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Post by ariana dorottya of albania on Oct 8, 2012 0:00:07 GMT -5
 After her conversation with her brother, she felt a little happier than she had before. Still it was a little weird to walk around the ballroom without any real goal in mind. She knew that if she hadn’t come tonight she would have regretted it, though the appeal of just holing up in her room with some ice cream, in her pajamas and movies was rather appealing. But of course she knew that it was better that she was here, and the ballroom was large enough that she’d find someone to talk to during the course of the night. She knew who she was hoping to not see, just because it was still kind of hard to see him. Their break up had not been messy per se, but still it had affected her in a way that she had not been expecting. But that had to happen regularly when it came to relationships, and she had to learn how to handle things like that in a rather graceful fashion. There were a few people around, and she started wondering where Julia and Izzy were right now. She had left both girls still getting ready in their room about half an hour ago, and the ball had started about an hour ago. So both girls were bound to be around here somewhere.
The chaperones were still handing out the pink roses to people without dates, she knew that it was an attempt to make sure no one felt left out. But the whole rose colors thing made it obvious when you didn’t have a date, or when you went with a friend. Obviously she wouldn’t complain it was a tradition and no one seemed to mind it one bit. And she wasn’t going to be too worried about the fact that she had no date this year, again. But she knew that she’d be able to spend time with her friends so that was a rather appealing thing. After looking around for a little while, she decided to head towards the tables where the snacks and drinks were. There were obviously no alcoholic beverages, but that didn’t mean that some people didn’t try to sneak in alcohol. She decided on a bottle of water, and she smiled at the professor who was manning the table, she had never had the person before so it meant that she might have them next year when they hit the upper grade classes. That was something else she had to think constantly about, the fact that her third year was ending, and that meant she was more than halfway done with her time at Vineheart. She opened up her water and she made her way towards the door, deciding that maybe some fresh air would be a good idea. She knew who she wanted to be looking for, and there was a chance that if she stayed in the building she might seek him out, even if it meant somewhat of an awkward conversation. She made a beeline for the door, but just as she was about to make her way out the doors, she stopped because she was sure that she heard someone call her name, but no one seemed to be. She was going crazy, and while she shook her head she turned again towards the door and she nearly ran into someone.
“Sorry” she said as she managed to not run into the person, looking up and then she found herself taking a step back.
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Post by dragan on Oct 8, 2012 5:11:51 GMT -5
 highway run into the midnight sun
wheels go round and round
you're on my mind[/i][/size][/font] ******************************************* The Rose Ball didn’t hold the same appeal it would have if he had been going with an actual date that wasn’t a friend. As it happened, he was taking one of his yearmates just because neither of them wanted to end up dateless, and the rose colour kind of gave you away. Last year he had gone with Slava, probably because she wanted him to feel welcome to the whole deal of grand balls at Vineheart, but this year he knew that Dominic was making an appearance as well, though he had yet to figure out how the alumni could make it to thse things and have their school work not suffer in the process, oh well. He slipped his arms through his jacket and sighed even more as he tried not to think about the fact that he and Ari had originally talked about going together. Neither of them could have known that they wouldn’t be together anymore though, and it certainly didn’t help that he still felt pretty dejected and sad over that. His sister was starting to worry though, and that wasn’t a good thing, so for her sake, Dragan was putting on the brave, happy-go-lucky face though he certainly didn’t feel like it. The worst thing that could possibly happen would be if he would see Ari as Stefan’s date, because then things would probably get ugly. He was usually a non-violent person, but Stefan just didn’t make him feel okay, especially since he was a year up from Ari and thus two years older than himself, which definitely made him more eligible than Dragan, in the younger boy’s mind. He knew Slava would chid him for thinking this way, but they hadn’t really spoken about his break up because he didn’t want to.
And so he finally managed to get dressed and leave the dorm room before his roommate would be able to ask him what was up with him and his expression. He went to meet the girl he had promised to escort with a faux smile, though she seemed to not believe it in the slightest, which she told him as they walked down the steps towards the ballrooom. Dragan simply shrugged his shoulders; he was filling out at this point, growing a little bit more and just putting on the weight that had to come about from playing hockey and being at the gym a lot just because you didn’t want to end up as a couch potato eventually. He wondered whether or not he’d get to see his sister in the ballroom before the evening was over, and he certainly didn’t dare think he’d be able to see HER. Dragan didn’t want to consider that option. He and his partner were a little bit later to arrive than most, but that wasn’t her fault, surprisingly so, she’d actually had to tell him to take it easy and that he could be late if he wanted to. And it had honestly taken him longer than it normally would have, because his mind wasn’t into it. He surpressed a sigh and pressed his lips together not to think about anything else but what he was going to do right now, which was go inside the ballroom and make sure he didn’t look too out of place, as he normally did on these occasions. Luckily he didn’t have to take any pictures with Slava this year, they had finally convinced their mother she had enough of those, though granted someone would probably take a snap or two anyway. His friend suddenly poked him hard in his ribs and he grumbled about it, but her shoe came up in a kick at his shin just in time as someone nearly collided with him. All of a sudden, Dragan was left alone, because his date for the night murmured something about ‘seeing someone she hadn’t seen in a long time’, in a truely cliché manner that indicated she was bailing on him. Not that he noticed, he was looking at Ari like someone had just slapped him across the face. It didn’t help that she was heartbreakingly cute too. Beautiful, even. It’s ... okay, he finally managed, feeling slight colour creeping into his cheeks, hi.
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Lyrics: Journey (Faithfully)
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Post by ariana dorottya of albania on Oct 8, 2012 22:45:41 GMT -5
Oh god, why on earth did she have to have such bad luck tonight. He watched as the girl that was with him basically made a run for it, and that only made things a lot worse. She had two options, make small talk or run like the wind. She knew the latter was the more appealing but of course she didn’t want to make it obvious that she was not prepared for this. She had a feeling that he wasn’t either, based on the color that was rising on his face. She could actually feel heat on her own face too, which definitely couldn’t be too flattering, oh goodness why on earth did she have to have this horrible luck. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to say, oh hey, and act like nothing was wrong. As if seeing him, right now, wasn’t affecting her, even though she had promised herself she would stop moping around about their break up. She had told herself that she had to talk to him about possibly still being friends, but she hadn’t been expecting to see him tonight. She had been hoping that she’d be able to talk to him near the end of the year, or maybe after summer break and when everything had simmered down. Even though her arranged marriage had never been officially announced, a lot of people knew about it, and luckily for her with her brother getting the throne back, the arranged marriage had apparently disappeared.
“Hi” she said, “How are you?”
She knew that the second question sounded stupid, definitely not what you should ask someone when you hadn’t spoken to them in over a month. It would have been two months at the end of May, she really hadn’t spoken to him since the break up in March. The break up that had led her to hole up in a hotel room and just avoid going back home for spring break, and of course the one thing that had made her become closer to her brother. But she pushed away the thoughts, and she focused on a spot on the wall behind his head. She was pretty sure that looking directly at him was not going to be a good idea, and it would only lead her to panic further. No one was paying them particular attention, everyone was having too much fun laughing and dancing and she honestly wished she could have been doing that. She placed her hands behind her back just so that she didn’t look like she was fidgeting with her bag, which she so was. She was trying not to look at him, but he looked handsome so it was hard to not stare. Much like her, he was growing, but of course he was filling out in the way boys tended to when they did sports. She was still pretty much the same, she had only gained a few inches in the past few months, though her new ability to walk around rather effortlessly in heels made her look taller. She would obviously not be as tall as him, but still she had some height on him, something that hadn’t been true before. She wondered if she should stay, or if she should just keep with her plan and head towards the exit to get some fresh air.
“Do you need to get back to your date? I don’t want to keep you” she said, finally finding some words.
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Post by dragan on Oct 9, 2012 5:16:18 GMT -5
highway run into the midnight sun
wheels go round and round
you're on my mind [/i][/size][/font] ******************************************* He hadn’t been expecting to run into her tonight. Actually, he had planned on avoiding her for as much as possible, as long as possible. Dragan hadn’t really taken the break-up well, despite the fact that he kept on telling himself it was for the best because of the arranged marriage she was in, and that for the time being, there really was no point in having to put two such different pressures on her, one from his side and one from her family and fiancé. All the same though, it had hurt like hell, and it still did, and Slava was trying to talk to him about it but that was one of the things he adamantly refused. Actually, he’d been thinking of calling Dom and just explaining how he felt, it might have been easier to speak to a guy about it all, because while his sister was more rational than most girls, it really didn’t help that she was still, well, a girl. He loved her and everything, but there were some things that just would never work out, and that was one of them. But he hadn’t called Dom so far, and since he had known the prince would come tonight, he’d been hoping to maybe talk to him before he had to leave again, though he would of course give Slava her time with him. They were to be married soon after all – they needed time apart. And he was sure his sister would appreciate it, though for his sake, he hoped that she wouldn’t feel too pushed away if Dom told her that he wanted to talk about this whole situation with him and not with her. Life was just complicated right now.
But oh, it was going to get even more complicated; his date practically bailed on him, probably because she knew precisely what was going on and gave him the space he needed. Obviously he was carrying the rose of friendship, which meant that they were just friends and not really dating, but it still felt more than just awkward being here with Ari and suddenly realising he really wanted HER to be his date, not the girl he’d brought. Maybe that was one other reason why his friend had basically ran away as fast as her heels would allow her currently. Ari blushed, something that made her look totally cute in his eyes, even though she tended to complain so much about it because of the colour of her hair. But she was still so pretty, the dress really suited her and now that she walked in heels she looked a lot more like the princess he’d always known she was. God, why did they have to bump into one another? Ugh. She returned his greeting, but at her question, he could only shrug lightly. That was a stupid one to ask, but then he was sure she knew it already. Okay. He felt like someone was trying to throttle him, his throat was so tight. You? He could only get one-syllable words out of himself, that was bad. He hadn’t even been like this when they’d first met, and he’d overcome most of the awkward shyness that tended to cripple him. Even though he was still pretty much the same around older years, it didn’t mean he had to be that way to her right now. She seemed as uncomfortable as he was, and Dragan was glad that Slava had made him practice the whole non-fidgeting deal, it made it easier to stay here and talk to her right now. He shook his head quickly at her next question; Maybe too quick. He didn’t want to seem too eager to be in her company – but lord, he’d missed her. No. No, we’ll – we’ll catch up later. His eyes drank her in. You look good, he told her softly after another moment. Pretty. Beautiful. But any of such adjectives would have him crumbling, and that would be bad.
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Tag: ariana dorottya of albania
Outfit: CLICK
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Post by ariana dorottya of albania on Oct 10, 2012 23:21:17 GMT -5
She wondered if this was some really twisted turn of fate and she was honestly going to have to go hide somewhere in the next few minutes. She could basically feel the tension rising and she honestly had been doing pretty well lately and she was sure that seeing him was definitely going to throw her back into that funk from before. Oh why did her parents have to decide that they needed to decide who she was going to marry, and then successfully murder her relationship with him. She should have just stayed in her room, then she wouldn’t have bumped into him and she would have just avoided this whole exchange. She was wondering if she should just pretend to get a phone call to avoid this whole exchange. But that was rather childish on her behalf and as soon as she thought of the possibility she mentally scolded herself, she was not supposed to be thinking childish thoughts. She was supposed to be acting more mature, even if it was more appealing to act immature. So she just had to go through this exchange and hopefully make it through pretending she was okay when she definitely was not. At his question, she bit the inside of her cheek, she knew she had to say she was fine, but she definitely was not.
“Fine, thank you” she said.
That sounded overly polite even to her own ears, so she was pretty sure it sounded that way to him as well. Oh why hadn’t she bolted yet, and she was watching him with responding one syllable words. She was pretty sure that he hadn’t even done this the first time they had met, which seemed like ages ago now. Had it really been almost a year and a half? How much could happen in the timespan that they had been friends, and then it had turned into something more. Oh goodness she needed to stop thinking about all of this and just focus on getting back to her room and maybe inhaling a pint of mint chocolate chip ice cream. He responded to her next question, he shook his head and she found herself a little bit relieved that he didn’t necessarily want to jump through hoops right now to avoid her, but she was also aware of the fact that probably being around him was not a good idea. But of course there was also the possibility of them getting over this awkwardness and maybe starting fresh because she honestly hadn’t wanted to lose him all because her parents were being completely irrational. Luckily enough all talks of arranged marriages had been ceased, so she was hoping that this meant that she was back to being able to choose her own future path, and that her two friends would be able to continue dating without worrying about anything. She wanted Aisling and Stefan to at least have the possibility of being happy even if the whole deal had managed to ruin her own relationship. But she pushed all of the thoughts away as he said that he’d catch up with his date later, and she just nodded lightly. His words made her want to blush more deeply, which was bad because her hair would make her resemble a freaking tomato. She was pretty sure she sounded like a freaking parrot, but she wasn’t sure what to tell him.
“Oh, thanks” she said, “You look good too”
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Post by dragan on Oct 11, 2012 5:09:31 GMT -5
highway run into the midnight sun
wheels go round and round
you're on my mind [/i][/size][/font] ******************************************* Seeing her again was bringing back all the bad feelings from before, feelings he would have much rather avoided entirely. Dragan wasn’t one to put himself on public display, he wasn’t even first in line for the throne and thus he could happily hug the shadows as much as he wanted to. At the same time, he knew that it was childish to think that he could avoid her forever, it wasn’t as if she wouldn’t be invited to Nada and Dom’s wedding this coming summer either. He had specifically told Nada that she couldn’t not invite her, and so he needed to get over himself and just worry about how he was going to survive meetings with her throughout. It would be clear to pretty much anyone that he wasn’t over her, she was his first crush an seriously, if he just looked at her now, it was so easy to see just how much she affected him. She was so beautiful, she was growing up, she would be a fourth year next year and therefore a year before finishing Vineheart so she was definitely looking the part now, more mature, and she had even learned to walk in high heels. Dragan wasn’t sure whether he pretty much liked this or thought she was becoming too alien; he liked her when she was klutzy on heels and still sort of finding her feet in this whole royalty thing. But then again, neither of them could stay awkward children forever. That’s ... good, he managed as she answered him, though he honestly didn’t know why he bothered. His voice sounded strained even to his ears. This was beyond awkward, it was becoming a massacre.
He was going to murder his friend for leaving him here and just bailing on him, this was no fair! He did know that Ari’s parents had given her brother back the throne, but that seemed insane to him, this way of toying with theit children. It wasn’t as though it was something small, like taking away a toy or something, it was the freaking rulership, and it didn’t seem as though they wanted to consider how their children felt at all, though who was he to talk. He was still not really on speaking terms with his mother about the whole Nada issue in the first place, he would probably never forgive her though he did love her and he was mostly her baby boy again. But he did mean it when he said she lokoed good, because she did. He’d never seen her look this sophisticated before possibly because she had always worn wedges along with her dresses, and the heels made her look taller and slimmer, if it were possible, her figure was so slight to begin with. He wondered whether he looked too big beside her now, he was slowly filling out and he was actually beginning to grow taller than his sister, which was a hilarious thing for the both of them since she was older, but needed heels to look down at him now. It was the only funny thing in his life thus far though. He looked down over himself at her compliment and sighed. Yeah, my mom thought I needed a new suit for the occasion. I would’ve been fine with one of my old ones. He had never been big on the shpping sprees and buying yourself new clothes, though he did go when he felt like his were actually getting way too small for him, possibly too short, which was his biggest problem at the moment. He was anticipating a huge wardrobe change soon. Looking from Ari inside to the ballroom, he worried the inside of his cheek for a moment. Want to go back inside, or were you heading out?
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Tag: ariana dorottya of albania
Outfit: CLICK
Credit: Ami (and Liz for the idea)
Lyrics: Journey (Faithfully)
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Post by ariana dorottya of albania on Oct 12, 2012 23:09:30 GMT -5
Really she knew that she would have had to see him again at his sister’s wedding. She had actually been surprised when the older girl had actually given her an invitation, after all Ari had been sure she wasn’t on her good graces. After all there was usually some type of sibling solidarity when it came to relationships and so Ari wouldn’t have blamed her if she hated her. But she had been all smiles and had genuinely seemed like she had wanted to invite her, she wasn’t sure if it would be a bad thing to skip. But of course now that she was standing in front of him right now, and they were having some form of a conversation. Maybe the wedding would be okay, though she was still feeling weird about it all. Still she hadn’t necessarily run away just yet, even though the instinct to flight was still very much alive in her. But she could detect the awkwardness in the conversation currently, and she wondered if this was how it was going to be now, they were going to forever be awkward with one another over her parent’s illogical decisions.
“Yeah” she said, and she wondered if that was even a good thing to say, she really sounded stupid to her own ears.
She wondered how easily she could just walk away right now, and she knew that honestly it would be hard to walk away from him. Even though she felt completely awkward, there was no way she’d be able to walk off without at least trying to fix some aspect of their relationship, even if it was to return to some form of a tentative friendship. Still she was feeling a bit fidgety right now, even though she had somehow managed to practice enough in the heels that she could walk in them without thinking much about it, as she was doing right now. She was sure that was the only way that she’d end up being anywhere near as tall as anyone else around this place, because she was one of the shortest people, even if she had grown a few inches in the last year. Still he was growing out more, and she was pretty sure she’d still look super tiny next to him. She always did look tinier, but she was sure given the lack of muscle in her body, and the one that was obviously growing on his was going to definitely make him look a lot bigger. But that shouldn’t have been what she was thinking about right now, she should have been thinking of small talk topics or something along those lines. After all she was a princess, she had technically been trained to handle things like this, but she had never thought she would have to use it with someone she knew well. Well she thought she had known him well, but obviously she hadn’t because she hadn’t been expecting their relationship to end, though she could understand what he had said and she respected his decision. He answered her comment, and it made sense that his mother had gotten him a new suit, she was sure he wouldn’t have looked the same in the old one. That’s what tended to happen as you grew, it’s what she had noticed at least.
“Well you look really good in this new suit, so I’m sure it will replace your old one” she said, and at his question she paused for a second unsure if she wanted to be honest and say that she was going to leave, “I was going to go back to my room, not having a date makes it kind of pointless for me to be here”
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Post by dragan on Oct 13, 2012 4:48:23 GMT -5
highway run into the midnight sun
wheels go round and round
you're on my mind [/i][/size][/font] ******************************************* Honestly, when Slava had texted him about the whole wedding invitations, it had hit Dragan that his sistr was only going to be officially unwed for a few short more months. And then that would be it, she’d marry Dom and get to live her happily ever after. Of course he did wish her all the happiness in the world, and he never ever wanted to see her sad or anything, but still, it was kind of a hard kick in the gut when you considered that the one person who you could always count on was now going to have someone else who would be on top of her priority list. He also wasn’t jealous of Dom, not really, even if he might pout and complain about it in a teasing manner sometimes. He honestly thought the guy probably deserved Slava more than anyone else on the planet, definitely more than a lot of other princes who roamed around Vineheart and the world in general. It was just the whole knowledge that he would basically be left on his own, without his sister who would need to focus on her schooling at university and her husband, and also without Ari thanks to the whole fiasco with her arranged marriage and the like. He didn’t believe things could get more awkward than they already were, which was why he had told Slava she could definitely ask the younger girl to attend and officially invite her. It would be better, politically-speaking, to not have any sort of scandal present when his sister tied the knot and officially made the first step to rule Serbia one day. That didn’t mean he would be happy about it, but hey, it also didn’t mean she should overlook Albania so.
Sure they as kids could think one thing, but Dragan had kind of learned the hard way that it was mostly the parents they should worry about, and he was pretty sure that Ari’s mother and father wouldn’t have been happy that her daughter hadn’t been invited to such an important royal event. Ergo, the invitation was given out. Ari seemed just as conflicted about their current meeting right now as he was though, and funnily enough this gave him more than enough courage of his own to stand his ground and not really run away as he wanted to. He desperately wished he hadn’t even agreed to attend this whole thing, but he wasn’t as lucky as that, and so here he was now, wondering whether things would have been different if he had just not been so damn chivalrous. But he did understand where her parents were coming from, sort of, or he was trying to at least, and it certainly didn’t help matters that his own self esteem was kind of bruised at the offer of fiancé. Stefan was much better, in Dragan’s opinion, than himself. He gave a bland smile at her compliment. Thanks. The suit was honestly the last thing on his mind right now, and she probably knew that. It was also pretty bad fodder for conversation, since it really didn’t make for much words. They were basically done with it now, and he knew things would slowly start getting even more awkward, not that they needed any more help. But it was just obvious that there was tension in the air. She answered his question and he nodded, it was kind of understandable. I guess. But you could always hang out with me and my date, if you wanted – she virtually disappeared anyway. Yeah, he was sort of a glutton for punishment, but they would have to appear in public anyway, if not sooner than at the wedding, so practice makes perfect right? Right. Dragan Petrovich = Giant Moron.
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Lyrics: Journey (Faithfully)
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Post by ariana dorottya of albania on Oct 14, 2012 0:20:30 GMT -5
Okay so she was currently focusing on forming accurate sentences and fighting the impulse to just run away. Really she had never had this issue before, but honestly it’s not like she had any real experience in the relationship department. She had never known that having a relationship end could lead to such awkward consequences and she was honestly starting to wonder if it had been such a good idea to risk their friendship for a relationship. She had been trying to not be mad at her parents, but she knew that it would be months before she could fully trust them again, even now she was hoping to be able to hide out somewhere that was not Albania at the beginning of the summer. Maybe she’d be able to hide out in Denmark or even in Hungary with her cousins, anything except going home. She was pretty sure both her parents would be upset at her because she was avoiding them, she had been avoiding them since her return from Albania in January. But she felt that they didn’t deserve to see her, and she was pretty sure that she would just end up locked up in her room in the palace anyway. At least being somewhere else would definitely give her the chance to not have to stare at her parents for hours at a time at dinner time.
Plus she had his sister’s wedding as an excuse to disappear for a few days to Serbia, even if she was sure she would only be there for the wedding and then go back to hiding somewhere else. But she was sure she’d feel better about not being in Albania, maybe she would go back in July, once she felt calmer and willing to face her parents. Still she brushed the thoughts away, she was trying to figure out if she should head back to her room, or go outside to get some fresh air. She was pretty sure that if she showed up to her room too early, she’d get lectured by both her best friends, and probably everyone else. After all she had gotten the you need to have fun look from everyone lately, but she just didn’t want to be at the rose ball. Being here too extensively would bring back memories of last year’s event and though it had started off in a similar fashion, in the sense that she had no date, she was sure it wouldn’t end in the way it had. She had somehow ended up being his date, given that they had spent a large amount of time together at the ball, and she was sure that was not going to be the case this year. Still she was a bit surprised when he said that she could hang out with him and his date. Did she want to do that? Even though they were obviously friends and the other girl had apparently disappeared sensing an awkward ex moment. Would she really want to stand there with them, being the obvious third wheel when she could just go hide out in her room for the rest of the night? She did want to spend time with him, but for some reason she was feeling that he was only asking her because he felt like he had to. It could be some sort of pity gift, and she honestly did not want that from him.
“No I honestly don’t want to be the third wheel, really” she said, giving him a rather nervous smile, “I’m pretty sure if I go back to my room no one will miss me, one of the perks of being dateless and everyone else having a date. Really you should just get back to your date. ”
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Post by dragan on Oct 14, 2012 4:27:42 GMT -5
highway run into the midnight sun
wheels go round and round
you're on my mind [/i][/size][/font] ******************************************* Honestly, Slava was being pretty down to Earth about this all, though he refused to actually talk to her about it. It was part of why he felt so like a fish out of water right now, but then again everyone he had spoken to had been so damn CALM about it all. This was one of the main reasons why he was now keeping to himself and making sure that he didn’t make the same mistake again. The only one not so calm had been his Egyptian cousin, and yet she too was known for being diplomatic in her solutions. Dragan didn’t really feel like being diplomatic right now though, and he cursed the fact that he couldn’t react, apparently, like any normal fifteen year old would. He was doomed to act more rationally than anyone else simply because he had been born with ‘blue’ blood in his veins, and it really wouldn’t do if he went off on an entire dramatical spree, though he did of course want to do it. Severely. But everyone seemed to discourage him from it, ergo he was now doing his best not to fall apart at the seams. He was doing a good enough job, if not perfect. He couldn’t do perfect. He wasn’t like his older sister, not so perfect like she was. For him, while he was calm, the fact remained that he was unable to actually express himself in a way that would let loose some steam. Sometimes, he even wondered whether the people he knew had real emotions. They dealt with it all so calmly!
Right now he couldn’t focus on much more than Ari though, because he hadn’t seen her in what seemed like a long time, and that meant that he was most definitely drinking her in, and just enjoying the moment. He would take moments if he had to. The whole stupid arranged marriage thing had ruined their relationship, but he would be damned if it would ruin their friendship entirely too. They could talk, right? Without being too awkward about it? It didn’t look the most promising right now, but given some time he was sure they could work something out. That was probably a subconscious reason as to why he had invited her to tag along, though obviously, he should have thought about the possibility that she would think it a pity offer or something, not that Dragan would ever lower himself to that level. She should have known him better. The only time he could have given her that kind of offer would be if he had an actual girlfriend date and he’d have positioned himself on a level higher than Ari mentally. That was the only way, and yet he would never do that. He wasn’t like a lot of other royals who relished in revenge chances. Revenge was a dish best served never at all. So for the first split second, his face revealed all the emotions that rolled around his mind when she refused, though he had to admit to himself, she was doing a good job of holding it together; but had she known him better, she would have known that a pity offer would have never crossed his mind, at all. And his eyes betrayed that for a moment, the hurt from her assumption, right before he forcibly pulled the shutters closed again. It was her call. He had done his part. Okay, he said simply, lifting his shoulders in a shrug, if you say so. I’ll see you around then?
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Tag: ariana dorottya of albania
Outfit: CLICK
Credit: Ami (and Liz for the idea)
Lyrics: Journey (Faithfully)
Notes: my poor heartbroken baby =’(
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Post by ariana dorottya of albania on Oct 14, 2012 23:39:59 GMT -5
She knew that on the outside she looked like she had accepted it all very calmly. But of course only some people knew that she was completely avoiding her parents. But she wasn’t going to throw a tantrum at them over the fact they had effectively ruined her relationship, there were other ways to do things. And she knew that throwing tantrums was never the option, it had never been part of her personality. Still she was pretty sure that just avoiding her parents for as long as she humanly could was definitely a good alternative, and she could always just keep coming up with really random reasons to not go home. After all it wasn’t like she really needed at home now that the throne had been returned to her brother. He was going to be much more involved in the politics now, and of course going to school while she’d be back at Vineheart in the fall. So the most she would have to spend in the presence of her parents would be a few weeks, and that was what she was planning because she was sure that anything more than that would be unpleasant for her. She was pretty certain that if she had to pretend to not be upset at them, it would just end up making her feel worse.
She could see that he was surprised at her saying no, but she was pretty sure she wasn’t ready to spend too much time with him right now. Everything was still too fresh in her mind, and of course she could still remember last year, when things had been so different. She wished that the circumstances could be like they had from the year before, but they weren’t. Even though his date was his friend, she was pretty sure the other girl would not want to be around them anyway. She had obviously bolted to avoid the awkwardness, and she was sure that it wouldn’t get any better from them just standing there. She wished that she hadn’t said no, because for a second she could see the reaction to what she said was, and she didn’t want him to feel hurt over her decline. She wanted to reach out, just for a second at least and let him know that this wasn’t because she thought that he was offering because he had to. Obviously the more cynical part of her brain was definitely telling her that he had offered because he felt sorry for her, but she normally didn’t listen to that voice. Even if it was being very loud right now, but still she had no real reason to stay in the rose ball. She wasn’t a nominee, and no one would really miss her if she did leave. Everyone else was too absorbed in their own lives, and she could say that she did go, they just missed her. Just as she was thinking this, the earlier reaction of wanting to reach out to him subconsciously happened. She wanted to at least let him know that it wasn’t something that he did, it was something that was entirely about her. It was what she was feeling, and what she needed to overcome.
“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to think that it’s just about you” she said quietly, “I just, I don’t think I’d be able to just stand there and make small talk with you after what happened in March. I don’t think that I’m ready for it, even though I wish I was because I miss you”
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Post by dragan on Oct 15, 2012 5:16:55 GMT -5
highway run into the midnight sun
wheels go round and round
you're on my mind [/i][/size][/font] ******************************************* Slava was being pretty okay about the whole thing really, because otherwise he was sure he would have holed himself somewhere under a rock and then not emerge again for who knew how long, possibly until graduation. She was actually his staunchest ally against their mother’s questions too, something he was grateful for. Maybe he was being silly and selfish for not wanting to talk to her about this, but it really just hurt so much still, and he didn’t know whether he’d be able to control himself enough, and honestly? He didn’t want to look like a pathetic spineless creature in front of his sister, who had basically everything she wanted from life. She was going to graduate Vineheart this June, she was engaged to be married to the guy she loved so would probably be joining him at his university of choice (was it Yale? Dragan couldn’t remember it) and then once she got her degree from there, she’d return to Serbia and take the throne. It was all pretty straightforward for her since she was the heir to the throne, but it wasn’t exactly so black and white for him. Being second born meant he would constantly be pulled in different directions from political parties trying to gain his favour in hopes he could somehow influence his sister. Dragan so wasn’t looking forward to any of that. Also, his love life seemed to be more in shambles than he was willing to admit, which was a heck of a lot to deal with right now, especially since he would be at the very idle point of his Vineheart schooling before long, in third year.
And now things didn’t seem to want to work out for him either tonight, even though he was doing his very best to stay calm and collected, he was sure Ari had been able to see that brief flash when everything had sort of crumbled for him. If she thought this was easy for him then she was so wrong, this was possibly the worst possible scenario anyone could ever imagine, but then again, at least they got the chance to meet up again before the summer wedding. Otherwise, things would have been pretty darn awkward then, and he was sure neither Slava nor Dom wanted it. Dom was actually being so understanding about this that it was a wonder to Dragan. He didn’t know many people like him, especially not many guys, so he was taking it all in-stride and just dealing with things as they came at him. He managed to give Ari a sad smile. I miss you too, but I can’t really do much more about it than this. It was just a gesture from my part. If you don’t want it, then that’s ... okay. He forced himself to out that one, even though he felt like someone was honestly roasting him over a fire somewhere. His eyes glanced over Ari’s head to the ballroom beyond, wondering whether or not he’d even get a chance to see his date again tonight; she seemed pretty adamant about leaving him along with his ex, possibly for a chance to talk things through. He thought he saw something pink somewhere, but he couldn’t be sure whether it was Slava or not. Maybe. Looking back to Ari after that split second, he lifted his shoulders in a small shrug, In any case, *I* have to go in there because I promised my sister that she’d be able to see me in the ballroom tonight. I don’t really have much of a choice there. He waited to see whether Ari would change her mind, but he honestly doubted it. She’d made herself pretty clear on the topic.
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Tag: ariana dorottya of albania
Outfit: CLICK
Credit: Ami (and Liz for the idea)
Lyrics: Journey (Faithfully)
Notes: my poor heartbroken baby =’(
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