[As soon as she realized what was happening yesterday, she's become less inclined to leave her room, but... She's the kind of person to get restless when she's not active, and she does need to eat, at any rate. That's why she's trying to carefully make her way into the kitchen - but Eleanor is already inside, and she doesn't turn around in time to stop from getting in close enough proximity to trigger a new memory.]
[It begins with a fall from a great height. You're holding onto someone as the two of you plummet towards the ground, only letting go of the other girl when you're both about to hit the ground of a spacious area. There's a pain in your legs as you hit the ground, fierce, and you immediately start yelling at her as you reach forward to grab your knee. From the lack of real anger that you're feeling, though, it's probably just play fighting on your part.
"This sucks! This is definitely broken!"
"Shut up, idiot." She says in response, her voice much lower than yours.
"If this leaves a single scar on my beautiful legs, I'll hate you forever!" You respond as soon as she stops talking, rolling over slightly so you can look at her where she landed.
"Your beautiful legs?" She asks. "Don't you mean your thick trunks, hag?"
When you respond, it comes out in a screech. "Hag?! How could you call such an insane beauty a hag?!"
"Stop screaming. I can feel it in my wounds." She says, still sounding much calmer than you are.
You roll back over so you're laying on your side, the outrage in your voice gone as soon as it came. You're quieter when you speak next, more thoughtful.
"Hey."
"What?" She asks in return.
"About your mother—" You start, but she interrupts before you can continue, a new note of anger in her voice as she answers you.
"Why do you care about her?"
"Don't try to start a fight with me." You answer immediately, but that request is more calm than you sounded at the start of this exchange, even if it's blunt. "She was kind of nice to me when I first became a princess." There's... something like regret in your tone as you say that, and you give pause for a moment before you continue with a question. "Tell me. Did she ever regret what she did?"
The other girl pauses for a long moment, shifting so she's flat on her back on the ground. When she speaks, it's soft.
"...Probably not. That's what I believe."
Whatever you're discussing, whatever this girl's mother did that she probably didn't regret - before the memory ends, you feel a pang of loneliness, of longing. Just as quickly as it began, though, the memory ends.
...It isn't the worst thing to share with someone she doesn't know well, but she looks annoyed all the same.]
[ yeah, eleanor isn't digging this involuntary memshare.... she doesn't want to know all these details about other people. getting to know people is gross!!! ]
[She perks up immediately at the question, grinning.]
Though, from what other people have told me, royalty works a little bit different in my world... My position isn't one I was born into. Only especially talented girls are chosen to become a part of the king's family.
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weekend prezero
Fuck. Shit. Fuck yeah!!!
God I missed swearing.
[ she'll get back to endorsi in a minute she just needs to revel in this moment ]
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Anyways, she's just... Standing here. Waiting for this to be done.]
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Anyway, what were we talking about?
w0, saturday.
You're sure now is a good time for that?
[tbf there is no better time for that she's just rude]
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I'll even share some with you, if you want.
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[squints
But then she shakes her head.]
Not tonight, I don't think.
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Well, suit yourself. The offer's open 'till I finish it all.
w2, tuesday. 1/2.
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"This sucks! This is definitely broken!"
"Shut up, idiot." She says in response, her voice much lower than yours.
"If this leaves a single scar on my beautiful legs, I'll hate you forever!" You respond as soon as she stops talking, rolling over slightly so you can look at her where she landed.
"Your beautiful legs?" She asks. "Don't you mean your thick trunks, hag?"
When you respond, it comes out in a screech. "Hag?! How could you call such an insane beauty a hag?!"
"Stop screaming. I can feel it in my wounds." She says, still sounding much calmer than you are.
You roll back over so you're laying on your side, the outrage in your voice gone as soon as it came. You're quieter when you speak next, more thoughtful.
"Hey."
"What?" She asks in return.
"About your mother—" You start, but she interrupts before you can continue, a new note of anger in her voice as she answers you.
"Why do you care about her?"
"Don't try to start a fight with me." You answer immediately, but that request is more calm than you sounded at the start of this exchange, even if it's blunt. "She was kind of nice to me when I first became a princess." There's... something like regret in your tone as you say that, and you give pause for a moment before you continue with a question. "Tell me. Did she ever regret what she did?"
The other girl pauses for a long moment, shifting so she's flat on her back on the ground. When she speaks, it's soft.
"...Probably not. That's what I believe."
Whatever you're discussing, whatever this girl's mother did that she probably didn't regret - before the memory ends, you feel a pang of loneliness, of longing. Just as quickly as it began, though, the memory ends.
...It isn't the worst thing to share with someone she doesn't know well, but she looks annoyed all the same.]
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Guess this place is oversharing for us, huh?
[ normally she'd leave it alone, but. ]
I gotta ask. You're a princess?
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[She perks up immediately at the question, grinning.]
Though, from what other people have told me, royalty works a little bit different in my world... My position isn't one I was born into. Only especially talented girls are chosen to become a part of the king's family.
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