Hi friends. So, good news bad news time. Good news, I’m tryiing to be on tumblr again. Bad news, I’m going to move Ella to my multi blog because honestly I’m going to be highly selective with her now. I have a little muse, but after 6??? years with her I’m losing her.
There’s a few threads i may keep. Need a couple days to sort things out. But I’ll reach out to those within that time to talk about keeping threads.
Cool? Cool.
Informal hiatus notice. Taking care of personal issues.
raja nodded, worrying her lower lip. Perhaps her companion was simply being kind and sparing her feelings.
❛ It was, yes. I don’t socialize much, I’m afraid. But, I’m very glad I was able to share it with you, m’lady. ❜
“I am glad as well.” Ella looked bashfully up at Raja easily falling in love with the woman before her. “I must say I have always worried that my first kiss would go horribly, terribly wrong.” She paused fingers finally falling from her lips as they gently reached for hers. “But that was so nice... I truly did not deserve such a wonderful thing.”
@fireversed continued.
Shivering, Ella let her tongue run across her lower lip savoring the small peck as shock settled in. Her first kiss. A blush ran along her pale cheeks and she smiled widely at her friend. “Yes, yes, that was quite truly wonderful.” She looked away fingers hiding her mouth away now. “That was your first kiss too?”
the artist grinned. An ache lingered in the recollection, but her companion was wise in her suggestion. ❛ Thank you, I think so, too. Most of them have stories, yes. Usually they’re - variations of the same idea. Flowers, butterflies - growth and rebirth. Some of the ones on my thighs I did myself during my apprenticeship. They turned out alright. ❜
The smile appeared on her face as light fingers run up the woman’s arm. "Well, I like your theme. I do happen to be a big fan of flowers in general.” Ella could not help but say with a grin. A small crimson blush appeared on her face spreading the length of her cheeks. “Can I see one? I mean, if you don’t mind and if it isn’t in such a compromising area...” She floundered with words.
I posted this on my other blog, but i’m legitimately thinking of quitting.
your compassion is breathtaking, your kindness revolutionary
Flynn leaned against the pole at the end of the staircase and cocked his head at her. Expectantly as he was not surprised by her reply. Neither back then nor now did she strike him as the type who would follow her dreams even half as viciously as he did. Well, no, that wasn’t the right adjective, but he sure knew how to get around obstacles on his way there. No matter what they were or who put them there.
“I said I would, didn’t I?” Ella would be better off making her decision fast before he changed his mind. Not that this was a realistic fear. There were very real benefits he would get if he showed up at the ball together with her. Or not even necessarly with her. While she had no dirt on her whatsoever he did even more so. She would get to spend a fun evening and he would ease the prince of a few of his valuables.
When she finally gave in he smiled brightly. “Go go, unless you’d value a dramatic late entrance. I would recommend that one if the prince already knows you, but otherwise you’d want to be fast.” He looked surprised when she thanked him. They weren’t even there yet and there was absolutely no quarantee that something wouldn’t go wrong and yet she was already thankful. “…you’re welcome.”
As he let go of a deep breath he just watched her turn her back on him once again and run upstairs. Excited and mostly oblivious to what could happen if they tried what they just implied. There was a lot she needed to learn, really. All the while he would probably persist to ignore each good clue she gave him.
Graciously, Ella smiled at her friend. She did not have any doubts that he would actually take her to the ball, but there was always the thought in the back of her mind that she would never go. Stuck in the perpetual loop of chores, Ella considered it an impossibility for a scullery maid to step foot into the castle, even if she was technically of noble blood.
His ushering to hurry gave her little pause and Ella disappeared into the room quickly going about changing from her maid outfit to the dress her mother wore. The dirty old rags were swapped for beautiful pink tulle. Ella had been careful to mend the small rips and tears throughout hiding them with little bows or bits of embroidery. Although old fashioned, Ella felt proud to wear a dress with such history. Her mother had worn this dress when her father proposed, and again when they were to marry. The dress held more than just a little magic.
She pushed her strawberry blonde curls back with a white bow and took the time to look herself over. There was still soot under one or two of her nails, and a dirt smudge on her neck, but she truly didn’t want to be late. She thought overall, she did look quite nice and smiled at herself.
Slightly, proud she exited the room clearing her throat ever so quietly. “Well, is this quite suitable?”
@whatyourheartmakes started following you.
“What brings you to Corona, Princess?”
Sheepishly, the princess blushed as she smoothed out her dress. “Unfortunately, I am a little late to congratulate the princess on her coronation. Though, I must admit I have never been one good at keeping time. Though, I have heard the Princess Rapunzel is quite kind and forgiving. It is true, is it not?”
@whatyourheartmakes liked for a starter!
“Excuse me!” Gaston hailed the nearest person. It happened to be a young maiden dressed in rags and covered with the remnants of ashes that had been attempted to be scrubbed away, but given up after a while. He tried not to turn up his nose. “I am new to this town. I was wondering if you might know where the nearest inn is.”
Ella paused in the town, her basket full of the groceries she would need for the day's meals. She was not used to being called. Most of the villagers pitied her, and others were too scared of Tremaine’s vicious tongue to stop the scullery maid from her work. She turned, offering a gentle smile to the man. Ah, new, that must have been why... “Certainly, monsieur,” She pointed ahead of her. “Le Petit Poulet. I am going past there on my way, would you like me to show you?”
@whatyourheartmakes
“Ella? What are you doing up so late? You’re meant to be in bed right now or come to me and Papa.”
“I could not sleep, maman,” The young girl said looking up at the willow tree int he backyard. “Not when I have not said good night to the fairies. I cannot believe I forgot!”
raja caught a glimpse of the beauty in the window. Her melancholic expression gave the young girl PAUSE. Raja led her sister by the hand into the stranger’s garden. She cast several pebbles to the starlit girl’s windowpane, calling for her attention.
❛ A face such as yours should never know sadness, my lady. ❜
The new kitchen maid breathed in melancholy as she cleaned the windows. Her heart ached for her late father, and her body ached from the tiresome work her stepmother had thrust upon her at the firing of the staff. She worked tirelessly to keep her father’s estate in the top shape. She found little reason to smile aside from the warmth of the fire and the mornings when her animal friends would greet her.
Upon the pebble’s smack on the window, Ella gave a confused look towards the beautiful girl standing below. She gently pressed the window open to speak. “I wish I did not.” She spoke sadly but managed a half smile. “Though, you are very kind for the compliment. Are you passing through, miss?”
floatinglanterns: why did you gotta go and break rapz like that bazookacrab:cause i'm cruel bazookacrab: cruel-ella floatinglanterns: how are you making puns at a time like this bazookacrab: It's all I have to deflect the sadness
When you should go to the hospital because you are bleeding heavily and it hasn't stopped but every other time you've gone they haven't been able to find anything wrong with you so they just send you home.
raja cringed, ever so slightly, as gentle fingers traced the roses blossoming across her forearm.
❛ That - that one’s actually a cover up. I got my ex-girlfriend’s name tattooed on me about a year before we split up. Not my finest hour. ❜
Ella’s fingers continued tracing the mark, but her eyes glanced from the artwork towards her crushes face. “Well, something beautiful came from it.” She glanced back down. “Do they all have stories?”
