Starlightwielded - …revenge

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

Weiner dog wearing armor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival (2002)

i have the aggressive need to share that i have one song on my ella and the prince playlist and its please please please thank you

despite herself ella couldn’t keep the fear from filling her face at her stepsister’s scolding, half tempted to already begin to apologize for upsetting her, though part of her is so focused on trying to read her stepsister without looking too deeply into lucy's eyes- was that foul little creature placed in her hand a gift or was it a trick? ella was thinking trick until her step sisters scolding turned to....

thanks?

ella was certain she looked a fool, staring at rancilda with her mouth slightly agape and confusion swimming in her eyes. she corrected herself, closing her mouth, standing straighter, with her head hung low, almost still bracing herself for some sort of punishment- be it from the youngest troll or her mother, but she commented back as calmly as she could, still honestly. " ...it was a clever one. you do not have to thank me... " but kindness, especially from them... in the years they have been within her house, she knew not the last time she was treated with any sort of kindness.

best not to linger on it all too long. it will not last, ella knew that. even if it did she did not know how long she could look into lucy's eyes without rage bubbling up inside of her and an overwhelming pit of grief. ella focused in on the gift at hand.

" ...would you like me to try and find it? " the roach. the bug. an impossible task but she was used to trying to complete impossible tasks for their own amusement. " was it your friend? "

rancilda was the most tame of the trio. fucked up, nonetheless. that was in her dna and deep seeded, just like the hatred she was taught to have for her stepsister. useless, rotten, worthless. those were the most common words thrown around by her mother. and usually, rancilda was there to egg it on. but at breakfast, rancilda had been proud to deliver a riddle that had fallen on deaf ears . . . except for one person who had laughed. so, she wanted to repay the favor . . . in her own, unique way.

she had something cupped in her hands while she waited on bouncing feet for her stepsister to open her palms. there, she excitedly released a large cockroach into her palms, and rancilda was nearly giddy with delight until she saw the reaction.

" hey!! don't fucking squash it! what the fuck is wrong with you?! " she scolded as she scrambled to try to collect the cockroach, who made a big leap and skittered away. rancilda groaned and huffed out of frustration. her head dropped for a second before she looked up to her stepsister with large brown eyes that belonged to ella's former friend.

" you were the only one who laughed at my riddle today, and i . . . wanted to th -- " she stopped herself as the word caught in her throat, hacking a gag as if the word 'thank' was a hairball rather than a pleasantry. niceties were foreign on her tongue. " thank . . . you . . . "

for those of you who don’t know ella’s source material i have to share that her i want song is called “step on your grave” and honestly i think that is powerful of her

the nobles carriages have all set back off into the night, the players have ceased their songs, the servants finishing up gathering what of the food that is left to take home to their families as they please after being instructed that the rest of the clean up could come with the next morn's work and for now they need only take what they can and wish and get their well deserved rest, leaving the ballroom empty of all but two. the hours grow later and yet the queen and her advisor remain, all smiles and laughter- ella's lips hurting from just how long they had carried her grin ( something she finds she perhaps too easily feels when around @nofooltadius ), the immense joy that is inside of her feeling like what she assumes it must feel like to feel drunk, though her glass through the night had been untouched. the first official ball under the reign of queen ella ashmore has come to a close, but the pair remain.

whatever joke or banter between them that had been said- she had been making some sort of joke about one of the more snobby nobles and her drunk of a husband and whatever other ridiculousness she had witnessed when after a laugh and a breath, something else almost enters the air as her companion speaks.

" maybe i'll finally know peace with you. " that singular comment having her own expression softening immediately, wanting to look away so to hide away any signs of a fluster, but it's impossible as he follows up his words with, "we deserve an easy life." his words full of the same lighthearted banter they had but a moment before, but she swears she sees something else...

she tries to recover quickly, " maybe. but maybe you are also leaping just a bit too quick to that. i do intend to be a smidge... not difficult, and certainly nothing like the previous rulers, but let's just say i do plan to keep things interesting around the palace halls. make sure you do not get too bored. " she jokes, her tease clear in the way she smiles, she absolutely wants tadius to know that peace and hopes she can provide some. ella cannot keep her tease upon her face for all too long, though, smile still lingering on the edge of her lips but it is a far gentler thing, almost guilty looking.

" i do not know if what this life will have ahead, and i do not know if it will be easy, but i know that, at the very least it is easier than before. more than easy, i hope it is kind. bright. warm. " to do what her heart is daring her to do or hesitate... nervousness swells inside of her chest and she does look away, down to the ground for a moment before she finds courage and lightly takes his hand. " we do certainly deserve it." words sealed with a squeeze, eyes falling to their hands, mentally making a promise with that touch- she would do whatever she could to see it through that they would. that he would.