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HiImPixel570[OP]
02.05.2024 18:26
Link-LET ME TYPE, AND AFTERWARDS PLEASE DON'T LIKE AND LEAVE-
HiImPixel570[OP]
02.05.2024 18:33
Linkyou were a maid/butler in the royal Lokie palace, and only a couple of years into your employment, you were assigned as a personal servant to Prince Christian himself. he never noticed you until your 3rd year working for him, and around that time is when he started actually calling you over by your name, and making small talk. you knew his favorites, so it was easy for him to care more. he was naturally very destructive, but around you he felt oddly calm....
WWYD? (you = your oc)
he is bi in case you want it to be for its intended romance purposes
TEEHEE!!! HE TALL, FRECKLED, HAS BEAUTIFUL GREEN EYES, HONESTLY A BIT DESTRUCTIVE, HIS DESIGN HAS ONE OF THOSE LIP-DIPS ON THE TOP LIP, HIS SMILE IS ADDICTIVE..... BUDDY I CAN'T JUST NOT!!!))
his expression became a little surprised, and his cheeks turned a little pink as he lightly pet them with his finger
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GRRGRRrRRRRRRRRGARAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1 ))
Dion supports him and he thinks a bit "well, there's a nice ride over there. It takes ya high up slowly, and lets ya down slowly too. It's nice and relaxing, and it provides a nice view!" Dion chirps (taking this from six flags sorry./...)
WELL THEN IM EVEN MORE SIGMA ))
"really? wowww maybe we should go on this ride again in the later evening!" Dion laughs, swinging his feet which were now off the ground. They slowly get higher and higher, and Dion continues to look around
(Dion is NEVER becoming a top hes always gonna be a gay painter twink dude who i love <3 ALSO WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT LMAO)
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"is that allowed ? Considering you're the prince and all. I mean.. if you want me to call you so, I could." Elmo hesitates before continuing. " What will everyone else think ? Calling eachother on first name basis might give something off to others p, you know." Elmo laughs nervously, waiting for Christian's response.
Elmo's cheeks turn slightly red. He realises the sudden blush, so he looks away, hoping Christian didn't notice. "Alright then. I shall call you Christian. Feel free to call me by my name or anything else, as I am your servant." He doesn't look back at Christian while saying this. He can't show his already red face.
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-she roars again as the king chases after her- prince step back from the enderdragon! -he yelled at she teleports away- darn it! -he yelled- ender men cant teleport far! search for her!-he looks down at christian- you young prince must go home, we will protect the five relms even if I have to trap you into your room... -he said with a bitter tone-
"He's sticking his nose in my business yet again," Xonak crossed his arms and shot a look at the doorway he had left from. "He's always doing that. I don't see him nosing around you when you're on your break. I'm not some pet dog he can play with whenever he likes. It's ridiculous how he expects me to put up with it."
"Well, that's just great for you," Xonak bared his teeth in a mocking smile. "That was sarcasm, don't bother actually replying. I was destined for better than to be a royal servant, you know. I was a royal alchemist, and it's because of that horrid prince that I have to mop his floors while he does nothing but laze around."
With that, he turned out of the room and stomped away, not bothering to look where he was going.
Xonak backed away, looking around for a place to disappear into, but there was none. Unfortunately, despite being one of the shortest people in her family, she was slightly taller than him. He hated seeing the rest of the royal family and knowing that they could see him like this; humiliated, and now with no power.
"I'm fine," Xonak took another step back. "I was just... Looking for ah, a book. Yes, and I ah, forgot where the library was."
This was such an obvious lie and Xonak winced as it left his mouth; of course he'd know where the library was when he was practically raised in one and spent many days in there before he become a servant.
"I'm surprised anyone wants to be friends with him, considering he waltzes around and does nothing," Xonak took the book. "Wanting to borrow it for a while would be an understatement. If I had a way to avoid being around him forever, I would take it."
He turned around, and walked out of the library.
"Perhaps I should read it out loud to the prince and see if he'll leave me alone," Xonak commented as he tucked it into a pocket. "Unless he has an explanation as to why he seems to like clinging onto me, it'd be best if this dynamic ended."
He paused, actually considering the option; it had been sarcasm, but it could possibly work. The problem would be trying to find him.
Xonak squinted at Soma with suspicion, before retreating in a corner to start reading. It became very obvious what it was then, and he considered finding Soma or that librarian and giving them an earful, but he decided to read the entire thing so he could see if it had anything of substance. Of course, he was very doubtful about it having anything of use.
the book started off with a young maid who worked in the royal palace, and overtime, she grew closer to the prince. one day, the prince betrayed that trust and closeness without even knowing, and it ended up shattering the maid's whole trust system. trying and trying to get more chances, the prince begged and pleaded, trying to show how much he wanted their friendship, trying to show that he still cared. after a few years of the two giving up talking to one another, they both cross paths and apologize for their wrongdoings. after all of those terrible ordeals between the two, they gave up fighting and ended up together, not leaving each others' sides until death did them part
"Do you do much of anything besides lazing around and letting other people pick up for you?" Xonak raised an eyebrow. "Your only 'friends' are people who are required to be around you and are afraid to speak against you because they are afraid of being fired and having to fend for themselves. What have you done later, well, ever that's accomplished something?"
"Getting better by making more work for the people that serve you is not what most people would do," Xonak fingered the door, considering whether to close it, or say anything else. "I highly doubt you're actually going to do anything to better yourself, but I guess I'll have to see if you actually give up or not."
"Oh, dear," Xonak cringed as he opened it; something told him that he was probably going to be judged after this. "You sure he couldn't just be let alone? No, of course not because you guys can't just take days off I suppose."
He leaned over to the entrance, waiting so he could hear what was going to be said.
Xonak gave Christian a worried look; comforting people really wasn't his strong suit.
"Er, I don't think she's better," Xonak said; well, that was a lie. Did he really think that she was worse than he was, when she was nothing but kind? "Well, she's always prying and always seems to know what I'm thinking. It's creepy."
"I'll meet you here soon," Xonak glanced down at the shabby clothes he was wearing. "I'll be back in a moment."
He quickly made his way to his room, a plain looking room; he preferred things clean. His tabletop, however, was a mess, filled with his different experiments, objects on interests, and other things he had collected over the years. He quickly slipped out of his clothes and put something on that would suffice, even if it wasn't a masterpiece in clothing form.
Xonak couldn't keep the exasperated sigh from escaping his lips when he saw Christian's clothes. He glanced down at his own, making sure there was no sweat or anything on them; he had just basically run from his own room back, after all. But truly, he would never understand the rich. Those clothes alone if sold could be worth enough to pay for his food for weeks.
Xonak narrowed his eyes as he tried to decipher whether it was a genuine compliment or some kind of insult; his clothes were not very nice, as wearing presentable clothes wasn't a priority. Not with the pitiful amount he got paid.
"Are you ready to go?" Xonak asked. "Or do you need to put on a bunch of jewelry too?"
"well.... it's a really special occasion... clearly" christian mumbles to xonak
at the same table, there was another king and queen from another kingdom, and their daughter, who Queen Castela and King Howard were expecting christian to marry.... obviously. he really just side-eyed her the whole time, not wanting anything to do with anyone else
Xonak paused, looking around. He narrowed his eyes at the girl that Christian was being pressured to marry as if she was doing something bad. He had no idea why he felt so judgmental of her, but he wrote it off as being protective; when being paid to work for someone, he shouldn't like someone who was threatening his job. Yes, that had to be it.
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"I have a good idea, then," Xonak said, smoothing out his napkin. "Say you're betrothed to someone else or are planned to be. Then just.... Delay it until they give up and she marries someone else."
He paused, thinking it through. Would it really be a terrible thing to say? Most would chalk it up to a young boy's foolish love. He didn't like the idea of anyone dating Christian, it didn't quite feel right.
"If it's not actually real love, I'll do it," Xonak offered. "It'd probably get me a better job around here at the very least. I might even be able to resume my position as what I used to be; the royal alchemist."
Xonak paused, and dreamily thought of his old job; he had been o young when he was being apprenticed, but he'd do anything to prove his worth again. He wouldn't let them down.
"I used to dabble in theatre," Xonak smirked. "And you don't understand what goes on here. I wasn't "demoted". I was just "reassigned." Which means my pay has been cut in half and instead of being able to focus on my real duties, aka, inventing, I have to mop the floors. This isn't my job, and this wasn't what I signed up for. I'll do anything to get out of this. Anything. You hear me?"
"What, because I'm part goblin?" Xonak guestured to the fact that he was shorter than pretty much everyone in the room, not to mention the fact that his eyes were almost a clear white color, with his larger than normal ears and light pink skin. "Or that I'm not royal enough? My father and mother are closely knit with your family, and are nobles. Well, were. They're not around now, but you get my point. I'm sure if they were alive they'd have torn this place apart when they learned what I've been doing instead of my actual job."
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Xonak sighed with relief and walked inside of the other's room; telling someone as high a status as him what to do wasn't something he was authorized to do. Of course, he probably had more rights being a servant here than anywhere else, but it was rather unfortunate that if things had gone differently, he would have been a very well respected individual.
"I don't like being treated like a plaything," Xonak replied. "As you know, I was going through the process of being trained. I have to combine the technicalities of science along with... Everything else. But I angered a family because they wanted the one thing I couldn't do. revive the dead."
He paused, and glanced at Christian to see if he was even listening to his long winded speech.
"Well, they really didn't like how I acted, so they told your family that I would do better to train under them, and they for some god forsaken reason agreed," Xonak's breathing was ragged, and he paused again to keep his composure. "They kept me imprisoned for almost a year. They thought I was hiding the secret to bringing people back from the dead. They would hurt me whenever they came in to interrogate me. I wasn't allowed to become an alchemist after what had happened. They said if I had that much power in my hands, they couldn't trust me not to hurt the people who hurt me first."
Xonak roughly dug his fingernails into his wrist as an attempt to curb his anger at bringing this up; perhaps the royal family had been right, but every time he thought about them basically punishing him instead of that family...
"Don't go getting sarcastic with me," Xonak narrowed his eyes. "It help me avoid danger. I can tell when something is about to happen when I keep it with me. I have my theories on something else it can do, but I don't dare test it. If anyone else finds out, it will be taken from me. Don't speak a word unless you want to find out how truly desperate I can get. Understand?"
Shizu sighs as she hears her name being called. "Yes, sir?"
(sorry haven't done one of these in forever)
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