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Characters: Siegfried and Rue
Location: Larmline Apartments
Time: Backdated to the ageswap event
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[The day is bright and fresh, and so the prince thinks it to be perfect to spend with his princess. He readies himself quickly, but carefully- as not even princes are immune from rather youthful jitters when about to present themselves to their beloved- and soon, he has taken the few steps necessary to reach the apartment nearest to his own.
Rue's apartment, of course; he would not have been willing to stay anywhere else.
He knocks on the door delicately, exactly three polite taps, and waits for her to come for him, or at least for an invitation to use the key she has given him. His patience, however, remains unrewarded. A small frown turns the corners of his mouth, and he lifts a hand once more, knocking twice this time.
When silence is once again his only response, he offers a hesitant call.]
My princess...? Are you there?
[He supposes that she could be out in the city, but that does little to explain the anxiety that spreads through him with each beat of his heart, spreading in him more thoroughly than the blood trapped within his veins. After another moment, one final instant of waiting for her to call back to him, he takes the key and swiftly unlocks it, throwing the door wide and leaping through the entryway. Perhaps overly dramatic. He does not know yet if anything is wrong, after all.
But then, even when he is certain that things are well, he still has quite a few theatrical inclinations.]
Rue, please answer me, if you are here...
Location: Larmline Apartments
Time: Backdated to the ageswap event
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[The day is bright and fresh, and so the prince thinks it to be perfect to spend with his princess. He readies himself quickly, but carefully- as not even princes are immune from rather youthful jitters when about to present themselves to their beloved- and soon, he has taken the few steps necessary to reach the apartment nearest to his own.
Rue's apartment, of course; he would not have been willing to stay anywhere else.
He knocks on the door delicately, exactly three polite taps, and waits for her to come for him, or at least for an invitation to use the key she has given him. His patience, however, remains unrewarded. A small frown turns the corners of his mouth, and he lifts a hand once more, knocking twice this time.
When silence is once again his only response, he offers a hesitant call.]
My princess...? Are you there?
[He supposes that she could be out in the city, but that does little to explain the anxiety that spreads through him with each beat of his heart, spreading in him more thoroughly than the blood trapped within his veins. After another moment, one final instant of waiting for her to call back to him, he takes the key and swiftly unlocks it, throwing the door wide and leaping through the entryway. Perhaps overly dramatic. He does not know yet if anything is wrong, after all.
But then, even when he is certain that things are well, he still has quite a few theatrical inclinations.]
Rue, please answer me, if you are here...