Thread: RP: Tales Of Two Endless Hearts [ Horror_Show & Marivaux]

A young female stood numbly and balanced in one of the many green house gardens that sat beneath the palace she resided. She had her eyes closed, her feet were bare standing spread apart. She was loosely dressed white, in a light tank and pants over her undergarments , there was a cool breeze passing through from the outside air that was purified and pushed into the garden. They were blessed with so much wealth an advanced technology over the past decades. They lived in a paradise in a continent of dry desert land. Thousands of people fought every day for the essentials to live, food, shelter and water most importantly. She had thankful that her own parents took pride in doing what good they could for the their people. There was so much corruption, so much greed, so many pressures of from higher power to make fatal decisions, to keep taking but never giving back. Quora was one of the privileged, she had never done without and absolutely anything she ever wanted or desired. She was raised by her mother, father, older brother and many close nannies that were royal servants. She was on the edge of seventeen and kept hopeful despite the hardships that was relevant on the outside of the palace walls. Things had been a little more chaotic drama wise within the palace walls. She slowly tilted her head with her eyes closed as if she was straining to crack her neck. As her eyes opened they were faintly glowing, showing brightly. She stretched out her arms and legs carefully, as if she was doing slow ballet moves, she was harnessing her emotions, her energy into movement. Anything to distract her from the chaos within the walls of her home, all the savants and help with outside contractors were preparing a huge celebration for her brother Leto. The party was specifically being held in his honor of his oncoming ruling. It was also a polite way to bring the best potential young women for him to meet, to hopefully take interest in, to marry. It was a huge ordeal all over. So many kingdoms, so many trying to marry to be apart of their royal family. People would die for the chance, to be with her brother, to have everything they desired, power, wealth, authority.to be with her attractive older brother. He really was breathtakingly gorgeous, young, intelligent, charming and extremely kind of others. Almost the opposite of what your expect for a young man getting ready to take his place. The wolves were waiting to devour him. Quora was repulsed by the thought of the celebration. Of course her family was going about it the most ethical and respectful way possible. They had only given invites to other stable kingdoms and offered to hear contracts. They didnt want to create bad blood, it was some unwritten rule Leto would have to have someone to marry to take full responsibility. He had plenty of chances in recent years to travel, to meet anyone he wanted. Its not like any normal young healthy women wouldnt notice him, it was if he would noice them. He was encouraged all the time from being a young teenager. Luckily more pressure was on him than her.she didnt have as much to hold on her shoulders. She didnt want to attend the party, it would be tomorrow night. So as not to fight with her immediate family members she stayed out of sight. She was like a teenager on a extreme period.a bottle of emotions to deal with. She didnt even know how to handle herself, her mood swings. Deep down she was envious of the celebration, jealous that her brother would be taken. She was having a hard time coming to terms with her feelings. She could never let them be exposed, it would be taboo, forbidden and god knows what would happen, any sane human would react bitterly. Over the past several days their relationship had been less and less with responsibilities he was gaining. They had been almost inseparable growing up, from the moment she was born.he was there, always by her side, raising her in some ways, her best friend, her.soul mate. Her eyes flashed opened glossy. She aggressively spun on one foot craning her neck, lifting her body in what looked like some ancient fighting position. She glared and forced herself to take the pain, to keep her fucking balance, to overcome her inner repression. She exhaled in a harsh breath and flipped, trying to gracefully catch herself crouched. She ended up falling on her side, her arm contorted. She cried out and rolled on her back looking up through the glass panels up into the night sky. She was positive she may have sprained her right wrist. She slowly moved her fingers on the hand but didnt move her actual arm as she looked at the stars. She closed her eyes as silent tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. .Fuck. She exhaled laying there defeated. videoyoutube Shut your mouth, baby stand and deliver Holy hands, oh they make me a sinner Like a river, like a river Shut your mouth and run me like a river Choke this love till the veins start to shiver One last breath till the tears start to wither Like a river, like a river Shut your mouth and run me like a river