forum Roleplay with @Starlight-I-Love-Magic! (closed)

Started January 19, 2019 by @Becfromthedead group

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Skye nodded to himself, heading back down the hall at a brisk pace.

Septima put back any extra books, then passed back through the library and into the hall where she and Skye had parted. She kept going towards where the kitchen and dining area were.

Entering the dining room he was immediately greeted by the King's wife, and her son, the crown prince. "Welcome! I heard we had a visitor." said the young man, who seemed about Skye's age.
Skye smiled, "Pardon me, I got a bit lost…" he said. "Though I do hope breakfast is ready soon?"

Septima walked in, not too far behind.
Ah, what do I do?
She froze, standing about ten feet behind Skye. Who was this man? Did she need to say something? Should she just keep walking?

He's the prince, don't panic… he said to Septima. "Ah, and heres my assistant." he said, keeping a light and friendly tone as he beckoned for Septima to come over.

Okay, okay…
Septima walked over stiffly. She bowed her head.
"I'm Septima. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Perfect said Skye,
"Now now, no need for formalaties before breakfast." said thr other, "By the way my name is Jackson."

Septima nodded in acknowledgement.
"Everyone here has been very hospitable. I'm glad you had a place for us until we get everything sorted out."

"Happy to help!" said Jackson, leading her to a spot at the table.
Skye followed, letting Septima take the stage. Play along, he told her, Also heads up, I think he likes you.

What, like he's flirting with me?! Septima asked, shocked, Hmph, if only he knew.
"Thanks," Septima replied softly, suddenly feeling very awkward, if that was the case. She sat down at the table.

Not flirting… but that might come later once he's sure of his feelings. said Skye as Jackson led them to a pair of seats as the cooks came out with food.

Ugh… I thought those days were over… Just to be clear, I have no intentions on playing along if he ever does.
Septima put her hands in her lap and clutched at the fabric of her clothes frustratedly.
She smelled the food as the cooks came in: eggs and sausages, fresh bread, and much more. This was a surprisingly large amount of food for her.

You'll have to at least be polite if he does make advances. We do not want him as an enemy. said Skye firmly, allowing the cooks to leave, and the queen to be served before finally being allowed to take his fill.

Can I at least tell him that I'm gay? Septima responded, watching everyone closely to make sure she didn't pick the wrong time to start eating.

Do that when and if he starts hitting on you. said Skye, pacing himself on his food even though he was starving.

Well yeah, of course I'm not gonna just say that out of the blue, even if it is the truth. He doesn't really need to know otherwise.
Septima started eating after everyone else had. She almost started wolfing it down, between being hungry and also because everything tasted so good. However, she knew she had to show some restraint around these people, so she didn't.

Skye smiled at her, continuing to eat and chat with the other Royals.

Septima nodded to Skye, then listened in on everyone's conversations. She did her best to smile, even if it was all an act. She didn't usually smile much, but she didn't want these new people to find her unapproachable.

Skye kept his usual friendly attitude, never once seeming like a pretender, especially since his actions were genuine.

Please don't tell me we're going to have to do stuff like this all the time, Septima thought.
She tried to be as involved as possible, even if that just meant smiling and nodding, looking like an idiot.

Just relax and enjoy it! said Skye, Because unfortunately yes, we must.

Hate to break it to you, but there's no enjoyment in this for me. Literally the only good part is that they feed us.
She went back to eating.

You don't have to enjoy it. You just have to look believable. I'm always here if you need to vent.

Eh, that's okay… I'm not much for that kind of talk. Am I convincing enough?
Septima put her hands in her lap and pressed them up against her thighs, sort of to comfort herself.

You're doing great!