#ESRA_Roleplay
🗓️ 11 Feb |🕰️ 19:45 | 📍สวนหลังสถาบัน
Night creeping in, the cold wind cut through skin like a blade, snow storming down mercilessly— yet here stood the princess Wilhelmina.
Without a coat, without any shivers— stay still like a machine.
🗓️ 11 Feb |🕰️ 19:45 | 📍สวนหลังสถาบัน
Night creeping in, the cold wind cut through skin like a blade, snow storming down mercilessly— yet here stood the princess Wilhelmina.
Without a coat, without any shivers— stay still like a machine.
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She, perhaps, was already numbed before the snow.
(แวะมา+ เอาเสื้อคลุมมาให้องยิ๋งได้นะคะ🙂↕️ หรือจะมาลับมีดใส่กันกลางความหนางก็ฟริน)
Footsteps pressed into the snow, crisp and deliberate, before halting just a few paces behind her.
Jeremiah did not announce his presence with words, nor did he demand her attention. The wind carried his arrival instead, howling between them like an unseen force whispering caution.
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Unmoved by the storm, untouched by the biting cold.
“How much longer do you plan to stand here?”
His voice, calm and measured, carried across the cold air, not pressing for an answer.
He did not step around to face Wilhelmina, nor did he reach out to touch her.
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and yet, she did not shiver.
His gaze flickered downward to the outer jacket.
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There's a princess who stand still in the middle of the night
Deafening silence—
Long skirt dragged past, breaking the silence
"Isn't cold bothered you"
Anastasia—the crown princess, said
Yet, her composure did not falter, for she believed that whom it could be is irrelevant and less than worth it of her attention.
And she was somehow correct.
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𝑰𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒚𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓.
—As she draws near,
with a calm and gentle demeanour, Nephelia observes your presence. Her eyes gaze upon you with curiosity and a hint of concern.
She smiles softly, her voice carrying a gentle, almost motherly concern.
"I beg your pardon, Your Highness "
"... Are you alright? You mustn't stand exposed to the elements like this—the cold is severe tonight."
Nephelia reaches out a slender hand as if to gently guide the princess to safety but pauses, allowing the princess a moment to acknowledge her surroundings she's in.
"What weighs so heavily on your heart, dear one?"
What is harsh comes with its beauty, the uglies remain shallows and exaggeration whilst the magnificent comes in simplicities. +