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[Dynasty]

exp to bel please!!

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Bel wasn’t interested in the conflict.

No matter where the dust settled, someone would still be wearing a crown, and it wasn't as if she cared for either of Reluir's leading ladies. That shit was beyond her; she only had so much energy to spare when most of it was being spent trying to lay as low as possible. Bel couldn’t even wear red outside without drawing suspicion from prowling guards - and Atros, they were everywhere. As incessant as mice and as enduring as cockroaches, they were the worst infestation Reluir had ever seen, and they just. Kept. Coming.

They would stop eventually, but right now, having an opinion was dangerous. Nothing could dissuade her aunt from giving her peasant friends shelter in the attic, but Bel outright refused to further compromise their safety, sympathies aside.

It was too early to place bets on anyone else. Bel was determined, as much as those outside with a fire lit under their ass and a pitchfork raised, to keep her own alive. She had only just begun to piece her life back together, and hell was she going to give that up for people she didn't believe in.

INHALES THIS PROMPT AND RUBS MY HANDS FOR THE REVOLUTIONE

tried to group the babs according to their respective (circumstantial) allegiances, but i realize now that em/cia's bit should probably have switched w gigi/owain's LMAO, looks at the blue awkwardly interrupting the reds and pinks/purples
and there shouldnt be smoke yet since she hasnt put out the candle but shoddy excuse of artistic libErTiEs

babs from middle to top section, left to right:

Ciaran : T-e-a-r
Em : seiracchi
Gigi : meriolli
Owain : und34dmuffin

Description

[Dynasty]

exp to bel please!!

- - -

Bel wasn’t interested in the conflict.

No matter where the dust settled, someone would still be wearing a crown, and it wasn't as if she cared for either of Reluir's leading ladies. That shit was beyond her; she only had so much energy to spare when most of it was being spent trying to lay as low as possible. Bel couldn’t even wear red outside without drawing suspicion from prowling guards - and Atros, they were everywhere. As incessant as mice and as enduring as cockroaches, they were the worst infestation Reluir had ever seen, and they just. Kept. Coming.

They would stop eventually, but right now, having an opinion was dangerous. Nothing could dissuade her aunt from giving her peasant friends shelter in the attic, but Bel outright refused to further compromise their safety, sympathies aside.

It was too early to place bets on anyone else. Bel was determined, as much as those outside with a fire lit under their ass and a pitchfork raised, to keep her own alive. She had only just begun to piece her life back together, and hell was she going to give that up for people she didn't believe in.

INHALES THIS PROMPT AND RUBS MY HANDS FOR THE REVOLUTIONE

tried to group the babs according to their respective (circumstantial) allegiances, but i realize now that em/cia's bit should probably have switched w gigi/owain's LMAO, looks at the blue awkwardly interrupting the reds and pinks/purples
and there shouldnt be smoke yet since she hasnt put out the candle but shoddy excuse of artistic libErTiEs

babs from middle to top section, left to right:

Ciaran : T-e-a-r
Em : seiracchi
Gigi : meriolli
Owain : und34dmuffin