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love me til death Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Nov 10, 2024 8:47 am
Prompt: It's a reunion for Marcello and Anika but how will Anika respond to his arrival and the news he brings with him?
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2025 2:25 pm
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love me til death Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2025 6:31 pm
ωith: Marcello︱ ωhere: Somewhere︱ мood: Curious︱ σutfit: ✖  "Talking" "Thoughts" When Marcello had requested her presence, Anika was quick to put her guard up. Most of her conversations with the Prince tended to end with Anika leaving the room in a fury, but given that they were siblings, she understood the importance of gracing him with her presence every once in and while. The idea of a punch card system mused her, thinking about how that might incentivise her meeting with her siblings more often, but ultimately, the idea of being in a room with Marcello or Francesca made her want to pull her hair out. There was nothing for them to discuss, since he had left, sure it was more of a banishment, her trust in him was limited at best. Any secrets he managed to receive were due to the blasted gift of his. If he wanted to blackmail her with her relationship with Syena, she was prepared to stab him in the chest for trying. Her father would applaud her for the action, given what a disappointment he had turned out to be. Walking into the room, she was pleased to see the grimy boy pacing in anticipation. At least the feeling of making one’s skin crawl was mutual. The soft tone he used confused her, unsure if he was trying to disarm her before she took her seat. The bow was a nice touch but left her feeling more suspicious than anything else. Raising her eyebrow, she followed the man to her chair and took a seat, " Well, you are my brother after all. What kind of a sister would I be if I denied you?" She asked, expecting a witty response in return. Accommodating him? Anika was sure he was testing her; if she hadn’t shown, he would have reported it to their father, and Anika would have been shipped back to Musique for disobedience. Waiting for the prince to sit across from her, she thought about what to say next. Was this time to hold in her venom, or a test to see if she could hold nothing back? What exactly had Marcello done that made him want to call upon her so late in the night? Had he made an enemy this fast? Had he gotten a maid pregnant? The princess doubted that latter, given he had just arrived, but nothing surprised her anymore. It was better to just get to the point so then she didn’t have to waste any more of her time here. " Calling for me so late, you must be up to something, best get along with it so I start a letter to father about how we can fix your misdeeds." OOC:
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2025 6:23 pm
 
“....what kind of a sister…”
A crooked smile pulled from deep rooted irritation as he took his seat across from her. He didn't want to break so soon, but a response like that presented scissors against the fine thread that was their relationship. It didn't take much for Anika to get under his skin, but he shouldn’t have expected a quick change of heart anyways. When it came to the Prince’s shortcomings, no pun intended, Anika had unfortunately shared some of the same disappointments as their father. Along with the unforgiving amount of bullying he had put up in his younger years. ‘Sister’ would be a compliment he would give to Anika, she didn’t quite fit the mold in his mind. But this was Utopia! He should participate in the noble cause and help reframe the image of his broken family. The Prince tamed his tongue, holding back a knee jerk reaction that was sure to ignite bickering among the two. Having seen and heard Anika’s furious passion, would not be in his favor at this given time.
“Calling for me so late, you must be up to something, best get along with it so I start a letter to father about how we can fix your misdeeds."
“Hmm? I’d rather not mention the times I’ve heard you up at this hour. Do you think you can include who you have been doing in that letter of yours as well? I’m sure Father would be pleased.”
He scolded himself for releasing his thoughts, force of habit was no excuse but the reason for his lack of full courtesy towards his sister. “Tsk.” Marcello pulled back, clicking his tongue. He turned his head to try to reset the tone but for all he knew that was at least one strike already.
With a hand to his heart, he continued to play the script as best as he could. Taking in a deep breath he rose a hand to quickly try and diffuse her from replying back, “That was a misstep on my part. I acknowledge my reply may have been...inappropriate.” Apologetic teal eyes met her frazzled face.
“Anika, I did not call you here to try and find new ways to keep up these old childish squabbles. In fact…”
Marcello fixed himself, fixing his posture and folding his hands in front of him. He had thought about taking her hands, like any caring sibling would do when they are about to deliver bad news, but the notion was too unnatural for them. And he didn’t want to throw her off completely. His mind still teetered on truths that needed to be revealed, but he wasn’t quite sure if she could handle it? Anika still respected their Father, and if he told her what he had actually done to the King, would she be ok with it like Fran was? His thumbs pressed against each other.
“..writing letters to Father, would be of no use to anyone. He is…no longer with us.” his voice was grim, a bit lifeless though it would be more suspicious if Marcello showcased sorrow. It was no secret that the King and the Prince were ever really on the best of terms. As his son, Marcello always did his best to win the same favor the King held Anika in. To try and at least ease the load off her. But it was never enough for any of them.
Instead Marcello found himself doing things for the King that harmed his relationship with the Princess. Favors that he now deeply regretted.
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Ooc:
Location: some room
With: Anika
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love me til death Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2025 6:03 pm
ωith: Marcello︱ ωhere: Somewhere︱ мood: Panicked︱ σutfit: ✖ "Talking" "Thoughts" Pursing her lips would only hold Anika back for so long. Meeting him today was the kindest thing Anika had done for him in a long time, and she was quickly remembering the reason why. If he were at least bald again, she could laugh at this phallic-shaped head, but Marcello now too closely resembled their father when they were younger. It was getting heavier on her heart to fight back as he spoke to her. Would he actually send a letter about her relationship with Syena to their father? Anika doubted it, but the prince was signing his death warrant either way. It wouldn’t be the first time her brother had tattled on her to cause her harm further. " A little strange to listen to your older sister’s private conversations, no?" Frowning as she looked around the room, slowly plotting the boy’s death. There were few improvised weapons to go around, but a wooden chair hit across the head would be effective enough. Thankfully, Marcello realized his mistake before the princess could leave her spot. His words meant little; actions were what truly mattered to her—being there, not leaving as he had. While Anika knew he had little choice now, it didn’t help the distrust she felt for the pocket prince in her heart. Pouting in response, she refused to look at his eyes, knowing they were just a way of attempting to manipulate her once again. " Inappropriate, try disgraceful." Marcello knew what would happen to Anika if their father found out. The princess had learned early in her life that there were fates worse than death, and their father was an expert. Did Marcello even care? Or was this another show of theatrics to make Anika explode again? Finally gracing her with her eyes, Anika found herself shocked by the sad expression in the boy’s eyes. " Someone has found themselves an acting coach since we last spoke." It was hard to trust anything he was saying after the time had passed, and how quickly he was to punch her in the gut. Not that the princess knew she was innocent in their debates, it didn’t make believing him any easier. " Quick, the theatrics and out with already, would you?" The amount of frown lines he was causing was not good for her skin. Relaxing her face, Anika took a deep breath so she could take in what her brother was trying to say to her. That’s when her face dropped. It didn’t take much for her to understand what no longer with us meant. But what did that mean for her? For Musique. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to go just yet. This felt too suspicious. How would Marcello have discovered this fact before her? His ears weren’t that good. Were they? " I don’t believe you." She tried to read him for any sense he may be lying to her, " You’re lying." It didn’t make sense for him to lie, but nothing was making sense. " Is this a test? Tell me father’s dead and see if I cry and prove my loyalty? A sick test on father’s part." She spoke, trying to make any sense of what Marcello was saying to her as her body started to shake in panic. OOC:
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2026 7:33 am
There were countless rehearsals for this moment. Marcello mapped out routes of possible responses from Anika, though trust failed them in nearly all.
“I don’t believe you.” Marcello steadied himself, head inclined as taking in the first lash of displaced trust. He knew there would be more to come, so he braced himself.
“You’re lying.” His eyes closed at the accusation, the phrase had been rehearsed into numbness and yet it still wounded him as her voice solidified the truth. There was no use in dwelling on hurt feelings.
Her coronation needed to happen. He had heard enough of their father’s impudent behavior toward other countries and ill intentions of what would come after Utopia. It only left fear that he would force his approach to Anika and Anika would be left to rubble herself out of his mess. He was helping her, he told himself. She should trust him.
Marcello took a sharp breath, mustering his strength to reapproach the princess. He did his best to bury his aggravation, frustrated that he even had to tip toe around her like this. It was true that their father was no longer with them, that he is missing but he will not tell her that it was by his hands.
“A test?” he spat out in disbelief. “You would question matters of the throne simply because it is coming from me, but would you doubt my truth on tests that Father commanded of me for just a morsel of inclusion with the family?”
He could still remember the echoing of his steps down the hall as his hands trembled with the first interception of Anika’s letters. His heartbeat pounding just as loud as the knock bidding entrance into their Father’s chambers. The King read them allowed, scoffing and setting it ablaze with ease. Young Marcello couldn’t avert his eyes from the crime against his sister he had committed. Even as he looked away, the sound of fire cracking as it licked the envelope out of existence still whispered into his ears of what he had done. Again and again he played fetch for his Father. Until there was nothing else to offer. And soon Marcello would no longer be welcomed in for the warmth of the fire, but the cold short gust from hurried closed doors.
Eyes turned stone as he locked eyes with her. His voice mixed with frustration and anger as he began reciting a verse from her letters. And if that wasn’t good enough he quoted another and another, as if he himself had stripped the envelopes open.
The blow came swiftly, with a sting cold as the marble he was now looking at. Silence fell and before he could allow any more of her wrath he broke into the air.
“I wish he was dead.” That’s right, death was something his Father would have to deserve. And until Marcello was satisfied with the new rule of Musique, then he would present him the gift of mercy.
The small prince bit his lip, allowing himself to be vulnerable for a brief moment, “You always tried to leave, and I didn’t want to be left behind. Father knew the monks had filled me with hope of mending our family. I believed it to be my place. So I did what was asked, to be seen, heard, to be someone.” he couldn’t look at her, not yet, the shame still draped heavy on his shoulder. “It was wrong, and for that, I am sorry.”
He went on to tell Anika of their father’s disappearance, shortly after her departure for Utopia. King Alto was growing impatient and already surveying lands for expansion, without even considering the aid needed in lesser cities.
“They surveyed his route, but most of the banners or traces were dispersed in Belle Fourche.”
“I knew you held some eagerness on your arrival. To see…Syena”
It was hard to let go of the bitterness in his name, but he offered a drop of politeness, for her sake.
Marcello straightened himself to keep a back bone with her, to show that he was capable of making decisions worth her while, “That’s why I took liberty in forming a small court council, no one outside them knows the truth. We feared with Utopia just beginning, the truth may stir rumors and result for all of us to return quickly. The unrest would be inconvenient.”
“The Queen knows as well, she is in hopeful spirits and assures the court that she will not strain herself. She asked to help oversee the search for him, wanting to be the first to know when they find him. Dead or alive.” a long sigh left him to try and relieve some of the weight of all this news. All that was left, was the most important matter of all.
“Until we resolve everything, preparation for your coronation takes precedence. Anika, I can help you.
Marcello stepped aside, softening his approach before bowing, “If you wish.”
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Ooc:
Location:
With: Anika
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