principeandres

[principeandres]

𝐦𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐢'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐤  ;  andrés’ bucket list  .

RECONCILE WITH HIS FAMILY. FIND HIS BIOLOGICAL PARENTS AND LEARN ABOUT WHERE HE COMES FROM. FIND A JOB HE’S ACTUALLY GOOD AT AND ENJOYS; PROBABLY AT A MUSEUM OR ART GALLERY. BECOME ECONOMICALLY INDEPENDENT. BE SOMEONE’S SUGAR DADDY. HAVE A SUGAR MOM OF HIS OWN THAT BUYS HIM A PRETTY CAR FROM THE 60′s.

#kaos:task #fates:task #this was supposed to come out yesterday but i got sleepy after i finished the edits dhfkf #here we go

[principeandres]

esme .

 “You look like a messy meal - I never eat that food in public.” She respond, almost not realizing how it sounded before it was too late. The brunette laugh softly with him, moving her bag so he could sit. “And my mom told me to never waste a good meal-” Giving a slight nod as her food was set down, glancing back at Andres.

   “Esme – sorry did I say that?” She sighed sticking out her hand to him, “It’s lovely to met you Andres.”

andrés laughs, throwing his head back. the girl looked so innocent at the first glance, he’d never imagine she’d flirt back like this. but you should never judge a book by its cover. and it’s amusing anyways. “i agree with your mom,” he replies nodding, as the waitress leaves a plate of greek salad in front of him. it’s very basic, but he’s so hungover, he probably can’t stomach anything else.

“esme,” he repeats her name, almost tasting it. “a pretty name for a pretty girl.” he smiles again, bringing his drink to his lips to take a sip. “and what are you doing in kaos, esme? escaping from a crazy ex-lover or just taking a little time off to find yourself?” 

#INT. #FT. ESME MONROE.

[principeandres]

ada .

she grins back. she was flirty by nature, always had been. bouncing between the understanding that love could be balanced down to a small handful of traits, and the love of flirting and being around people. plus he was not being rude, or lying she was aware that she looked good. “well that’s because i am. bought this from the dior show. i rarely buy designer new, but when i saw this one it was one of the prettiest things i’ve ever seen and i had to buy it,” she said. “well thank you. you have a strong look and an air of grace, it could carry just about any look.”

andrés arcs his brows, surprised. well, not really. he knew this was from the dior show. he was there himself. then he nods, wholeheartedly agreeing. “well, i am glad you bought it, ‘cause it looks like it was made only for you. i don’t think anyone else could wear it with as much elegance as you do,” he tells her, smiling. “oh, thank you. you’re very kind,” he laughs. “my to go look is scandalous royal, but this is a nice change.”

#INT. #FT. ADA MÜLLER.

[principeandres]

do you consider yourself a selfish lover?

“definitely not. love is meant to be an exchange. give and take. love and be loved. make them feel good so that makes you feel good. eat your girl out and all that.”

#ANSWERED. #i went through my drafts and this was there so yeah shkjshd

[principeandres]

Bay rum

bay rum: if you drink, do you have self control with it?

“most of the time. sometimes the party is just too good and i lose track of how many drinks i’ve had, but even then, i am always in control.”

#ANSWERED. #lies.

[principeandres]

♥ perfume oil asks. ♥

acai berry: what is something you’ve always wanted to try but have been too scared to?

aloe botanic: are you always up to date on the latest fashion trends? do you switch up your look often?

bay rum: if you drink, do you have self control with it?

cilantro: describe the perfect dinner.

earth: what is your strongest personality quality?

egyptian musk: how do you respond to people flirting with you? do you enjoy it?

forest rain: how long do you think you could survive in the wilderness?

french vanilla: what does love feel like to you?

fresh cut grass: when the weather is warm, what activities do you do outside?

ginger lily: do you think you have maternal instincts? if someone needs to be taken care of, do you take up the task?

honeydew: describe an ideal day out with a friend.

ivy: what are three albums that really define you or have shaped you as a person?

lavender: do take therapeutic baths after a long day? if so, what do you put in them?

lemon verbana: do you believe in "forgive and forget"?

passion flower: when you have a crush on someone, how do you show it?

patchouli: if you could only keep five possessions, what would they be?

pine needles: how do you break bad news to someone?

plum blossom: how do you dance to your favorite song?

rain: is it easy for you to bounce back after being sad? do you hang on to your sadness?

sage: if you could give someone one piece of life advice, what would it be?

sea mist: how would your friends describe you?

white ginger: if money wasn’t a concern, how would you decorate your room?

#HONESTY. #pls and thanks!

[principeandres]

send me ‘☏’ for a voicemail my muse would leave yours.

#HONESTY.

[principeandres]

cody .

    —- “ok nicholas sparks,” cody retorted, snorting a little. she rolled her eyes a little before shrugging. “you one of those types who is like ‘if i don’t give my heart to anyone it can’t be broken so i don’t get close to anyone’?” she asked, point blank. not that she could talk. she had her own commitment issues that she never spoke about. “be my king, then,” she challenged before a kiss was placed on her hands like out of titanic. and then, they parted and cody went to find leo.

  cody was with leo, laughing and taunting him before she left to go to the bar for a last drink to close out the night. she paused, seeing a familiar face. a smirk played on her features when he greeted her. “don’t you forget it,” she played along, putting on a haughty air and using an exaggerated mid-atlantic accent. cody glanced at leo and back at andrés and laughed. “we can keep things exciting. the love between a queen and her courtesan,” she replied, pursing her lips, “besides he can’t be much of a king when he’s like my brother,” she said with a shrug.

“oh, no. on the contrary,” he shakes his head. “i give my heart out very easily, and very carelessly. it’s my biggest flaw.” truth be told, andrés had much worse flaws than that. but cody doesn’t need to know that. not yet.

andrés smirks when he finds her again. the prom queen. his brow furrowed and then he chuckled. “oh? scandalous.” he waves his hands, taking a step back. “the monarchy is no stranger to marriages inside the family, but you’d usually marry your second cousin, not your brother.” andrés knows about that. his grandmother already tried to marry him to the cousin of the cousin of the other cousin. she assured him there was no blood relation between them. but still, andrés didn’t buy it. he sighs at the memory.

“are you celebrating your crown with your king?” he asks, the smirk back on his lips. “or would you like to escape with your courtesan?”

#INT. #FT. CODY ELLIS.

[principeandres]

esme .

  She blinked a few times registering what he said, Esme wasn’t oblivious to things but once in a while it’s like she couldn’t accept they were being said to her. “That is a very good things to hear.” She nodded with a warm smile at him.  Eyes drifting towards the plate on her table just as the waitress walked away. “Oh well – it’s here so I suppose you are safe now.” Teasing a bit flickering bad at him. 

   “If you’re alone you’re more than welcome to join my table - foods always better with company anyway.”

andrés gives her a little nod and then he lets out a little chuckle. “and here i was already wishing you’d have me for lunch.” he chuckles again, proud of himself. who knew he could try to flirt while being so hungover. well, he did. this wouldn’t be the first time. 

“thank you,” he moves over, taking the seat in front of her and bringing his aperol spritz along with him. the only way to kill his headache was with a little bit of alcohol. “i’m andrés,” he smiles, introducing himself. “it’s lovely to meet you...”

#INT. #FT. ESME MONROE.

[principeandres]

rihannon .

      RHIANNON WAS SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF FOUR LIT CANDLES, homemade with various cinnamon and floral scents. she’d even put out a couple of crystals — there was a full moon out tonight, and she was planning on letting them charge under the moonlight. and then, of course, her phone buzzes. curious, rhiannon reaches for the phone, before seeing andrés’s name and letting out a gasp. he was outside ?? she pulls herself up off of the floor, excitement making her motions careless and clumsy. grinning, the blonde races to the front door, before yanking it open and stepping outside with bare feet.

       when rhiannon sees andrés standing on the sidewalk, she can’t help but let a beaming smile overtake her expression. ❝ andrés !! ❞ she exclaims, practically floating over to the male. ❝ it’s so good to see you — ❞ though she was going to run into his arms, she stops a few inches away from him once she sees the bouquet of sunflowers in his grasp. ❝ …are those…are those for me ? ❞ she glances up at the male in disbelief, fingers twitching with the urge to just take them and snuggle them close to her chest. but she has no idea if they’re for her, or if he’s just stopping by on his way to give them to someone else. still, hope is bubbling in her chest, and heat rises to the apples of her cheeks to make her blush. for once, she breaks his gaze, eyes darting towards the sidewalk in bashfulness. ❝ those are really beautiful, andrés… ❞

andrés smiles as soon as he catches sight of rihannon. he is beaming with her reaction, the thoughts of rhiannon forgetting about him soon dissipating. instead, he can feel his heart beating faster with excitement. “of course these are for you,” he replies quickly, his smile growing impossibly bigger as he hands over the sunflowers. “i saw them on the way here and i just couldn’t help but think of you, i hope you like them.” andrés can feel heat taking over his face, is he nervous? truth be told, it’s been years since he has given flowers to a girl. and it’s making him... vulnerable. it’s almost uncharted territory and andrés wonders if he hasn’t gone to far. “i hope i’m not bothering,” he starts, suddenly shy. so different from his usual confident behaviour. “if you’re busy, i’ll just leave these here and go on my way.”

#INT. #FT. RHIANNON ATWOOD. #and i feel like this is too short fjhdfkgf i am sorry

[principeandres]

CLOSED STARTER ; @hecatesii​ . LOCATION ; rihannon’s place .

andrés has been missing rhiannon. he’s not sure if maybe the girl had been to busy lately, or downright avoiding him. or maybe he’s the one who’s been too busy drinking and dying the next morning. however, she always seems to be on the back of his mind. and it’s until he’s finally managed to stay a full 24 hours without being intoxicated that he finally reaches out.

at first, he had decided to invite her over. but his place was a gross mess. so one cold shower later and he is on his way to her place instead. maybe he’s being silly, but he can’t help but stop by a flower shop on the way. there’s a bouquet of sunflowers in his hand by the time he arrives.

are you home? i am outside. he clicks send. waiting by the sidewalk for her reply.

#INT. #FT. RHIANNON ATWOOD. #i feel like this is shit so i am sorry

[principeandres]

esme .

@principeandres​ .

  Esme let out a soft laugh, reading over her parents text messages to her. The island was so alluring she’d all but lost touch with the outside world. They even sent photos of the blooming gardens and her mothers new favorite floral top. The woman was simple but she loved her homey items. It made the brunette miss her home, but something about it seemed different. She felt peace on the island while home she felt a longing for more. Glancing up, having noticed a small movement, guessing it was her waitress only to see a man walking to the table next to her - their brief moment of eye contact she offered a nervous smile.

   “s–sorry. I thought you were food.” Teasing slightly.

andrés is surprisingly an excellent cook. he can make the best paella in all the royal family. and his spanish tortilla is perfect as well. but lately, he doesn’t exactly have the time to cook for himself. when he’s not stupidly drunk, andrés is horribly hangover. and right now, it’s the latter. he is ready for lunch. probably the first meal he’s had in the whole day. he sits on a small table, waiting for the waitress to take his order. he’s been here before and he already knows what he wants to order.

the prince notices the beautiful girl sitting nearby and he gives her a small smile. it’s her comment what makes him giggle. “i’ve been told i taste delicious,” he starts, a playful smirk on his face. “but i don’t think i’m the kind of food you were expecting,” he finishes, laughing.

#INT. #FT. ESME MONROE.

[principeandres]

rory .

“i’m glad someone is also in pain.” the corners of rory’s mouth turned up wryly as she took in andres’ state. “mierda. you look worse than me.” hands began working as rory continued to look andres up and down. “was it those weird little blue tabs? listen, the guy told me they were molly but holy fuck they hit me hard.” truth be told, rory couldn’t remember most of the last week, but she could put money on the fact that they’d probably run into each other at some point. kids like them tended to drift together, and once you spent as much time in clubs as rory, you could spot your friends from a mile off among the sweaty bodies. “here, drink this, it’s what i’m drinking too. looks like a mimosa but hits a little harder. it’ll pull the demons right out of your body.”

andrés is giving rory an annoyed look that she can’t see because he is wearing sunglasses. he feels like dying. but no matter how horrible the coming down might be, the high always makes it worth it. he knows he’ll be reaching for it again soon. “i have no idea,” he sighs, extending his arms across the bar to rest his head on the cold surface. “i don’t remember doing molly last night, or the night before. it’s probably the stupid amounts of alcohol i’ve been drinking. cheap fucking alcohol. that’s why i feel like dying.” this could be true, yes. but andrés was also not about to admit that he has been high on cocaine almost all the time. although if anyone could understand, it’s probably rory. “you are an angel,” he tells her, bringing the drink to his lips to take a sip. it does feel like arriving to an oasis after walking through the desert. andrés takes another sip, a little longer this time. “i don’t know what the fuck’s in this but it’s amazing. veronica, you’re my guardian angel.”

#INT. #FT. RORY FLORES. #drugs mention

[principeandres]

leo .

‘‘oh trust me when i say i’m bad at dancing, i’m bad at dancing.” he breathed in almost forgetting to breathe out when he felt andrés putting his hand on his lower back before almost forcing himself to do it. slowly wrapping his own arms loosely around the other male’s neck (doing what he could remember what he did with beau) he looked up at his friend with furrowed brows. “like this?” he asked as he let his own feet starting to sway slowly to the music. being here with andrés almost felt peaceful for a moment. like he had forgotten to worry about everything for once in his life. “i think i work too much. i don’t see you enough.” he said giving him another loose laugh as looked at his friend, his fingers once more playing with andrés’ pretty curls. “i think it’s fine to be doing this. it’s not like we’re going to kiss or anything. i’m happy to have you around again though, i was starting to think that you didn’t like me anymore.” he says teasingly as the smallest bit of a smile formed on his lips. 

andrés holds a firm and gentle grip on the back of leo’s waist as they move around to the sound of the music. ballroom dancing was part of his education as a young prince. but andrés couldn’t care less about that. dancing was about having fun and that’s exactly what they were doing. “just like this, you’re doing great,” he replies, giving his friend a small smile. “i’d kiss you,” he jokes. or maybe not. “as friends, of course. but i am scared of beau, you know that.” andrés laughs. it’s nice to be around leo. it’s now that the other brings up the topic, that andrés realizes how much he wishes he’d see him more often. “i was the one starting to think you didn’t like me,” he jokes again, giving leo a small smile. “you should make a little space for me on your busy schedule, just us and some pizza. pretty please.”

#INT. #FT. LEO COLEMAN. #this took to long jhdfdjkf so if you'd like to do something new #let me know bb!

[principeandres]

cody .

    —- cody couldn’t help but laugh at him. she shook her head, still gazing at andrés with her eyebrows drawn together. head tilted, the woman did her best to study andrés. “summer flings are fun, sure,” she began, eyes narrowing, “but why would you want a broken heart?” leaning closer, cody slightly licked at her bottom lip before remembering the lipstick on it. her habit of licking her lips was a big issue at the moment and she mentally kicked herself. “a heart attack?” came the question as cody leaned back and drank her champagne, “is she old fashioned when it comes to monarchies? not that royalty can be voted in there, either…” cody trailed off, biting her lip in though. dammit. stop with the lips. “what does that make you to me if i’m your queen,” she asked playfully again.

“broken hearts are part of living, darling, it’s impossible to escape them,” he comments, sipping on his champagne. there’s a smirk on his lips. andrés never has had the need to tell someone that he is a prince, that he actually holds a nobility title as part of the monarchy in spain. people already know that long before they meet him. and it amazes him. how cody seems to have no idea. and he’s not planning on telling her any time soon. “i can be your king,” he tells her, taking her hand to plant a small kiss on her fingers. he is gone soon after that.

the night goes on between glasses of champagne and friends. andrés actually claps and shouts when the master of ceremonies announces cody as the prom queen. the event is over shortly after and andrés is mindful to try and find her on the sea of people. if only to congratulate her and say his goodbyes. “your royal highness,” his says, approaching her. “looks like you’ve already got a king. but i’ll happily be your loyal courtesan.”

#INT. #FT. CODY ELLIS. #i am sorry this took so fucking long jdkhgdf

[principeandres]

shooting star, constellations, slumber

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

“ágata. always. she is my voice of reason.”

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

“ágata, again, since i can remember. and my brother, of course. but lately, i’ve met someone with whom i can talk for hours and i just love hearing her speak. yeah.”

slumber: what's one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

“my tiny little bags of happiness.”

#ANSWERED. #the last one!

[principeandres]

galaxies, night light, earth

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

“i’d like to meet my biological family. at least i’d like to know who they were, where i am from. and i’d like to see my adoptive brother again. those two mostly.”

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

“you know, it used to be my family, the state where i grew up, my apartment in madrid. but all of that is gone. so i am trying to find what makes me feel safe now.”

earth: where do you feel most at home?

“you really are going for the hard questions. nowhere.”

#ANSWERED. #AAANGST