[identity profile] palace-travis.livejournal.com
Travis smiled to himself as he looked at the gift one more time. With any luck his brother wouldn't see it til it was too late. Now, just need to write the card...

To My Princess,

Now, I know what you're thinking. But these aren't meant to represent the ones that are supposed to embarrass you.

It's more to mean the ones that you have, figuratively of course. You've done a whole lot more than a lot of people (not me of course) thought you would. This is just a little something, a warning to let people know who they're dealing with.

Happy Birthday, My Princess.

Love,
Your Travis

Travis's gift )
[identity profile] palace-brad.livejournal.com
Travis,

God, I don't even know how to begin.

Yeah I do. Just not sure I have the right anymore.

Travis, when I got that message...you don't know how it hurt. I thought we were...

I thought I knew you, and now I feel like I don't. You said this wasn't about Jake, it was about some guy you saw somewhere and now you don't love me like you thought and this is supposed to be better for me somehow.

Only thing is I'm not seeing how it is.

I know I didn't make it any better by leaving like I did. David kept trying to talk me out of it, but I couldn't hear him. I just needed to go, figure things out.

I'm still not sure if I have. But I do know one thing.

I have to see you again. I just need you to tell me to my face what happened.

Please, pet? Don't you owe me that much?

I love you.

Brad
[identity profile] palace-jake.livejournal.com
[Warning- this post refers to bad stuff happening... read it, don't read it, make an adult decision.]

Jake stepped into the lift and pushed the button, moved into the corner and leaned against the wall, his head buried in a book. He wanted to finish it before he returned it to the library, but he was only a few pages from the end, and he wanted the new book that had come in on order for him, and he hated having more then one book on the go at once.

Travis shook his head as he looked over the paperwork he needed to starting riding one of the Palace horses. Insurance, waivers, capability tests, most of which wouldn't be needed if he had his own. Thinking even more seriously about saving up to buy a horse, he pushed the button for the lift. Still looking down at the papers, he took a step forward as he heard the doors open when something made his head snap up.
[identity profile] palace-orlando.livejournal.com
"Hold on!" Travis quickly pulled his pants on, throwing his towel back into the bathroom. He opened the door, falling to one knee, head bowed. "Your Highness."
Read more... )
[identity profile] palace-brad.livejournal.com
Brad Picked up his com and started typing.

Travis,

Hope you are doing well. I miss you; really miss you. I know it’s only been a few days, but Milla isn’t really the best of company.

Brad looked over at Milla, No not the best of company at all. He thought.

Hope to see you soon my pet. Brad typed, then hit send and closed his eyes. He hoped he would see Travis again soon.
[identity profile] palace-brad.livejournal.com
Brad closed the door leaving Milla outside in the hall. He didn’t care whether she went back to her room or just stayed there. Read more... )
[identity profile] palace-anna.livejournal.com
Anna threw the rag across the room, not even watching it catch fire. Damn. While she knew there was no hidding from Jake forever, as if she would want to, she had hoped for a little while longer. Just enough to get Travis better. And...

She bit her lip, wondering if she should. Picking up her com, she stared out the window for a long time before starting to type.

Locked, Private to Craig )
[identity profile] palace-travis.livejournal.com
To Prince Craig and David,

I don't know the two of you well, but I hope you'll appreciate this gift.

I have sent two, one for each of you. So that even when you're love is away, you will always have some thing of theirs nearby.

May your marriage be like a kitchen table, all legs and no drawers.

Travis

My Gift )

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