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@realmoffantasysworld based on this plot
The ride in the carriage had been long and bumpy and by now Ophelia was miserable and parched. Ignoring the warnings and heedings of her guards and ladies-in-waiting, the stubborn princess then ordered the carriage to be stopped before she quickly got down, entering the very kingdom her mother had forbidden her to ever visit. What could possibly go wrong with just taking a short break here? It wasn't as if she was going to spend the night here. Her mother had always been a little too over-protective and too strict, thought the fun-loving Ophelia. Finding a nearby tavern, the golden-blonde princess then entered it, trailed by her nervous quartet of ladies-in-waiting. Moments later, as she sipped the cool drink she had ordered, her sharp ears then pricked up upon hearing of a small festival at the city centre. It sounded like a jolly and boisterous event. Oh just a little while longer wouldn't hurt would it, she persuaded her ladies-in-waiting.
Several moments later, the rebellious princess soon managed to lose her faithful ladies-in-waiting as she quickly weaved through the heavy crowds. As she chanced upon a stall selling the most exquisite flowers she had ever seen in her life, Ophelia then paused in delight and started to admire them, not knowing that someone had been silently watching her from afar.
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Marielle grinned when she could see her husband's cock hardening, glad to know that she had caused such an effect. She then bucked her hips with a gasp when Edwyn started to rub her sensitive pussy which then started to get wetter the more he played with it. "Ah..oh...ahh..ahh, yes Edwyn!" she moaned when his fingers touched a particularly sensitive spot before starting to rub her clit. "Right there..more please!" Her eyes began to close as arousal begin to course through her body, static waves of pleasure increasing the more his deft hand played with her folds.
Once his clothes were off Edwyn helped her in taking his clothes off as well. Soon enough he was naked with her as well as he looked into her eyes. He enjoyed the way she started stroking his cock. That along with the naughty look in her eyes was enough to get him hard. He smiled at her as he placed his hand on her pussy. Without saying anything else he started rubbing his hand over her pussy while looking into her eyes. He wanted to hear her moan and scream in pleasure for him. That was his biggest desire at the moment, and he was certain nothing could change it.
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Marielle shivered with great anticipation as Edwyn started to undress her wanting to feel him on every inch of her. She grinned coyly at that lustful look of his knowing what it meant and desire for her husband coursed even hotly through her veins. Not wanting to waste any more time, her own hands then went to nimbly undo his clothes as well, her fingers than caressing quickly over his chest once his torso was exposed. She then lifted herself of the bed slightly to start unbuckling his belt but not before palming his crotch in one swift moment with a naughty look in her wide eyes.
From the moment Edwyn first met her he found himself drawn to her. There was a connection between them, and they started getting to know each other well. Soon enough they both fell in love and eventually got married to each other. It was a special occasion. Not only had the kingdom found a queen he also got the chance to marry for love. He enjoyed the kiss between them as it was passionate and filled with longing. He cupped her cheeks gently as he made out with her. Hearing her words Edwyn smiled at her before he started undoing her clothes. He had a lust filled look in his eyes for her as he wanted to explore every inch of his wife.
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Proper etiquette and customs had been drilled into Mena from the moment she was born, so it was no wonder her first instinct was to address her new husband so formally even if she already knew him beforehand. Hearing Aristide's more logical reasoning made her smile sheepishly and replied "Alright, Ari." She loved saying his name and was glad to finally be able to say it aloud again after so many years of being forbidden to do so. The thought of being able to call him by more fonder terms of endearments made her heart sing with hope that this might turn out to be a love marriage in the end. The way he was looking at her, the way he closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her hips gave her tiny hints to hope for that further as well as making her heart beat a little faster. However, Mena didn't have much experience and for all she knew she could be wrong. For all she knew, maybe Ari's feelings for her could have just been a puppy love of the past and maybe he only desired her now. Nothing more. Maybe she should thread with caution.
His next words made her shiver slightly. Not from fear but strangely enough for the virginal woman, anticipation. His thumbs caressing were sending her goosebumps but the good kind. "I did have an inclination of what you meant, but I wasn't sure," she admitted blushing slightly. Late to the feast? Mena had never once been tardy before in her entire life thus far, thanks to her strict upbringing, but if it meant spending more private time with Ari, then she'd happily face any displeasure or upsets. "I do want to get re-acquainted with you Ari...I-..If I am to be honest, I missed you all this years." As she spoke Mena also slowly lifted a hand to caress a side of his face. Her heart beating even faster at being able to touch him again after all this time. "You're now my husband, Ari. There isn't anything I wouldn't want to do with you but you have to know that...I'm still a virgin. I might not be like some of the women you have been with previously. I hardly know anything about....love-making," she admitted nervously, not because she was afraid of what was to come but more so out of fear of not being up to his expectations.
aristide chuckled at the way she addressed him. "mena, we are married and we've known each other since we were... what, five?" aristide said. "you can call me ari. always. or everything sweeter than that." he told her and stepped closer, placing his hands on her hips. he didn't know about her romantic past, and whatever it was it wouldn't bother him. she could be a virgin or have slept with dozens of people. it would be all the same to him. he had, after all, slept with his fair share of women. "are you playing coy, or have you really no idea the effect a wife has on her husband? and what it leads to?" he wondered and let his thumbs caress her sides as his hands remained on her hips. "i promise i won't do anything you don't want," he started. "but... we have an hour until the feast commences and well, it is our feast... we could be... late but get... better acquainted." he suggested, not even caring if they never saw any food tonight. he wanted to speak to her, be near her, know every part of her. he had longed for her for so long, she had always been in his dreams and in his heart - no matter what he did or... who.
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Kiera frowned as she mused silently over his predicament. She hated seeing Ben like this so over-worked, desperate and having to handle the burdens of financial security for his younger siblings. "Okay Ben.. please, please don't get mad or offended, but what if I sponsor one of your sisters to college? Please. Our friendship has been going on for so long now that I genuinely care about your sisters too. Please accept my help." Kiera had recently made junior partner in the top law firm she worked at, one of the youngest ever in the state at only the age of 30, though to those closest to her that didn't come as much as a surprise for she had been quite the child prodigy. Thus, she now had more than enough finances to help Ben. That is if he would accept it.
Ben sighed, mainly because he knew she was right. He couldn’t keep going on no sleep and not eating forever. But he didn’t see it stopping any time soon. “I just -- I’ve got to work. Every hour I can. I’ve got two teenagers, and they need to go to college, funnily enough, my garage work doesn’t quite pay for that.” Ben said with wide eyes and rubbed his face. “I just don’t know what to do any more.”
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For the past few years, all the men she had expected she would be arranged to be married with, she'd never once dared hoped it would be Aristide. His family had been on the lower ranks of the nobility and Mena knew that her ambitious parents would want her to make a highly advantageous match with someone who could elevate either their family's wealth or status better. However, despite whoever his family was, that had not stopped warm Mena from forming a friendship with him when she was a young girl and eventually even developing more than just platonic feelings for him as they grew up. Their sweet, young, newly developing feelings never got a chance to blossom out fully however, as it was around that same time her parents found out about her friendship with him and had then strictly forbidden her from ever seeing him again. Though usually docile, she had tried her best to protest and sway her parents but to no avail and she dared not cross the boundary of upsetting her father who had been a pretty powerful and influential figure in their city and could cause problems for Aristide's family if he so wished.
Now it would seem that fate had reunited her with her first love, someone she had never forgotten nor had diminished feelings for despite the years, but was it for better or for worse? Had he changed a lot or was he still almost the same person she had tender feelings for? She had heard of his reputation as a philanderer recently and that made her question as to whether now highly established family wanted the match or did Aristide truly wanted her to be his bride? They had barely spoken to one another eversince that heartbreaking day of parting and between all the busy wedding preparations, they had not been spared a moment alone to talk to each other properly.
Well, she supposed she would find out soon enough. Anxiety started to pool at her belly when he requested all the other women to leave the room. Was he about to voice his displeasure at her dancing or mayhaps even chastise her for it? Surprise overtook her features however when her new husband instead started off with a compliment about her beauty before he added on with a seemingly sincere compliment about her dance. Small feelings of happiness overtook anxiety now. "Thank you, my lord," she smiled with a slight blush. A small tingly feeling went through her at his slight physical and yet tender touch. "Things?" she echoed, not fully comprehending at first but then slight inklings of it being an innuendo began to dawn her. Still to the virginal Mena, she could very well be mistaken , thus it might be better to get a clarification. "Wh-what sort of things exactly do you mean, my lord?" she wondered.
aristide couldn't believe his luck. he had never wanted to settle down, but if he had to, he knew that he wanted mena. he had always wanted her, but as a child and teenager, his family hadn't yet accumulated all the wealth they had now. his older siblings had all married richer folks, who had in turn provided them with better connections and now, they were at the top of the local food chain. his father had asked his son what it would take to stop his philandering and he had only uttered one word. 'mena'.
it had taken months to secure this marriage, and it had cost the family a lot of money but here they were - married. he knew it wasn't proper - to go up to his bride before the feast. to want her - but she couldn't have expected to dance like that and leave him unaffected right? at the very least, he had to tell her just how amazing he thought she was, and what effect he had on her. he noticed her alarm at his presence and he really did hope that she wasn't afraid of him. "leave us, please." he told the other woman in the room as he walked up to his new wife. "and close the door behind you." he added as he got closer to her. "good evening, you look... even more breathtaking than you did just a mere hour ago." he complimented her. "though i don't think anything can be quite as beautiful as that dance you performed." he told her and reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "that... did things to me." he admitted, with the innuendo quite clear. he hoped he didn't scare her off, but he was nothing if not honest.
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Open to anyone. Info on Shelbie: Elementary school teacher, dorky, clumsy highly earnest and has a big heart. Age range: 25 to 29 ( i'll be using chyler's gifs from GA)
Plot: Y/m and mine have been dating quite seriously for a while now and y/m thought it was finally time to introduce Shelbie to the whole family during a family celebratory event/ big family dinner. Except that Shelbie is a complete klutz and had proceeded to accidentally break something priceless/antique. Not to mention she had also made a faux pax of accidentally eating a dessert that was dedicated to someone special and accidentally mentioning a dead relative to an over-sensitive widow.
"They all hate me right? Please tell me your aunt didn't have a heart attack or anything terrible. I'm so so sorry. You know what, I should just leave right now. I'm so sorry but I'm a walking disaster and the next thing you know, I could accidentally set something or someone on fire," Shelbie groaned, her spirit slightly crushed at all the upsets she had accidentally made and the failed first impression.
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Based on this plot , or not, if you wanna go with a fluffy route instead, I'm good with either!
Open to females, aged 24+, high preference for underused fcs
“Honey, I’m home,” he called out in a slight sing-song voice as he walked into their large apartment. An inner warmth and excitement bubbled up inside of him as he used that last term of endearment, imagining using it on a daily basis, when they became actual spouses in several months time. When he rounded into the small corridor that ended with their bedroom and seeing his betrothed standing there, his heart leaped up in extreme joy as a strong warmth coursed through his soul. He was still high from their very, very recent engagement and he still couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that she had said yes to his proposal last night after they had only been dating for about 10 months plus. Many would have thought that it was too early and too large a step to take, or that they were moving way too fast through the stages of a relationship, but Issac couldn’t help himself. He was from a young age, a hopeless romantic through and through and everytime, he fell in love, he fell for that person hard and fast, and he had always vowed to himself that if once he found his soulmate and was 100% sure that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with that person, he would hold on to her strong and cherish her at every waking moment of his life for he believed that there was only one true romantic soulmate for every single person on earth and he sure as hell wasn’t going to lose her once he found her. And that was what the female whom he was walking towards to down the corridor was to him. His soulmate. His perfect pair. His better half. He actually still sometimes had a hard time believing he was so blessed enough to actually be with such an amazing woman and that she chose him too and wanted to really be with him.
“Hey, what are you up to?” Isaac asked lovingly as he proceeded to stretch out his arms intending to wrap his arms around her from behind her, as she still had her back turned towards him and possibly had not heard him declaring his arrival home when he opened the apartment door moments earlier.
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Continued from here @scinglives
"Thanks, babe. You're the best," she pecked him affectionately on the lips when he assured her that he had gotten her favourite Thai soup. "Well of course I am. Haven't you heard, girls are the best when it comes to important and hard manual labour such as building this royal fort," she joked with a grin as she walked towards the living room. "Okay Izzy, what's there left to do? We gotta be quick because we don't want our dinners getting icy cold, do we?" Callie found Callum's daughter to be a very bright and adorable little girl and thus the pair chatted animatedly away together as they worked on finishing up Izzy's fort. Several minutes later, an excitable Izzy then yelled out for for her father to come and take a look.
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REIGN (2013-2017) SENTENCES QUOTES . a sentences meme based on the cw's reign. quotes vary from all four seasons. change pronouns, names, titles and settings however you see fit.
You can't use your children as pawns in your schemes to gain power.
You have no power because I've taken it all away.
I am Scottish. This country is in my blood as I know it is yours.
There can only be one Queen, and I had to choose mine.
Honestly, mother! How many people have you killed?
History is a strong word. It was more of a...dalliance.
Oh, dear lord. You have a history.
I know I've made mistakes. I lied to you. I chose power time and again and I gained everything I wanted. I'm Lord Chancellor of France. But it's all meaningless without you. Come home to me, Lola.
Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all?
Something we both want so deeply warrants a bit of fear. I don't want to live without you and after this I won't have to.
Well, your taste in men always did leave something to be desired.
The more we try to help each other, the more harm we do. You must see that now.
We must move forward on our own, as queens of separate nations.
Have you learned nothing?
What odd turns our lives have taken. Mary, I can't believe this is goodbye.
Your life is more valuable than this.
No one life is more valuable than France.
My life is once again the sum of my choices, not someone else's crimes.
Why do you dismiss me? Because I'm a woman? I have a mind of my own.
I don't give my heart or give up easily.
I'm not sure I trust my own fate anymore.
You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor.
Choose because of what you think, not what others might.
There is always risk. At least when you love someone it's worth taking.
I never said I was a good man, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.
You want to hear something honest? I would do anything to keep you.
Well, if your plan doesn't work I want to shove this rag down his throat.
Well if I have to run I want to look good doing it.
Your birthright is your most precious possession. Think twice before trading it.
Maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves.
We have been given a miraculous second chance. I won't waste it.
You are so beautiful. If you could see what I see.
We were meant to be happy, and we were, but I have another fate, predicted long ago.
We were supposed to dance under the stars.
And what's the price of a King's life? Yours?
Hardly a day goes by where I don't wish someone else were making the decisions.
I hope your wings are strong, you vulture. You will be circling for quite some time.
What good is right or wrong if you're dead?
You do not need to seduce a man who already wants you.
Men don't like taking orders from women. They can barely stand speaking to them. You are nobody's first choice, yet here you are.
I've come to offer you something. The destruction of our mutual enemy.
Common lore is that your teeth are filed into points and your eyes are black with rage.
Cold passion mixed with your warm blood was to bind you to me. My spirit is inside you as yours is inside mine.
Ruling requires that your hands be drenched in blood.
Whose blood concerns you more, your husband or your lover's?
All that stands between him and the crown is my head.
So I've been sent to inform you that her Majesty still rejoices in the idea of marrying you and she's ready to give you her backing, if you take the throne of France.
Long live his majesty, King Louis of England. God save the king.
Contempt alone is not enough to condemn a man. Even the contempt of a king.
Just don't expect a fond farewell from me. Or my trust. Ever again.
Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury.
I will spill blood to defend what's mine.
You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can't seem to escape.
There are those who merely believe they have power, and there are those who actually have it.
Such haste! I haven't properly mocked you for saving the life of your mother's worst enemy.
Well now you can be afraid of me! You killed my sisters and made me pay for it my entire life!
Goodbye, Prince Conde. May you have better fortune than France has offered you thus far.
I can only say it's insurance, should he make himself an enemy of the crown.
The beginning is always promising. The trick is to go on that way.
Are you seriously, seriously suggesting that you want to watch me bathe in return for getting my dowry back?
My ladies brought this to me months ago. I read it in an hour.
You think you're untouchable, that your sins will stay buried, but they don't.
Welcome to your rule, my Queen.
When you are alone and miserable, remember this was the moment you threw your happiness away.
You're talking about changing the line of succession. And that's the kind of talk that gets bastards--and mistresses--beheaded.
I don't care what you learn, as long as you don't forget.
Love is irrelevant to people like us.
My dear, this was not an act of passion. It was treason.
Mary, claiming England means nothing to me. I was only interested in claiming you.
Dark and dangerous times, Your Grace. But your presence brings light.
Killing isn't supposed to be easy. If your hands weren't shaking, you'd be him.
My brother is more civilized. He plays by the rules.
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Open to newly-wedded husband in medieval and/or fantasy settings. Either a normal medieval setting or one set in slightly fantasy place like GOT. Your muse can have only met her today or a few weeks ago or known her from their childhood on-and-off and has been secretly growing in love with her all this while. I will react accordingly to your response. ( either an already-blossoming romance or a slow-burn one )
Plot: I’m so here for a romantic wedding night thread or early wedding night scene – since the starter is placed at early evening time before the wedding feast XD Or if you want a slow burn, then perhaps he just wants to privately speak to her and gently reassure her that she has nothing to be afraid of a future with him.
Spotting a movement out of the corner of her unique doe-shaped eyes, Mena then gave a cordial, but small and measured smile to her new husband who had suddenly paused by the open doorway of their new marital bedchambers. Her fussy and highly traditional older female relatives had insisted that she’d change her whole wedding attire for the wedding feast that was to take place later tonight, despite the fact that her beautiful wedding garments were extremely new and she had just only worn them once. About an hour ago during the wedding ceremony. In Mena’s personal opinion, it seemed like such a waste of energy and time to not just stick with one wedding outfit for the entire day and night, but however with her proud family that were a massive stickler for culture’s traditional norms and Mena was anything but a rebel. Even if her heart wasn’t really into it, the highly fillial daughter of House Madiwaal usually went by anything her family wanted or expected of her including this arranged marriage. Besides, her opinions were usually brushed aside nor taken as seriously as she would have wished due to her strictly traditional parents and gender.
However the rare occasions whereby one would actually catch a glimpse of the fire and passionate spirit that actually lived under the docile soul which had been forcefully molded into her character due to her iron-clad upbringing, was whenever Mena danced. That was the one of the biggest things and a part of her natural soul which no one could take away from her. For a child that had asked for so little, it wasn’t a terribly difficult task to ask her parents to let her pursue her dancing lessons. She had an extraordinary innate talent for it, the music and rhythm of dance seem to run in her veins eversince she was a toddler even. Her parents saw her talent as a further way to add to her charm as highly valuable marriage prospect for when she came of age but to Mena, dance was her outlet of expression, her refuge, her stronghold and her own personal way of living out a part of her life that was unrestrained. She had already performed a special Khatak dance in front of her husband’s entire court and wedding guests just moments after they were pronounced husband and wife. Was that the reason he was standing for far longer than necessary outside of the door, looking in at her? Had he secretly been displeased with her performance? A dreadful feeling formed at the pit of her stomach. Why else would he be standing there? She wasn’t even dressed in her wedding feast refinery yet, still in her dress robes, with one of her aunts fussing over her choice of jewelry for the night. Wait–was he coming in?
#indie rp#indie medieval rp#indie smut rp#indie period rp#open starter#no need to match length! my replies may be shorter after this starter which draws the setting
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Marielle knew that she was one of the lucky few royals to be able to marry for love. Their courtship had been a simple but oh-so-magical one. There was not a single day that went by which she did not thank the gods for blessing her with a husband like Edwyn. Her smile then spread into a grin, showing her pearly whites a little when her beloved carried her to their bed. She then responded to his kiss with all of her love, desire and adoration, pouring all of her intense feelings into that kiss, one of her gentle and slender hands then going to curl in his hair, while the other went to caress and hold a side of his face, pulling him deeper into the kiss. The burning passion she had for Edwyn transformed her kissing into an even intimate one, her tongue entering his mouth to taste him better. Kissing him was an intoxicating and addictive thing. When they finally broke away for air, she breathed out in an extremely alluring tone," Take me, Edwyn" she began. "Make me forget everything and everyone else but you." Her eyes sparkled with a look of love, mischief and desire.
Edwyn gently shook his head at her before sighing softly. "it's fine. You have nothing to apologize for. It is natural to feel the way you feel. I won't lie and pretend that I wouldn't be thinking the same things if I was in your position. " He said to her with a nod. His love for her was something that had never died, and he knew it wouldn't ever die. At her words he gave her a smirk as they both knew very well what he had in mind. Without saying anything he picked her up and brought her to the bed. He lay down on top of her and pressed his lips against her into a heated kiss.
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"Never, you've never lied." Marielle shook her head as rational thinking started to set in and sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for jumping to wild conclusions like that, my love," she caressed his face, her expression contrite. His next words comforted and reassured her even more. "I don't want to strop trying with you too and I believe in us too. I love you so much, Edwyn," she breathed, as her face shone with gratitude and adoration for her loyal husband. "Oh? And how exactly are you going to do that?" she gave a small knowing smirk as he kissed her shoulders.
"of course, I am telling you the truth. Why would I lie to you? When have I ever lied to you?" He asked her. In the years they had been married together Edwyn had never lied to her. He always told her everything as he knew trust was important in a marriage. He listened to her words and sighed softly at her. Edwyn knew very well about the rumors that were circling around them in court. He had been told many times by his advisors about taking a mistress or another wife so he could have heirs. After all he was growing old fast and had no lineage yet. But he wanted to stay loyal to her and keep trying to have children with her. At least for a few more years before he would have no choice but to find someone else. "Hey. I understand okay. I have heard what everyone is saying and people closest to me keep telling me to replace you with another woman. But I am not going to. Because I know we can have children together. I don't want to stop trying with you. And I also want to remove all your stress. " He said kissing her shoulders.
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One thing he hated the most was seeing Aleyna cry. In fact, the day he had proposed to her was the day he vow that he would never be the source of her tears of sadness. And yet here he was doing just that. Barry placed his head in his hands and groaned. "I don't know what to think anymore Aleyna. How on earth do you explain this then?? How can you say I'm the father of your child when I'm infertile??" If Barry had just taken a breather, he would have recalled that his doctor had told him that he still had a 5% chance of making a baby, but at the moment the man's head was too clouded with frustration, confusion and embarrassment. Besides, he was a man who didn't believe in miracles.
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aleyna flinched a bit when barry cried in frustration. she has never seen him like this before. so, the femme was shocked seeing his reaction to the news of her being pregnant. "you are unbelievable. how could you say that?! you know that i would never cheat on you!" aleyna exclaimed, tears forming in the corner of her eyes. how could barry accuse her such a thing? he knew that she would never do that— ever. "why didn't you tell me sooner, barry?! i would've been supportive of you no matter what! but you lied to me. so yeah the cats out of the bag." repeating the last sentence, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head slightly. "i haven't been intimate with anyone but you. i haven't even gone out. you know i work at home. so, what makes you think i cheated on you? tell me. do you truly think that lowly of me?"
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"Are you telling me the truth? There really is nothing going on between the two of you?" Marielle tried to blink her tears back as one of her slender hands reached out to touch his hand that was wiping her tears. She immediately wanted to believe him but lately it had been difficult to not feel paranoid about being replaced as queen. The rumors and gossip of the court about how she had yet to give Edwyn an heir and how he could be looking for someone else to provide him the heirs his imposing lineage demanded, was starting to get to her. "I don't mean to start sounding like a jealous wife, Edwyn..but life at court here has been a tad stressful lately," she admitted.
Edwyn looked at her in surprise for a moment before he shook his head at her. "it's nothing like that. " He said as he reached out to wipe her tears from her eyes. "Look she was being harassed by one of the men and she came to me with her problems. She knew that for a courtesan it would be almost impossible for her to reach me with a compliment again. This was her best shot. So, I was dancing with her while listening to everything she said and promising to punish the man behind this. That's all. You know I love you and I am going to till the end of my days. "
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"Jamie, this idea is insane and you know it," the ever-logical Kiera replied as she took a sip of her coffee. "There are a million ways this could go wrong but most of all, I don't feel good about lying to your parents. I love them a lot, you know." And she'd be lying if she said she didn't still have lingering feelings for Jamie but that was a door best not opened at present. Their breakup had been a little messy and Kiera wasn't ready to delve back into rehashing what exactly had happened between them. Not just yet.
open to: all!
plot:i didn’t tell my family that we broke up & they keep pressuring me to bring u home for the holidays, so can u pretend u don’t hate me & come with me ?
“C’mon I’m not saying we have to make out or anything,” Jamie defended his proposal, letting out a huff. “You know it’d break their hearts, they were telling everyone we were going to get married and everything. Just come on this vacation, get free food, pretend you don’t hate me and then we don’t have to talk about it ever again,”
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Eric was listening intently with a patient and warm smile on his face till his brain started to get a hint of the direction Gin seemed to be leading to with her words. "Wait---woah...Gin, wait, what exactly are you trying to say?" he asked tentatively. She couldn't possibly...No, he had to have misheard the last part of her sentence.
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plot: best friends sibling! because it's cute! help! she has a crush!
"I mean-- it's--" Gin bites her bottom lips and tries to funnel the torrent of words running through her mind into something comprehensible. "Nobody gets me like you--" She confesses softly, her words loud in the silence of their bedroom, she can hear their breathing too, keeping time in its own pace. "No one. And your sister she's my best friend, and I love her but it's not-- you make all of the noise up here--" she points to her head "quiet. dead, quiet. So yeah, it's a risk, sneaking up here but, it's blissful too. To feel so seen. It's...new and I can't help but want it--or you."
#pls pretend that he isn't shirtless#also very sorry this reply sucks but its been AGES since i've written and i'm trying to get back to it#convo: gin#muse : eric
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