gracefallen:
he takes a moment to compose himself , not wanting to lash out at her despite the way she so freely BOSSES him around , pressing his lips together before he then heads across to the space she’s gesturing towards . “ all of them ? ” he asks as he carefully collects them within his arms , bringing the entire stack across to her regardless . “ i’m honestly not sure how much use i’ll be to you … ” he admits as his gaze seeks her again , studying her somewhat as he passes her the maps . “ i’ve never had to plan routes for ships before . ” though perhaps it wouldn’t be as DIFFICULT as he’s picturing it to be .
“ yes. all of them. ” eyes roll as she speaks, shifting to grab the relevant tools from the cabinet on the opposite wall. resting them down against the table in the centre of the room, taking the stack of maps from the other. “ you seem like someone that likes to learn, yes ? perhaps you’ll find this knowledge useful in future ? ” a brow lifts, head tilting as she studies him for a long moment before gesturing to the maps. “ we must find a new route to our destination that passes around the storm due to hit. i’d prefer to avoid a ship wreck, would you not agree ? ” a hypothetical question really, for the answer was obvious. leaning across him to unroll one of the maps, shifting her tools to rest against the corner in order to keep it down. “ you must have looked at maps before, no ? ” hint of a teasing smile lifts the corners of her lips, looking up at the other with an arched brow.
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gracefallen:
he huffs as he keeps his back turned to her , focusing himself on the bottles on the shelves , rearranging them into NEAT lines once again . “ i caught amy on her phone again when she could’ve been preparing more fruit for the evening ! ” a habit he’s never been able to understand much for himself . “ and lewis ended up taking three extra cigarette breaks earlier . it’s a wonder they haven’t been FIRED already . ”
eyes roll heavily at his explanation, one hand lifting to pinch her brow. “ that’s exactly what i’m talking about, idiot. ” harsh breath pulls from her throat, shifting to stand in his eyeline. “ you’re not a manager, stop pretending to be one. it’s annoying even me, and that is -- an achievement really. ” a brow lifts, irritated expression twisting her features. “ amy’s having some problems with her family, i think she’s allowed some time to check on them no ? and lewis doesn’t take a lunch break at the best of times so his breaks are allowed. anything else ? you know, if you have complaints you should bring them to me from now on because if you’re not careful you’re going to end up with a broken nose one of these days. and i really don’t think your pretty boy image can withstand that. ”
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I’ve been trying to prove how “lovable” I am my entire life. I thought if I impressed my father he’d want to be a better person. I thought if I cried enough to my mother she’d be more emotionally available. I thought if I made sure I gave my soul in relationships they’d love me the right way. I thought that if I gave everyone every piece of me they’d have no choice but to love me properly… yet, here I am at 21 still trying to prove to myself that I don’t need to prove I am easy to love. But I do, I have a desire to sell myself because I don’t know any other way.
How do you stop something so ingrained in you? I’ve never known a time where I wasn’t trying to convince someone that I was worthy of their love—sad part about this is I never questioned if THEY were worthy of me. I always wanted to be enough that people chose me but no one has ever been enough for me and I always choose them.
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fingers smooth through brown locks , making the finishing touches to the braided style , head tilting as she surveys her work . “ of course … ” she says GENTLY , refusing to let any of her doubt show , knowing that they must both be as confident as possible if they were to have any chance of pulling this rather reckless plan off . “ you look just like one of my handmaidens from back home . ” soft words a TRUE compliment , gentle smile gracing her features as she examines her . “ you remember our story , don’t you ? ”
eyes close at the touch to her hair, shoulders relaxing slightly for the first time in a long time. a glimmer of grief slipping across her features, remembering all the times her mother would braid her hair just as juliet was doing ( though the style was always far less intricate. ) remembering all the times she had braided luana’s hair -- taught her how to do it herself. sadness swelled within her chest at the thought of her sister, pushing the emotions down as soon as they rose, knowing they did not have time for it. “ do you think so ? ” question a weak attempt at trying to distract her own mind, eyes opening as she seemed to finish. “ that’s good. hopefully it’ll be just as believable for the royals. ” forcing a smile to her lips, nodding at her next question. “ of course. and i’ll do my best to follow your lead. i trust you, juliet. ”
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it’s far too dangerous to speak of it aloud , even if they are talking in code , but he’s so desperate to tell her that he needs to find a way . thinking for a moment , he glances to the side before looking back towards her once more , an idea finally coming to him . “ of course , your highness . ” he muses . “ perhaps i could explain it to you while we walk together ? i think i recall you mentioning needing some air just now …? ” eyes meet hers , hoping that she would understand the MEANING behind his request .
head bobs in a agreeing nod, gaze slipping to the joke of a king across the room. at times it was as though he simply forget of her existence -- until the realisation of her presence suited him of course. a smile finds it’s way to her lips as she turns back to felix. “ of course. i could certainly do with some air. ” a hand gestures for him to lead the way, ignoring the rest of the guests who might notice her absence ( though it wasn’t as though many cared for their new queen. ) “ i’m sure our king would understand ! ” dark humour lightens her gaze for only a moment before following the other from the room.
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her frustration only spurs him on , smirk widening as he takes a step back , dropping the chain back onto the floor . “ won’t that get you in trouble ? ” he muses , shifting away some more , hoping to get JUST out of her reach . “ or does your witch not care for you at all ? ” looking over her again , he imagines it’s more the latter , but he’d still prefer to hear it from her lips .
teeth grit, lip curling in a snarl as she looks him over, spine going rigid at his questions. “ i don’t give a shit about whatever trouble i might get in for it. ” words are tight, matching his steps away. nails dig against her palm as the chain pulls around her ankle, reaching the limit of the stupid thing. “ what the fuck do you think, asshole ? ” she all but growls, eyes flashing in her rage. people like him always thought they could fuck with whoever they wanted without consequence, all she wanted was to wipe that smirk from his lips. “ come closer, maybe you’ll find the answers to your questions ! ”
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“as comforting as that may be i’m afraid that might send me into a panic about all of those other times,” she muses with a laugh, hesitantly reaching out her left hand for grace to look it over. mainly because, well, she’d promised. “but i suppose it’s a little silly to be panicking over a little scrape,” she adds.
a gentle smile is given, head shaking lightly. “ it’s not silly at all. ” tone is a little stern, but only because she doesn’t want the other to worry. “ it’s actually perfectly normal. everyone has different thresholds for this kind of thing. ” looking down to the injury, fingers gentle against her skin. “ sit. let me get my kit. ” guiding her over to a seat before shifting to grab the first aid kit she kept in her kitchen. finding the wipes and plasters, giving another smile to the other. “ this might sting... ” pausing for a moment before cleaning the wound, before applying a bandaid across it. “ there. a few days and it’ll be as good as new ! but you should be careful from now on ! ”
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he swallows down his mouthful before looking back towards her , eyes wide , mouth hanging open in shock . “ i find that HIGHLY offensive ! ” he says , head shaking as he looks away from her , the grin that’s starting to slide back onto his face a telltale sign that he’s only messing around with her . “ of course i’m a believer ! i fucking love aliens . my sisters parents were aliens , you know ? ” casual question left hanging as he returns back to his FOOD , chewing away at the rest of the bar .
brows lift as he speaks, one hand lifting to cover her mouth as she laughs, shaking her head lightly. “ your sisters parents were aliens ? ” hand is kept in place to hide the grin against her lips. “ how does that work exactly ? does she have green skin and antennas ? ” she asks after swallowing her mouthful, finally dropping her hand away, though the grin remains bright against her lips. “ does that mean you’ve seen her spaceship ? ” lips press together in an attempt to hold back the laugh bubbling up her throat.
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“ if i’m being honest , i like a story with multiple endings . ”
♡ : EDMUND AINELY for @starlcved , SC .
brows lift, head tilting as she considers his words a moment. “ kind of like a choose your own adventure ? ” smirk lines her lips, shifting her gaze to study him a moment. “ i think i’d agree actually ! stories with just one ending are so boring ! ”
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words do nothing but agitate her even more , fear pushing past the grogginess that threatens to consume her as she takes another step closer , attempting to SEARCH for something she could use as a weapon . “ what the hell did you do to me ? ” words yelled she’s able with the dryness to her throat , turning as she surveys her surroundings . “ where have you even taken me ? ” afraid more than ever , not remembering a single thing about this place .
a sigh escapes her lips, concerned gaze watching the other closely. “ this is my apartment, we found you in the alley across the street. ” chin lifts as she keeps her gaze pinned upon the other, brows arching as she explains the situation. “ you were very hurt, and if you don’t sit back down you’re going to rip open those same injuries and bleed out on my couch. is that what you want ? ”
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patting him down wasn’t something she had any interest in doing, wasn’t something she was about to do, but she wasn’t about to simply take his word for it either. on the contrary, she’d keep her guard up, keep an eye on him, and make sure she knew exactly what was going on. maybe he could be trusted, but sarah wasn’t one to trust easily, so who was she to make that kind of judgement? “look, i don’t really have any opinion on you at all — but if you want to ‘help’ me, then don’t get involved. stay out of it. why would i have any reason to trust you?”
a smile lifts his lips, looking her over for a moment before tilting his head, amusement shining within his gaze. “ well it’s my stuff you’re picking through ! ” shifting away from the doorway to step into the door, keeping his distance still from the blonde. “ if you couldn’t trust me, do you not think i’d be doing everything i could to get you out of here ? ” smirk rises, turning to her with an arched brow.
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JOHNNY GREENBERG , @starlcved : 📏 for our muses to be in detention together .
↳ HARRY POTTER PROMPTS .
SCOWL IS ETCHED ONTO HER FACE AS SHE TRAVELS FURTHER INTO THE FOREST WITH HIM , the chill of the place already making its way through her clothes , though she tries her best to cover up her shivers . huffing when she hears him speak again , she casts a GLOWERING glare in his direction . “ will you shut up ? ” she snaps , words a whispered hiss from her lips as she attempts to pull her robes more TIGHTLY around her . “ you’re giving me a headache . ”
her snapped words causes him to flinch away, gaze lowering almost immediately as he swallows down the hurt plastered across his features. “ sorry... ” he mutters gently, gaze lifting just enough to watch as she pulls her robes closer, teeth digging against his lower lip as he weighs up the risk of offering his assistance. eventually he decides he cannot stand to see her shivering any longer, pulling the scarf from around his neck and offering it across to her. “ it’s not your house, i know, but it’s warm.. ” he keeps his words just above a whisper, not wanting to irritate her further, but feeling the need to still help her in some small way.
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@starlcved said : 👻 for our muses to talk to one of the hogwarts’ ghosts . from bessie // hp starters.
“ happy death day!” though the concept might’ve been odd, and they were two of the only living people in attendance, she doesn’t mind. besides, there’s plenty of refreshments just for them since they’re the only ones who can actually eat. she sets the gift she’d brought with her on the table, aware that a physical gift might be a bit impractical, but thinking it might still be meaningful all the same. the roll of parchment, neatly wrapped with a silver string, contains a compilation of stories that she’s gathered from the ghost’s life. “ i’ll read it for you later, ” she promises. turning to the gryffindor, she gestures towards the untouched punch. “ thirsty? ”
a grin lines her lips, wide gaze taking in their surroundings since they arrived -- the only two living guests that had received an invite. it was a badge of honour really, one she couldn’t wait to brag to her brother about. “ happy death day ! ” she repeats, grin only widening as she focuses her attention on the guest of honour, her own gift set beside april’s. “ basically parched ! ” though a cursory glance to the punch has her brows lifting, leaning in a little closer to other to murmur: “ is it supposed to be that colour ? ” a soft laugh following the question.
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@shesdaylight
“oh, totally. it’s like, you’re lucky if you’re actually able to keep something to yourself.” and, to her, she means being a witch. although there are a few select people in town who know of that secret, but still. so long as it isn’t town gossip, she calls it a success. “i guess that’s the thing with smaller towns. they’re great, and safe, but there’s not a lot that you can really do, you know? i guess it’s just the pros and cons,” she adds with a small shrug of her shoulders. rapunzel’s eyebrows rise, and she smiles. “oh yeah? where are you coming from? have you passed through some fun places?”
gaze studies her as she speaks, a slow smile lifting his lips as he nods. “ exactly ! though i suppose it means you make your own fun right ? where i grew up we were always up to some kind of mischief ! ” granted, that was a long time ago, and it was mostly his brothers causing trouble. “ oh i’ve been to plenty of fun places ! ” turning to face her fully, head tilting slightly as he considers her a moment. “ most of the states are far more fun than back home. ” he skips over her first question, though continues to smile. “ have you ever visited england ? ”
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just a reminder that this is an archived blog !!
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tell me, love, how are you still so soft? how are you not made of edges? how can you look at the world and still see so much good when it has done you so much wrong?
and tell me, love, what is it like to have a heart that big? do you feel the weight of it with every breath? how can your heart hold so much pain and so much love at the same time?
tell me, love, how has the world not carved you into something sharp?
— please tell me it never will // p.s.
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@gracefallen
is this a dream ? it feels like it should be ; ( since when did anything ever go this well for him ? ) but the sensation of her lips against his , the feeling of her fingers slipping into his hair , the warmth of her against him , it’s all too real — too intense — to just be something his mind has conjured . his heart is pounding so manically but he wills himself to stay in the moment , unsure of how long it’ll last , or if he’d ever get to experience it AGAIN ; moving his fingers to shift into her hair as he drags her in closer , kissing her as best he’s able while leaning across the counter . he only pulls back when he’s DESPERATE for air , and even then he’s still keeping himself as close as possible , panted breaths skimming his lips as his eyes finally open , settling back on her features , grin once again appearing on his face . “ so you do like me then ? ” he mutters quietly , a laugh soon following , fairly relieved at the prospect despite how confident he may have seemed about it all thus far . “ i was starting to worry … ”
she’s been kissed before, had kissed countless others before this, but somehow this felt different. there was a concern before now that the build up to this moment would set her expectations too high, but clearly she had no need to worry. leaning heavily over the counter as he drags her closer, fingers tightening their grip within his hair, heart hammering against her chest as her free hand lifts to cup against his cheek, only pulling away when he did, though remaining as close as she could whilst they caught their breath. a smile lifts her lips at his words, eyes opening slowly as she studies him. “ here i was thinking you were so confident... ” she teases, fingers moving lightly over his cheek, dipping her face in to steal another, breathless kiss from his lips. “ yes, i like you. ” she breathes softly, forehead settling against his own with a light laugh. “ don’t ever doubt that. ”
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