TRUTH SERUM: Do you love Florence?
the questioned still him for a moment, as he thought on all that had happened, all the anger and resentment he felt toward a certain pair of hazel orbs. there was much he felt toward the woman, where at times he thought it better if they had never known one another at all. and yet still, he knew the honest answer. “no man would turn his world upside down and spill blood for a woman he did not love.”
@florencehightower
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“I watch a lot of TV.” Sam smiled, giving a little shrug as she glanced over at Florence. “Or, well, I have a lot of TV on in the background while I’m grading projects, I should say. Most of them are shows that came out way before you were born.” A light laugh left her lips. “Actually, a good chunk probably went off the air before you were born.” She winced, putting a hand to the small of her back as if fielding a twinge of discomfort. “Hanging out with you makes me feel so old,” she teased. “Next you’ll have me explaining Blockbuster to you.”
@disastri -- prompt from here
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who: @florencehightower
where: the reach quarters of sunspear’s old palace
Why Cedric had been insistent on having their one on one meeting early this week was beyond her, though it was something she would definitely ask about - the sound of her steps bounced through the royal wing of the Reach's quarters, moving through the winding corridors toward the audience chamber. Nodding toward two familiar guards stationed on either side of the main gathering chamber of the wing, she found the room empty; typical, for him to invite her here early then be running late himself.
The Lady of the Arbor resigned herself to waiting after asking a pageboy to inform of the King of her presence, seated comfortably upon a velvet chair beside an open balcony. It was hardly any breeze, though just enough to make the sweltering heat seem bearable, even if it were just hardly; the warmer months of the Reach could reach high temperatures, and yet it was the humidity of this place that was getting to her.
The doors opened, and she let out a low breath as she stood to her feet; only for her orbs to fall upon the silhouette of the Queen. It was hard for Lucrezia to mask the obvious surprise that came with seeing her, though not before the obvious judgement that flashed in her orbs at the sight of the woman that was their Queen - it was pathetic, for she barely had taken the time to establish herself with any of her council, the people in her Court.
They were just as important as the bakers and artists and whores littering the streets of Oldtown, perhaps even more so.
“Your Grace.” Lucrezia spoke, her tone formal and yet there was an obvious sense of detachment in it, a world away from the usual casual warmth she held in her voice for those she loved, those she admired, those she wished well for. This woman? The Mistress of Whispers wished one thing for her, and that was leaving them, so they could negotiate an alliance with a Queen suited to the position.
Alas, she could pray - for some reason the woman seemed stuck to the power she seemed to detest so very much. Poor thing. Her orbs flickered behind the Queen’s figure now, looking behind her; still no view of the idiot, and this had only gotten more awkward. Thankfully, she had no reason to speak unless she was spoken to; which was all well according to her.
What would they have to talk about anyway?
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Don’t Worry Darling
Olivia Wilde. 2022
Bus Stop
2901 N Palm Canyon Dr, Palm Springs, CA 92262, USA
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⚗️ Weird science! 🧪
Was talking with @thedeafprophet and came to the conclusion that Jamie crashing Harper's lab to hang out would both definitely happen and have potentially hilarious consequences fkdvksbsmdbs
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isa: you fainted, do you remember anything?
rob: only the ambulance ride
isa: that wasn’t an ambulance, i drove you
rob: but i heard a siren?
isa: that was florence
flo: sorry i got nervous
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