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♔| “Funny was not my intention, I haven’t a clue what you mean Elliot Nightray. Not a clue at all~” With an exceptionally teasing tone, the woman replied. She seated across from him after he seemed settled enough and leant back, propped her elbows upon the arms of her chair and crossed her own legs in a professional, yet relaxed, manner. 

It was her estate after all, she could be as relaxed as she wished.

This guy’s tone and attitude seemed to mould into a respectable point. Leo chose to use the same approach and forced the smirk on her full, rosy lips to die out. “I suppose you’re right. No need for formalities or manners, that would get us nowhere. But I think it’s best if I chose whether you are as strict as your father. A man who proclaims himself to be innocent is usually guilty, wouldn't you agree?”

        That alone made the male snort under his breath.         A girl dressed as a man disguised an order as a         request- now he can see how it was going to be.         She was going to play around with him.

              “You’re worried about being rude, huh?                That’s funny, Lea Baskerville. Very funny.”

        As she had told him, he took a seat, smile falling         back to his original neutral frown. He crossed his         legs, leaning to support his chin with a relaxed fist,         elbow firmly placed on the arm of the seat.

              “I came here to discuss a unity of our dying                dukedoms with you, didn’t I? Being polite isn’t                necessary. I’m not half as strict as my father                was.” Not half as power hungry, he should say.

#nobleiism #It's no problem darling

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No Bake Chocolate Cheesecake (recipe in Spanish)

#Duties Of A Maid #Scars Of Her Queue

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♔| “If I were to intervene I could very well be tossed onto the streets like a dead animal!” Perhaps a little too harshly, Lea replied. The loss of Ada’s hands on her own gave a small encouragement of her usual bad temper and a boiling sensation was beginning to rise, one which she could not control under such circumstances. She was convinced in herself that this little... affair, is that truly what it was? She had been too blind by the small indications of that bitter word she had trouble with...love. Did she love Ada? Yes. It was not the same love and admiration she had for her master, oddly enough it was so much more with Ada.

“You should not be embarrassed, nor humiliated that I have stirred these feelings and that you may wish for something hopeful. I had never expected someone... someone like you to care for someone like me --” Perhaps on the outside of her words, the blonde standing before her would take that statement as noble and peasant. In truth it was something deeper than that, borderline of something...dark. “Do not act up now. You are no fool! Do you not understand my words? I would take you away from here in a blink of the eye if only it would cause no harm to you. I do not want someone like your father to found out about us. I wish to keep you safe because I love you!” 

And so she had finally said it. She only wished it had not been spoken in such terms of anger.

    “And even when a marriage were arranged for myself?” Ada felt her grasp suddenly weaken their desperate clasp upon Lea’s. She swallowed thickly, her mouth dry and throat clenching as a wave of tears urged to come forth. “You wouldn’t do anything, then? Y-you’d just let it happen?” 

    Ada nodded, prying her hands away from the touch she had been so eager to find. She held her own, arms tucking into each other as she retracted. Like a wounded animal, Ada began to dissolve into herself. “I-I should have never hoped such idiotic things. I guess this whole — affair was nothing more than the name: affair,” she almost spat. She was keen on a soft bitterness that mixed well within her words. Ada quickly aided her tears, banishing them before they smeared her cheeks. She sucked in a breath and shook her head. A sharp tremble traveled up her spine. “And here I am, a proven imbecile for believing in something so pitiful. I am embarrassed for myself.”

#whenadasmiles #Oh dear. #I suppose we knew this day would come #only I had not expected so much hurt #(which was rather foolish to hope for)

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♔| Run? Had the noblewoman's feelings truly surpassed her logical views on life? Lea had assumed this small instance of mutual affection would simply fade away in time. Her theories were proved to be wrong as these feelings happened to be grow stronger and stronger as the days passed by. So strange how the heart can rule the mind. "Miss-" biting her lip, the noir dropped her own gaze, shielding her expression more than usual. The glasses were not good enough to act as a mask. Not from the woman before her, not any more. "...Ada," a small twinge of guilt stirred in the noirette's stomach without the formality she would often use. What had her master always told her? Equals... Equality was important. She squeezed the hands in her grasp gently before stating in a soft tone, "I wish it did not have to be this way, and to flee with you would make me happier than anything ever could only... there may come a day when your Dukedom will need you, as well as an heir... and I will not be a part of that path."

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     "Couldn’t we just run away together?" her moods were more rampant, her desire — more evident. She was too far into what was considered socially taboo to no longer care about what she felt towards the former Nightray servant and companion. Her fingers lingered down Lea’s arms, searching lower and lower until she could clasp on to both hands. While her gaze hung low and her teeth grit with words that wanted to press past the barrier, it was inevitable for the other to see that the Vessalius has been upset and aching to reach a sober state. "I-I can’t stand it here anymore. I can’t stand being away from you and hiding the fact that I-I’m feeling these things I shouldn’t be feeling."

#It really is no bother #I have missed you #and I have missed our bbs #I've just been so busy lately but I really don't mind ;A; #whenadasmiles

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９０５ (by kajico**)

#Passionate Interests #Scars Of Her Queue

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♔| A Drawing room was a simple room where guests were entertained in large houses. It was similar to a lounge... why one earth it was called "drawing" room, Lea had no clue.

"It would be rude of me not to ask, wouldn't you say?" The Duchess lilted. Her hand signalled the red cloaked men behind them to fetch some tea and refreshments while they settled themselves in the large room. She looked beside her, up to Duke Nightray's face. "Please, sit."

      “What’s the point of asking if you’re just         going to take me there anyway,” he teases,        following closely behind her as she advanced        toward her “drawing” room. Whatever that was.        He’ll find out in a moment.

#nobleiism #Hehe I am glad she was missed by someone #don't worry about length of replies! #I don't mind ;A;

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Tokyo Shibuya (by linton!!)

#Passionate Interests #Scars Of Her Queue

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♔| A finger found its way to the young woman's chin as she continued to inspect the Duke further. Stupidly thinking that if she happened to stare hard enough he would perhaps become the man she had been expecting. As he turned back to face her, Lea could not allow her eyes to wander any lower than the man's chin and stared up into his overwhelming gaze.

He had nice eyes, she thought. 

The Duke's introduction threw Lea off. Was it right to make their first real conversation in front of open doors in the entrance hall? Oh, she could already tell she would enjoy mighty Elliot Nightray's company greatly. No hesitation or second thoughts, she grasped his offered hand. "As it is an honour to meet you, Elliot Nightray. I am Lea Baskerville, descendent of Oswald Baskerville." Offended? Hardly. She took pride in her position as Duchess, but her followers found it difficult to work for a woman who dressed as a man.

"Shall we go on to the Drawing room?" Releasing the man's hand, Lea was already making her way forward without confirmation from her guest. "Come, come."

        “Thank you…” The male nodded, stepping into the          Baskerville dukedom a little less confident than he          was prier to meeting eyes with the other. She couldn’t          be Duchess Baskerville. He wasn’t expecting someone..          not like her. A woman in a bulky dress, plain looking,          servants standing around her, and a stuck-up air. Not          this person. They couldn’t be—..

        “Duchess Baskerville, I’m-uh- presuming.” After examining          the room, he turned coolly in spot to lock eyes with her          again, keeping his expression stern by not letting his thoughts          overwhelm him. Still, he couldn’t get over her beautiful eyes.

        “It’s an honour to meet you at last. My name’s Elliot Nightray,          youngest son of Bernard Nightray.” Taking a step towards her,          he offered her his hand, to be on equal terms. Not many nobles          would offer a woman a hand shake. Would she be offended or..?

#nobleiism #gosh #that line was just too lea-like #i had to say it

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#wardrobe #Scars Of Her Queue

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You might be poor, your shoes might be broken, but your mind is a palace.

Frank McCourt  (via whitenes-s)

#; musings #Scars Of Her Queue

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(by life stories photography)

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♔| As it was custom to meet your guests in the Drawing room or the Lounge, Lea could not bother with the waiting nor the anticipation. The guy was right on the other side of those big, ugly doors in front of her! It was no surprise that some of the dark cloaked figures around her did not think it wise for her to stride up to the doors and pull them open herself so carelessly.

Midnight purple orbs shone with delight. The doors creaked on their hinges and she came to face the young Duke. He really was young too. Maybe somewhere around her own age. What an odd coincidence, she thought to herself.

"Duke Nightray?" The confidence she may have had earlier was drained and dull by now. All she had been expecting was some man. A full grown bloke with a stubbly chin and bad breath! Not... well, him. "...Come in."

       Elliot noticed movement in one of the nearby         windows, but couldn’t lock eyes with the person        standing in the shadows of the curtain. All he        knew was that he was being watched- for good        reason too. It wasn’t often a Duke would pay a        visit to another of their status. Though, the other        disappeared before he could focus on them.

       Without being bothered, he simply ignored it and        continued on his way. His cyan hues regarded the        doorway with determination once he arrived just        before it.

                 ”I don’t need to bother knocking                   now that this shadow person saw                   my arrival, huh. That’s good, I guess.                   One less thing I have to do today.”

#dxkenightrxy #Gosh you are right #ahhhh #perhaps we should plot that out too #or wing it? #whatever you think is best! #Oh but yes #many call him the Great Elliot Nightray #or Lea's just teasing #even in her mind

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volumes. (by stevenbley)

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♔| Lea had never enjoyed social matters. Her stubbornness was a strong element of her personality and without it she would lose followers and certainly the estate along with it. If a household could get by without the aid of allies, then she would not have written to Duke Nightray.

"I wonder what kind of man he is." Lea's comment was sharp, similar to her eyes as she stared out of the nearest window and down to the gardens where the Mighty Elliot Nightray walked along. "Cruel as the others, perhaps." 

It would appear the young woman was speaking to the air when in fact she was making conversation with herself. A habit she had picked up from those annoying whispers. Without further delay she began to walk towards the stairs and down to the front doors. The great Elliot Nightray... what kind of guy was he?

      Elliot took a single step out of his carriage,       eyes widening once his eyes captured the       image of a grand mansion- the Baskerville       estate. This was the place where he promised       to meet the new Duchess, Lea Baskerville.

      The Nightray took in the entire sight, feeling       a twinge of nervousness strike his belly before       he quickly shook it off, taking a full step towards       the house unhesitatingly. 

                “Let’s get this over with…”                  His stomach still span, despite                  the apathetic nature he seemed                  to give off. He was nervous- very                  nervous. It wasn’t everyday he                  would meet a woman…

#dxkenightrxy #I like it #*hugs*

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#manor #Scars Of Her Queue

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#After The Fall #Scars Of Her Queue