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the front door opens so suddenly there was barely a moment for jane to react. per the doctor's instructions, she was resting in the sitting room curled up by the window. the warmth of the sun on her pale cheeks nearly lulled into a mid day slumber until he called out to her, " james ? " she jumps up and rushes forward to meet him halfway. taking in her husband's worried expression, panic seized her heart, his wife prayed that her pale, weakened demeanor that prompted the doctor visit was not plainly obvious.
" the — the doctor… " jane hesitates, " he — he's just an old friend of my mother's. " not untrue. " he was just visiting, that's all. " also not untrue. her hands; always soft, always a bit cold, reached for his, " james, darling. i — i'm alright. " she'll say in a reassuring whisper. " i'm so sorry if i worried you. "
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"Sweetheart?" James cried the second the door had flown open. His hat hung limply in his grip, and soon dropped to the floor.
The second he'd heard from one of the men that the doctor had been called to his house, he'd immediately felt panic seize his heart. He'd set off for home within minutes to check on his wife.
"I heard... The doctor..."
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Send 🧥 for your muse to put their jacket around my muse’s shoulders!
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ooc / mun meme. using anon or not — send me a canon character you believe i could write, and why you think i could write that muse.
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" over two and a half centuries ? " her deep brown eyes are wide and awestruck as she gazed up at him incredulously. " that's remarkable! " jane had only ever seen the four gray floral wallpapered walls of her bedroom and their home was fairly new having been built with their recent fish monger fortune. how wonderful it must be to pass down such a beautiful home through the generations. feeling her mother's disapproving eyes burn into the back of her head, her excitement is managed at once. ——- be a lady.
the pair seem to observe one another simultaneously. jane had no real expectations of her intended. the young woman hadn't met any men aside from her father, brother and the few doctors that tended to her. edward was very handsome. ( certainly more handsome than someone sickly and meek as her deserved. ) his eyes were hazel and his hair was a lighter shade than hers. he seemed to have a guard up which she supposed was to be expected between strangers.
following him into the parlor, it is only when her arm is released that the reality of her situation sets in. an uneasy pale settling onto her cheeks. this was to be her new family, her new home, her husband. jane was to be one of the ladies of a household now, no more hiding away in a sickbed. taking a deep breath, she'll look to her own brother for reassurance before stepping forward to greet the other women. the greetings are brief but still gracious and warm. jane could only hope she'd left a satisfactory first impression. an unexpected nudge from her mother nearly sends jane stumbling. introduce us! she hissed in her daughter's ear before smiling eagerly at their hosts. " oh, y — yes ! " her soft voice quivers nervously. " my mother and father, nell and william van dort. " she gestures to the short round woman and the exceptionally tall gentleman standing to her right. " and my older brother, victor van dort. " the lankly young man standing to her left.
jane's eyes narrow subtly at lady tremaine's complete dismissal of edward's sister. she shares a look with her own brother that is only discernible between the pair. along with her customary nerves, an uneasiness swams in her stomach following the interaction. there was something deeply intimidating about this lady tremaine sending a shiver down the poor girl's spine. nell van dort's boisterous laughter easily breaks through the silence, " the fanciful sort, yes ! my two are just the same. " her sentiment is emphasized with a hearty whack onto the backs of both of her thin children causing them both to wince and contort their expressions from embarrassment and pain. once their parents' occupy themselves with one another, the siblings breathe a subtle sigh of relief. ———- jane especially, the last thing a young lady needed was her loud doting mother embarrassing them in front of their intended. keeping lady tremaine in her peripheral, jane leans towards edward's sister, ella. " you were cut off. " she whispers, brows furrowing to show discreet disapproval. " it's nice to meet you as well, ella. "
Offering the girl his arm, Edward tried to keep his head high. "Thank you." He replied with a slight, but not unkind, smile; half gazing up at the building that no longer felt like home. It was more a prison ever since his father's death. "It's been in the family for over two and a half centuries."
As they led the way toward the house, Edward studied his intended out of the corner of his eye. Her hair was slightly darker than his, and her eyes were brown, as opposed to the hazel shared by himself and his sister. Jane was pretty, but unlike his father, Edward wouldn't allow himself to be taken in by honeyed words spoken from venomous lips. By the bloom of beauty that hid a serpent. She seemed timid, but it was best to err on cautious grace until masks fell. If there were any to be removed... And there usually always were in one form or another.
Once inside, he turned into the parlor before releasing her and offering places for Jane and her family to sit. The Tremaines were already there, Anastasia and Drizella whispering behind their fans while their mother sized up the new arrivals with that sickly sweet smile on her lips.
"Lady Tremaine, my late father's wife, and her daughters Anastasia and Drizella." He began before the far door opened and another figure entered and set trays of tea, biscuits, and lavender bread down before coming to stand beside him.
There weren't enough places for them all, of course. And it was made abundantly clear by Lady Tremaine who would stand.
But once his sister was beside him, offering him that trusting smile, Edward brightened a little. "And my sister, Eleanor."
"Ella is fine. It's so very nice to meet you all-" She began before their stepmother cleared her throat. And with a drop of her eyes, Ella moved forward to fill and pass out glasses.
"You'll have to forgive my stepdaughter. She's a fanciful sort. Always with her head in the clouds." Lady Tremaine said, focusing her attention on Mr. and Mrs. Van Dort, leaving Edward, Jane, and Jane's brother to themselves.
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her father always told her she had an unconscious knack for intensity. he did not mean it maliciously, if anything, it was a compliment to his daughter's deep passion for those she held dear. even so, camila was always aware of it and knew to adjust accordingly. noticing edward's body language shift subtly, the princess does just that wiping away any seriousness from her expression, " you are incredibly capable, edward. " her voice softening, " you are actually much more capable than other men with your exact position in other kingdoms. " she quipped.
" you're seeking my recommendations and input ? " hand to her chest, she'll gasp dramatically though the flattery is genuine. " oh, you do flatter me, good sir. " camila laughs for a moment before tapping her chin in thought. "may i be incredibly frank with you ? you are very handsome. ——- strikingly so. that is the first thing the courtiers you'll meet will notice and truthfully, the only thing they will care about. they will agree to just about anything you put in front of them just for the chance to see you again. " she shrugs, " like i said, you are incredibly capable. you'll do great. "
"Of course." Edward replied, straightening his back a little, even as a bit of worry crept into his eyes.
He wasn't a fool. He hadn't needed warnings from Camila, or Frederick, or Rosamund, to let him know that they were still in a delicate situation. Kit and Ella both had been betrayed enough. He wasn't about to bring them further harm.
Though, admittedly, the warnings had been redundant. He and Ella were automatically seen as weak, simply because they came from the common folk. There had been plenty of whispers that neither he nor his sister deserved or could uphold the positions given to them. And he was working just as hard as the new queen to prove the naysayers wrong. But still, trying to learn all these new ways of life, prove themselves to those who didn't support them, and still do the best they could for people who were struggling was a hard tightrope to balance.
"If you've any recommendations, or input, I'm all ears. Trade, I can understand. Courtiers, I'm only starting to learn."
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although she always remained poised and coy with her emotions, camila was routinely flattered whenever her brother ( and before his death, her father ) would come to her seeking advice. though, as the king's unique problem revealed itself, the princess found herself at a bit of a loss, " well… " she begins carefully. treason, marriage, the law: all delicate things. best to tread lightly. " to start, showing restraint does not make you weak. neither does taking your wife's feelings into consideration. " she'll pause, beginning to pace slowly furrowing her brow in genuine thought before continuing. " you could always exile them. far enough away that they are not an immediate threat to her or the kingdom but close enough that you can keep an eye on them to make sure they cause no further harm. "
Open to Ella, family, or court members
"She wants me to spare them. To show mercy. But how am I to forgive treason? I don't want to let her down, but this is a matter of security. And the law says I'm to put them to death. So do I appear as a weak king and let them live, or let her hate me for doing my duty?"
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for just a moment, she'll stand frozen with indecision. despite being thoroughly startled and overwhelmed, she'll slowly turn back to him. a quiet breath whistles past dry lips whilst arms circle around her thin frame in an attempt to soothe her frightened trembling. " monsieur, i—- " how could she possibly be of any use to him? after all, she knew very little of life beyond this place and she knew nothing of this alleged beast. “ i — i c-can’t—-i d — don’t… ” juliet felt herself shrink beneath his observant gaze causing her to avert her timid gaze. the quivering young woman couldn’t imagine what she must have looked like to him. she hadn’t so much as glanced at her own reflection in days or perhaps weeks ? maybe even years.
" i am not his prisoner. i am not anyone's prisoner. " a firm response in her hauntingly soft quivering voice, " i — i live—- i lived here with my family. " her lip began to wobble at the correction, " but they are all gone now. and i cannot leave this place. " her wide sunken eyes swimming with tears. " i — i would not leave this place. " the young woman had already resigned herself to this life of loneliness, fated to waste away hidden behind these castle walls. " y — you should go and find your friend, monsieur. " juliet barely reacts as a single tear rolls down a pale cheek, her heart breaking at having to let this stranger go. " i wish i could help you. "
"Wait!" He cried out desperately, almost stepping forward again, but holding himself back. "Please..."
The poor thing was clearly frightened. He didn't want to startle her more. Even if his head was reeling from everything he'd heard today. None of it made sense, and he needed to understand so that he could properly protect both Belle and this frightened waif.
Even by her own words, she was trapped here. A prisoner, just like Belle. Even if she didn't know of the beast, it didn't make him any less guilty for her state. She was so thin her dress nearly drowned her in the gold of the fabric. Her eyes looked almost like saucers, they were so sunken. Her skin nearly glowed in the darkness... Dom could no more leave her here to suffer than he could his friend. If he played his cards right, and had a bit of luck on his side, he could get them both out of here and back to their families.
"Monsieur Sauveterre said that the beast told him he was the master of the castle. If the creature didn't trap you here, then how did you come to be his prisoner too, mademoiselle?"
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" i should be repaying you somehow if this is your job. " juliet laughs, curling up in the blanket he'd just placed over her shoulders. even before they were married, dominic always knew just the right thing to say to make her blush and melt. his wife's odd colored hues suddenly fill with tears, finding herself unexpectedly choked up by his sentiment. he had kept that promise, more than anyone had ever kept a promise to her. " thank you for taking care of me. " she whispered, sniffling quietly as she rested her head on his shoulder, " i love you, i love you very much. "
@encntada sent : “You always do that. You always warm me up.”
Smirking as he wrapped the blanket securely around his wife, Dominic kissed her hair. "It's my job." He replied with a wink. "I told you when I found you in the stable that you'd want for nothing here. And I intend to keep that promise."
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" oh, no. you don't have to apologize to me. " her words are spoken just above a whisper both hesitant to disturb him further and to speak too loudly into the quiet of such a late hour. " i just wanted to make sure that you were alright. " jane lingers in the doorway for a moment. the expression in her brown eyes softening as she watched him, she couldn't quite imagine just how much her husband must've been responsible for. between all of the duties of maintaining the house and the trade that kept him in his study at all hours and on weeks long trips, jane often wondered how he kept it all straight ( and if there was any way for her to help. )
exhaling gently, the young wife steps into her husband's study before closing the door behind her. venturing out of the doorway, she sat down beside him, wrapping herself around his arm. " i don't mind waiting a bit longer for you. i won't get much sleep without you there, anyway. " she rests her chin on his shoulder, "how — how long is your trip ? "
@encntada sent : “You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”
Sighing heavily and rubbing his eyes, Edward laid down his pen and turned to offer his wife a weary smile. The hour was so late it was almost early, and he certainly felt it.
Was this how it had been for his father in the last year of his life? True, Edward had no children. But he still has his wife and his sister to provide for. And unfortunately, the Tremaines' debts to pay. As much as he wanted to stay home and ensure that Jane and Ella weren't bothered, he needed to work, or they'd lose everything.
"I'm sorry, Jane. There's some things I had to finalize before the trip. I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. Go back to sleep. I'll be up soon."
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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡
For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another list of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!
Disclaimer: this is not my compilation; sentence starters were initially made up by @belladoesrpmeme and @writerwhofears; I merely combined two parts of this meme into one for convenience.
“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”
“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”
“You asleep?”
“I like this, being so close to you.”
“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”
“You’re so, so, so pretty.”
“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”
“You make my heart beat so quick.”
“You always know how to make me smile.”
“You’ll always be safe with me.”
[kisses the other on the cheek]
“Always.”
“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”
“All my choices lead me to you.”
“I’ll never give you up.”
“I sleep better if you’re around.”
“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”
“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”
“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”
“I trust you.”
[holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]
“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”
“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”
“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”
“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”
“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”
“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”
[puts head on the other’s shoulder]
“I will never let you go.”
“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”
“You wrote me a song?”
“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”
[suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]
[extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]
“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”
“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”
“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”
“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”
“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”
“You’re cold. Come here.”
“You always do that. You always warm me up.”
“Stay.”
“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”
[hugs for a very long time]
[puts feet on the other’s lap]
“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”
“I love you.”
“If anything happened to you— I couldn’t...”
“Promise me. Promise me you’ll stay.”
“Tell me what happened.”
“You’re not breathing. Breathe.”
“I’ve got you.”
“You’re safe with me, now.”
“I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“No matter what, I will always come after you.”
“Take my hand— and stay close.”
“You’re shaking. Here, come closer.”
“Sorry, when I didn’t didn’t see you, I got worried.”
[hears crying]
“You look exhausted. Come here.”
“Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.”
[touches forehead] “You’re burning up!”
“Are you sure you’ll be alright?”
“You always do that. Pull away when I get close. What are you afraid of?”
“For once, will you just look at me?”
“I can’t stay here with you— I just, when I’m around you, I can’t think. You make me dizzy... you make me weak.”
[traces fingers over scars, sitting in the firelight, watching the flames jump and bend to the music of the wind]
“I’ve never noticed this scar before.”
“When you touch me, it’s like I can’t breathe.”
“I just love being near you.”
“Wait! Please— I’m sorry, just— wait.”
“There’s something about you that makes me smile.”
“I’ve never felt like this before. It only happens when I’m with you.”
“Here. Sit next to me.”
“Where are you goin? I saved you a spot.”
“Are you feeling okay? Your face is looking a little red.”
[leaning close, knees almost touching]
“Hey, you’ve got something on your face. Here, hold still... ”
“Will you stay with me? Tonight? I just— I’d feel better knowing you’re near.”
“I’ve never felt weak. Until I met you.”
“Here, take my hand— don’t look.”
“I’ve got you... just breathe, okay? I know it hurts. We’re almost done.”
“If you go, I go too.”
[catching the other staring when they think they’re not looking]
“I’ll never get over hearing you say my name.”
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
[takes hand, puts it over heart] “This is what I feel when I’m with you. And I’m powerless to stop it.”
“Just hearing the sound of your voice is enough to make me smile.”
“Never will they hurt you. As long as I’m alive.”
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to scream— stop smiling, I mean it!”
“Please. Just let me hold you.”
“I never thought I could miss a person as much as I’ve missed you.”
“You make me ache in ways I never felt possible.”
“You don’t get it do you? How can you be so blind! Don’t you understand how much I care about you?”
[grabbing wrist, pulling person behind them, sensing danger]
[wiping tears from the others face]
[that one hand squeeze just before letting go]
“Stay still. You’ve been wounded.”
“Never. Never will I stop loving you.”
“My gut does the weirdest things around you— acrobatic things.”
“You look pale. Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
“When’s the last time you ate?”
“I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What’s wrong? Is there something on my face?”
“I can’t stand the thought of seeing you hurt.”
“This is nice. You and me. Against the world.”
“I choose you— can’t you see? I will always choose you.”
[pulls head on lap, running fingers through hair]
“Relax. I’m here now.”
“Till death do us part. And forever until the end of eternity.”
“Do you mind if I come in?”
“If it weren’t for you, I may have lived my whole life thinking I was happy. But now I know the truth.”
“Wake up. Come on, there’s something I want to show you.”
“Talk to me... I’m worried.”
“Wait, are those-? Are those bruises?”
[pulling other person close, feeling them breathe a sigh of relief]
“You’ve done the unthinkable, you know. You’ve made me fall in love.”
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RANDOM INJURY CARETAKING STARTERS
“You’re cold, come here.”
“Breathe, breathe, it’s gonna be okay.”
“Hey, I’ve got you. You’re okay, I’ve got you.”
“Shh, shh, it’s alright. It’s okay.”
“I’m right here. I’m not leaving you, alright?”
“Look at me.”
“You’re hurt, you need to sit down.”
“You’re bleeding.”
“It’s just a flesh wound.”
“I’m fine, stop worrying so much.”
“You need to rest.”
“I’ll rest when I’m dead. Let’s go.”
“Hey, stay with me.”
“Woah, steady.”
“You’re shaking.”
“I can hear your heartbeat from here.”
“I can feel your heartbeat.”
“Count to ten for me, and then backwards to one.”
“Can you hear me?”
“Just focus on my heartbeat, okay?”
“Nothing is gonna hurt you now.”
“Let me take a look at that wound.”
“Take a few deep breaths, it’ll help lower your heart rate and calm your body down a bit.”
“Match your breathing with mine. You can do it.”
“You’re hurt, I’m not leaving you.”
“Just leave me.”
“I’ll be okay, just go.”
“Your heartbeat is so loud.”
“Can you just…hold me?”
“I won’t let go.”
“I know you’re scared, but you’re gonna have to let me go so I can stop you from bleeding out.”
“You’re not dying. I’m not gonna let you.”
“Am I gonna die?”
“I’m so tired…”
“Can I…just…”
“No, no! Open your eyes!”
“Oh thank god, you’re okay.”
“What happened?”
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getting really into booping in the 11th hour
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she could not recall her last instance of sleeping so soundly or being awoken so pleasantly. the young bride's heart was full and all a flutter. blinking into the morning sun, her heart nearly burst at the sight of dominic laying beside her with that wonderful smile on his beautiful face. " good morning, monsieur. " juliet yawns lifting her head ever so slightly from the pillow to meet his eyes.
she is the very definition of a blushing bride; a rosy hue blossoms beneath her freckles as she gazed upon him so affectionately. " oh, i — i slept alright. " there is a shyness in her tone as she becomes acutely aware how deeply she was blushing. " did you sleep well ? " attempting to hide beneath the sheets, she'll say; " i — i hope you were not waiting too long for me to wake up. "
@encntada sent : TENDER: receiver wakes up to sender caressing them gently; a hand carding through their hair, brushing hair off their forehead, a hand on their cheek, a thumb swiping under their eye. (+REVERSE)
He'd long since lost track of the time, and couldn't say with any measure of certainty how long he'd laid there, watching his bride sleep. Dom's heart had never felt so full. And he couldn't stop himself from reaching out to brush her hair away from her shoulder.
When Juliet began to stir, however, he just chuckled to himself and leaned over to press a kiss to her face. "Well, good morning Madame. How did you sleep?"
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each day without her father proved to be nothing but misery. banished to the attic, forced to do the work of an entire domestic staff all on her own, berated and abused by her step family and drastically underfed. her childhood home once full of love and joy had become nothing more than a venue of suffering. and poor ella was not sure how much more she could take. you must always have courage and be kind. her mother's voice becoming fainter and fainter in her battered subconscious.
even as he reached for her hand, ella could not bring herself to meet his eyes as hers still glistened with the tears she so desperately wished to shed. " there's nothing left. " her voice breaks. still withholding her gaze, the poor girl felt nothing but shame and defeat. she was a worthless, unloved pile of cinders. she was not courageous or kind like her mother had said. she was not herself anymore. " they don't —— they don't call me ella anymore. " she shook her head before pulling her hand away from his. " i — i'm sorry. i am v-very sorry, dominic. i know —- i know that you expect more from me but ——-" tears are quickly wiped away before they reach her cheeks, " this is all i am able to be. "
@encntada : Dominic & Ella
Rubbing his lips together briefly, Dom reached out and took her hand softly in his; entwining his fingers with hers. Silently, he allowed his thumb to trace gentle lines across hers.
They had all but destroyed her... The vibrancy he knew when he'd first arrived was seemingly buried deep under fear and doubt. And it broke him to see. No one deserved to be burnt to a cinder like this. No one, least of all her.
And if he had any say in it, they would never darken her life again.
"Don't. Don't let them steal your shine, Ella. Don't let them crush and destroy everything that your father loved about you. That your friends love about you. That I love."
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the last of the van dorts to emerge from the carriage is the bride to be. ( her mother, nell van dort's, idea; to build the proper anticipation ! she had explained as they piled into the carriage that morning ) before jane could release the footman's hand, her mother has yanked the young girl towards her doing the quick business of smoothing out her dress and hair and whisper-yelling last minute instructions ——- smile! don't fidget too much! remember to speak up! there's even a last second slap to the forehead to check for a fever before sending her toward her betrothed with mother, father and brother following closely behind.
" hello. " she'll return the greeting in floaty, quiet tone. " your house is beautiful. " deep brown eyes peer into his for a moment studying her husband-to-be with a gentle curiosity. soon, shyness prevails and her gaze is averted. the young woman had no real expectation for her husband-to-be. of course, she'd hoped he was kind and respectful ——- and she certainly would not be upset if he were handsome. she didn't want to make any assumptions, having only known him a moment, but it seemed to her that he ——- edward, had all of these attributes. jane nods, noting the correction in title with a polite curtsey. to which her mother nudges her wearing an eager grin. in the seemingly endless one sided conversation on the way over, her mother noted just how lucky she was to be marrying a viscount. that's close to royalty, you know ? we're essentially royalty now ! she blabbered on. his title mattered very little to jane evidenced by how her mother's words faded into dull noise as she gazed out the window at a world she barely knew.
" oh yes, this is a very lovely area to travel through. " she responds before following him inside with the rest of her family in tow. crossing the threshold, the girl suddenly remembers. " —— jane. " she hadn't introduced herself. she reaches out timidly to touch his arm, speaking softly for only him to hear, " my name is jane. "
@encntada : Edward & Jane
Waiting at the front door while the carriage pulled up to the house, Edward folded his arms behind his back and took a deep breath.
For Ella, he reminded himself. He was doing this all for her. To give her a chance at a better life. To try and ease her burdens and sufferings. Even if he dreaded sharing his father's fate and mourned the loss of his right to choose. His father's second wife had left him no choice. It was see this marriage through, play his part, or he and Ella would be thrown out onto the streets and their family estate sold out from under him.
For Ella... As his life had been since he was 14... The carriage stopped and as he stepped forward, a footman descended and opened the door to help the Van Dorts out.
"Hello. Welcome. I'm Edward Ledoux." He began with a timid sort of formality, before he remembered. "I mean, Viscount. Viscount Ledoux. I'm sure you've had an exciting journey. Please, come in. We've tea and treats ready in the parlor."
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@denouemente said, [ 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 ] : sender and receiver are finally about to kiss, but are interrupted. also peter and juliet hehe
his breath tickles her lips. the tips of their noses mere inches from touching. her heart beat so quickly and loudly in her ears she feared he could hear it too. she could smell him with each tense inhale. to her, he smelled like love and happiness and stolen moments ——- just like this one. they lean so slowly toward one another it is almost as if they weren't moving at all. hands slide over the soft sheets atop her bed until their fingertips touch. eyes flutter closed and just as lips touch… KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK ! ' juliet ! are you in there ? ' the voice of one of her handmaidens ringing out from behind the closed door. juliet jumps so hard at the sudden sound she nearly hit the ceiling. " j — just a second ! " shooting him an apologetic look, she'll scurry towards the door. a quick hushed conversation with the woman behind the door before it is closed again. a deep mortified blush painted across freckled cheeks, " i — i'm sorry. my — my brother wishes to see me. "
𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝. / currently accepting !
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" really ? —— ten years? " a bittersweet feeling envelopes her heart at the thought of the market. sweet are the memories of tagging along with her mother and father or the ladies of the household as a child. bitter are the memories are trudging there all alone, her weak arms and starving body struggling to carry what little goods they could afford or the heavy gaudy dresses lady tremaine had splurged on for the ball. even with her varied memories, ella did miss the market. the people, the sights, the smells. most of all, she missed the freedom of going. even under strict direction of lady tremaine, going to market felt like an escape. suddenly, " we should go ! you and i. let the ladies in the kitchen have an afternoon off, we can do the shopping ourselves. "
@encntada : Rosamund & Ella
"You know," Rosamund began with a sheepish giggle as she glanced over at the queen. "It's been at least ten years since I've gone into the market to buy groceries myself. I've really only come down with Mummy when we need to order something from the seamstress or the milliner."
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