holla @ everyone. changed the url
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LIAR! LIAR!
Pants On F I R E
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cerulean hues stared at the form reflected in front of them.
she felt odd. from living in the forests of france to this urban
life of fast-paced america, almost a century later. it was
like a different odd. she felt old, extremely so, but her well-
preserved form told another story. a young voice called to
her, making her and her reflection of a companion jump.
“ YES! i’m in here, in the bedroom! “
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okayoaky but a plot where it’s 1939-ish (maybe a little later idk) and she’s running from the Nazis in France like in Defiance (that took place in Poland ik) ???? Or not. You know
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He kept his ARM laced through HERS as he SHOWED her the MANY rooms in the HOUSE. they had their OWN library, the BALLROOM they had had the WEDDING reception IN, several BEDROOMS, & more ODDS & ends rooms than he COULD name. ❛ALL the rooms? WELL that would BE ambitious, wife.❜ he TEASED her, a HINT of a smile SPREADING across his LIPS, ❛but if THAT is what you WANT, we CAN try.❜ he contiued to SHOW her the PLACE, nodding. ❛you can PICK any room you WANT to begin DESIGNING the nursery.❜ he TOLD her, knowing she WOULD be with CHILD soon.
She was glad to see him teasing her in return. Chuckling, Adaline patted his arm happily and shook her head. “Of course.” She repeated. “We can try.” Azure orbs took note of the decor as they walked on. Honestly, she didn’t know the first thing there was to know about decorating. How on earth was she supposed to design a nursery? She sighed. “A room that always catches the most sun perhaps one towards the front of the manor, towards the east?” Brows raised, head turning as to ask for his input. But before he could respond, another thought trickled into her mind. "What do you hope to have?" The answer would've been obvious but, as always, her curiosity got ahead of herself. "A son or a daughter? Many sons or many daughters? A healthy mixture of both?"
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staff fucked up sentence starters.
❝ This is bullshit! ❞
❝ I’m fucking done. ❞
❝ What is this? ❞
❝ Ready to take a shot? ❞
❝ Fuck it all! ❞
❝ How am I supposed to get shit done? ❞
❝ Can you just stop? ❞
❝ Goodbye, i’m not coming back until you fix this.❞
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i hAVEN’T GOTTEN IT YET
damn I get to come home to the tumblr update lIKE NOO
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She glanced at his arm, gingerly and loosely wrapping her own arm around it. A silly grin floated on her lips at his warning. The hand of her opposite arm rested on his shoulder, a very bold move on her part. “It’s quite large,” she noted, trying to find a way to strike up a conversation. “I hope you don’t plan on filling all the rooms.” She joked. To imagine having that many children, just the thought, frightened her. Who knows? Maybe she wasn’t even able to have children. That thought frightened her as well. She was always frightened. Always.
Her request WAS not at ALL unreasonable, seen as SHE lived here AS well & this was NOW their HOME. it was the LEAST tedious of ANYTHING that she COULD have asked of HIM & he kept his FACE unreadable as he OFFERED her his ARM, ❛as you WISH. i warn YOU it is RATHER large.❜ he would KNOW he had spent his CHILDHOOD roaming this HOUSE, it used to be THE family summer HOME, but now it WAS theirs. he began to GUIDE her through the HALLS, deciding to TAKE care of the INSIDE first.
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Brows raised at his supposing, lips pursing in thought. “I get to decide?” She countered, stepping from him to look out the grand window. The snowy scene below her had her swooning, the blanket of white adorning as far as she could see. Black branches were topped with white and bushes were bare. This entire cold, winter was, oddly, warming to her. “Since it is up to me, I’d like you to give me a tour of the estate.” She dropped her hands at her sides in finality, turning to look towards him.
A tad bit of SARCASM was dripping THROUGH his words, it was APPARENT, but at the SAME time he KEPT a stoic look on HIS face. he DIDN’T want her to KNOW any of his EMOTIONS & he could tell that SHE didn’t HOLD any of her OWN, at least NOT on the surface. ❛well THEN, i suppose YOU get to DECIDE what we DO today, wife.❜ he SPOKE slowly, his ARMS still at his SIDES as he looked at HER. he FIGURED he couldn’t AVOID her forever EVEN if he wanted TO.
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fingers trailed along his cheekbones, wrinkling her
cute little nose and biting her lower lip as he rolled
his eyes. silly man. pushing past her own, slightly
rational fears, she was extremely excited to become
a mother. Especially the mother of the child of the
man who had heavily resisted her advances to thank
him for saving her life. ada was able to see this man’s
heart open and accept her. that was the second great-
est gift he could give her. she bounced on her tippy-
toes, watching the shock of it fog over his features.
“you could be a daddy and i could be a mommy!”
“you have a very cute nose.” he confirmed, chuckling softly.
he never was this affectionate, but she was adorable and
this was a moment worth celebrating. he kissed her back
and that too deeply as he pulled her closer. “YEAH, yeah,
MIGHT.” he said with a roll of his eyes. while the whole
idea of being a father scared the shit out of him, he was
more excited than he could ever describe. “you could have
a baby in you.” he was saying this as if he was just realizing
it. “SHIT. wow, shit.” he was just realizing it.
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She placed her fingers on her lips, stopping the laugh that would’ve stifled from her mouth. It was oddly amusing to hear that statement flutter from his lips. Nothing but the BEST for MY WIFE. A smile continued to sit on her lips as her gazed moved from the adorned walls to the carpeted floor. “Indeed, I have eaten.” She lied, lifting her head and gazing into his deep-set eyes. Apathy seeped out of her like puss from an infected wound. It really couldn’t be missed.
He could SEE the way she WAS admiring THINGS that hung UP on the walls. the TAPESTRIES, & PORTRAITS that he KNEW they would HAVE to pose for AT some POINT. his PARENTS would insist UPON it. he KEPT his arms AT his sides, & tilted his HEAD to the side. ❛of COURSE, nothing but the BEST for my WIFE.❜ he SPOKE in a still QUITE unreadable TONE, & stepped FORWARD until he was standing BESIDE her. ❛you HAVE eaten i PRESUME?❜ he questioned her, KNOWING that the SERVANTS had done as HE requested. though he didn’t KNOW she had REFUSED the food.
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Her mind had traveled elsewhere as her feet led her throughout the various entryways and rooms. It got lost, peculiarly, on that poor young man servant that her husband had seemingly always had him by his side. A good soul, she mused simply, hand lightly touching an old tapestry. Adaline jumped at his words, but only slightly, gaze never turning from the tapestry. “It’s all quite regal.” Was all she muttered, feet leading her deeper into the room. It was similar to the one she had slept in the other night with slightly different furnishings. She kept this in mind as she slipped past him and out of the room.
It was NEARLY an hour BEFORE he decided that he had THROUGHLY had it WITH reading the PAPER. he had NEVER been one to ENJOY such a BORING life & he sighed AS he stood up. HE knew that he was EXPECTED to spend the DAY with her, & so now that HIS hands had CEASED their SHAKING he could FINALLY do just THAT. he MADE his way through the HOUSE, & stopped when he SAW her observing ONE of the many ROOMS in the house THEY now SHARED. ❛you LIKE it?❜ he MANAGED to say, keeping his TONE unreadable as well as HIS face. he REALIZED that all EMOTIONS he had to KEEP hidden FROM her at this POINT, lest they be USED against him.
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She couldn’t lay there forever. The ceiling was playing games with her, or so she thought. Sitting up, she held her head in her hands and sighed heavily. Would this be her existence from then on? Was this what it was like to be APATHETIC? She groaned, keen eyes watching as servants offered her breakfast. A single wave of her hand waived them off, a simple explanation of “I’ve simply lost my appetite.” fluttering from her lips. A few minutes after they relieved themselves from her presence, she slipped out of the room and into the great hall, observing its decor. This was her home now and she was set on knowing it like the back of her hand. Her mind gratefully dismissed last night’s and that morning’s events. The past is the past.
He wasn’t SATISFIED until he had MADE it to the OTHER end of their HOUSE. he sent his SERVANTS to bring her FOOD, whilst he MADE sure to keep CONNOR away from HER. he could SEE the way the BOY lit up when he was AROUND her, & he wanted NEITHER of them to GET any ideas. if HE was miserable, then SO would she BE. he sat down TO read the NEWSPAPER on his CHAIR in the DRAWING room, trying to CALM his shaking hands. he was TREMBLING from what she had SAID & he wasn’t ABOUT to let his WEAKNESSES be shown to HER. he had to COMPOSE himself, before he was FORCED to spend the REMAINDER of the day WITH her.
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Arms freed themselves from his grasp, pulling herself away from him. She stood gladly on her own, knowing that he would never ask to lean on her so she, from then on, would never ask to lean on him. Cerulean hues cast themselves on him as he snarled and growled his threats, mind muffling them into simple harmonious beats. As he stormed out, she folded her gloved hands together and laid down on the bed. He viewed this marriage as a partnership and she, a union of love. But he was unwilling to cooperate so she would oblige to his demands. A partnership it would be then. She sighed and cast her gaze onto the grooves of the ceiling.
When she STARTED to make ASSUMPTIONS about hims WAS around the TIME that he LOST it. his ARMS forced her INTO a standing POSITION & whether she was READY to, or NOT he forced her TO stand on her OWN. without his SUPPORT. ❛now YOU listen HERE!❜ he snarled AT her, READY to strike AGAIN, ❛you EVER talk about ME, or TO me like that AGAIN, & i will FOLLOW through on YESTERDAY’S promise! i took PITY on you, but i won’t MAKE such a MISTAKE again.❜ she was RIGHT, but he would NEVER admit it. NOT to the likes of HER. she was BENEATH him. she wasn’t HIS equal, & as much as SHE seemed to THINK she was, that WOULD never CHANGE. ❛i don’t WANT your LOVE, & i don’t NEED it. you can HATE me all you WANT, but keep it TO yourself! UNDERSTAND?!❜ & with that he TOOK his LEAVE, scurrying from THE room to get as FAR from her as he COULD.
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perhaps she was lying. perhaps she was not. even she didn’t
know what she was saying, that is, until they spoke of the
POSSIBILITY of them being parents. a smile graced her lips,
happy knowing that they both had the same views about this
whole ordeal. she wrinkled her nose as he kissed it, suppress-
ing a giggle but not a smile. “my nose is cute?” she asked,
allowing her fingers to run along his bottom lip before kissing
it gently. “MIGHT.” was all she said, canting her head and
looking up at him.
he watched her as she talked, trying to see if she was being
genuine. it would be awful if she LIED to him simply to please
him. that’s not what he wanted this relationship to be, ever. he
bit down on his lower lip softly, a hand going up to the hands
that held his face. “o-okay. cause i do TOO.” he said with a
soft smile, sighing. he couldn’t help but laugh softly, scrunching
his nose. “and your sense of humor and your cute nose.” he
added, quickly placing a kiss to her nose before smiling wide.
“we might be PARENTS. d a m n.” he laughed almost nervously,
it just being a wild thought.
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Liv Tyler
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Anyone want to plot? If not, I’ll scoodle the boodle to my other blogs.
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