#𝐞𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐟 ━━ ˟ ⊰ starters .
❝ 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧ʻ𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 , 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 ? ❞ 𝐬𝐡𝐞 asks , tilting the rim of her glass in the direction of their conversing husbands . the two of them were birds of a feather in that sense . husbands that styled themselves into men of importance . husbands that liked to play with fire . husbands who were always bound to pay the price for it eventually . it was the thing she LIKED so much about narcissa . they were married to men who were cut from the same cloth and the two of them were just the right side of steel enough to love them for it . ❝ they wouldnʻt necessarily be wrong , i think . ❞ she says , lips curling around the rim of her glass as she took a sip , eyes on the other women the entire time . the smile that she allows to spread over her cheeks holds the slight sharpness of flirtation . ❝ you know what they say though , right ? that bit about behind every great man . . . ❞ dark eyes track a slow rove up and down the blonde beside her . ❝ . . . great women . ❞
【 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 ( @toujovrspurs ) 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 : ❝ men like that believe that world revolves around them . ❞ 】
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𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 corner of her eye and eulalia did not bother to hide the smile pulling at her cheeks , head tilted just so to best suit the angle of the shot . with her overly large cable - knit sweater layered over jeans perfectly set over the backdrop of the pumpkin patch , she was the picture of casualty , the perfect set piece for the day’s events ( and she could already see the images splayed across newspaper articles — the minister and his wife : they’re just like everyone else . not exactly front page news , but the society pages were nothing to sneer at . ) she drifted along the pathways , nudging slightly at the prospective pumpkins she happened across . ❝ did you know there was a trick to all of this ? ❞ she asked , eyes alighting on whoever had walked up , friendliness written in every inch of her countenance . ❝ i’d call myself an expert at picking the perfect pumpkin , if i do say so myself . ❞
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𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 , disappearing quickly enough behind a blithe smile that it is barely noticeable , and a head popping in through the door . this is only a minor suspicious , more of an assurance of what she already knows than any sort of accusation . a verbal denial would be nice , nonetheless . ❝ amour , i had a quick question , ❞ eulalia says in a mild voice that gives away nothing as she slips fully into the study . her eyes alight on her husbandʻs rumpled form , drinking in the slight disheveledness only ever found within the walls of their home ; it gives her pause , briefly , before she perches herself on the edge of his desk to gently brush her fingers against his temple . ❝ did you happen to KNOW the late miss strout ? ❞ an innocuous enough inquiry with an underlying question beneath . not that eulalia would be upset , per se . it just seemed a bit . . . gauche . ❝ just wondering . though i suppose i should have asked before i handed out candles at her vigil . . . ❞
【 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐟 ( @dolors ) 】
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❝ 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 , 𝐧𝐨 . ❞ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 is flippant , airy , as eulalia fails to even lift her head as she answers . she flips absently through the morning prophet , more focused on the economies than the actual conversation taking place . ❝ much easier to let someone else do the dirty work . ❞ murder was not her PREFERRED format anyways . eulalia was more likely to orchestrate someoneʻs fall from grace , a complicated song and dance of whispers and well-placed rumors that kept her hands relatively clean . much more satisfying to watch someone struggle through the aftermath of it all . for her husband , however ? she fixed her eyes on him and arched an inquisitive brow from over the top of her paper . ❝ iʻm sure i could figure something out if you need me to . ❞
【 @dolors said: ❝ do you know how to dispose of a body ? ❞ 】
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