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#𝐞𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐟  ━━ ˟ ⊰  starters .
karkarofftms · 1 year
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              ❝   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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karkarofftms · 3 years
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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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karkarofftms · 3 years
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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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karkarofftms · 3 years
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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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