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🏠 What is your favorite room of the manor?

“the room i share with eoin, but the study is nice too. it’s usually nice and quiet so i can draw a lot,” 

🎮 Name your favorite video or board game(s).

“scrabble is the best board game ever made, it’s specifically great if you do different versions of it. or strip scrabble. but i also love a good game of uno.” 

👨‍💼 What are your thoughts on Toni?

he shrugs softly, he doesn’t really like to judge anyone. “i don’t know, i haven’t really met him. it would be nice to see him around though.” 

😈 Which of the 7 sins are you?

“i don’t know, i guess when i was younger it was definitely envy, maybe sometimes still. i struggle with things, that make me envious of the rest of the world sometimes. or at least the majority.” 

💭 my muse will reveal a thought they’ve had.

“where is eoin? i miss him, i should go find him. this place is creepy a bit when i’m alone, and why am i always cold? if eoin was here i wouldn’t be cold, he’d hold my hand and i’d be warmer.” 

“love,” beck touches eoin’s arm softly, to get his attention from staring at the stars, “do you see that?” he points towards the woods. there’s a definite figure in the dark – it looks like just a shadow. he moves his both of his hands to cling to one of his husbands. there’s something about the figure that makes him nervous, he wants to get up and run the other way. but if he has eoin beside him, he knows that they can go after whoever it is. “do you think they need help?” he whispers, voice going softer. 

✍ i will write a headcanon.

he never goes anywhere without a pencil and paper, even if it’s a tiny notebook in his pocket. however, since he often time wears his hair up in a bun he does forget he put pens through his bun. 

✍ i will write a headcanon.

the sweetest tooth around, and a constant stash of candy is always with him. and chocolate. and ice cream. honestly he just loves sweet treats, and if you ever upset him ( which is so hard ) the best way to make it up is treats!! 

he looks up when he hears the bathroom door open, a faint smile playing over his lips when he lays his eyes on his husband. he still remembers the first time they made eye contact, when he saw those beautiful green eyes, they drew him in first, and then he smiled and it was all over for eoin. “i’m here, darlin’, just put the kettle on to make you a cuppa.” he crosses the room, wraps his arms around the boy. “good shower, pet?”

beck’s smile spreads wider when he sees eoin’s smile. he still can’t believe he got this lucky, that they saw each other it was instant. “oh, i have the best husband in the world,” he says it in a teasing tone, but he means it completely. he immediately tightens his arms around eoin, “good, it could’ve been better though...if i had company,” it’s not like him really, he’s never been the smoothest talker.

“Good luck,” she said with a soft laugh, “this place has shit for service.”

Sage looked at her phone as if to reaffirm her statement. There was only two bars. With a heavy sigh, she shoved her phone back in her pocket. For a moment, she assessed him. Curly brown hair and chocolate eyes to die for, This boy might as well have been a puppy. But she didn’t recognize him. So, the question was: how does he know her best friend?

“How do you know Blair?”

“hm,” he hums softly taking his phone out to see that he has no service, he pouts softly at that. weird, he looks up at her -- his bright green eyes disinterested. beck shrugs in response, he already said that he knew her from his husband and he’s not one to repeat himself. 

“babe,” beck called as he exited the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel and a bathrobe on resembling a middle aged mum ( minus the face mask ), “you here? the water pressures actually better than i thought it would be -- and here i was worried i wouldn’t have a good shower the whole stay,” he keeps talking he’s pretty sure that eoin wouldn’t go off without him. but after all the travelling he knew he needed a shower or he’d never feel settled. 

“so everyone keeps saying they’ve seen dead people, but i know for a fact that ghosts aren’t real.” nicolette reassured no one in particular as she let out a small puff of smoke despite the rules saying she isn’t allowed to do any sort of substance abuse in the manor. “all i have to say is maybe this is some sort of sick prank some diabolical person decided to pull on all of us?” @manorstart​

“well, i haven’t said that...unless i’m referencing the sixth sense,” beck said looking over at her, “though i definitely believe in ghosts, the worlds to vast to not believe in them, yeah?” he slid a hand through his messy curls, “ooo, like some prank show we never realized we signed up for and it turns out the person who lasts the longest gets prize money?” 

She was… excited? Yes, excited, when news broke about the manor being renovated, that meant more traffic in her small home town and, honestly? They needed it. Once she had unpacked all of her belongings into the staff house, she made her way toward the main. She wasn’t exactly on duty yet, though she wasn’t even sure what the schedule was. Rather, she made her way around the kitchen, her bright eyes settling on one of the guests of the manor. “The remodel is actually pretty amazing, huh?” Her tone giddy as she leaned against the island. “They tell me that from up here you can see the entirety of beaver creek, have you checked it out?”

open starter, @manorstart​

“oh...yeah,” beck nodded softly, “i haven’t really looked around too much yet. i just got here, but i’m glad you’re enjoying it.” he told her earnestly. he hadn’t even looked up before and after photos, he’d really not known anything coming in other then that his husband had asked him to be here and so, here he was. “should we take a look?” 

“Ya know,” she said, dismissively, “I’m not really in the mood to hear some psycho babble bullshit.”

Sage was on a mission. She was there to find her best friend and she would find her. But with all the whispers going around, it was hard to concentrate. Which was why when someone approached her, Sage jumped at the chance to shoot down what she didn’t want to hear.

“Look, I’m looking for my best friend, okay? Her name’s Blair. You seen her?” with that, she held up her lockscreen of her phone, which was a picture of her and Blair that last summer.

@manorstart

beck had the plan to go explore when all the sudden a phone was being shoved in his face, it had him stepping back automatically. “oh, yeah...i know blair.” he nodded softly, “i didn’t even know she was here...but she knows my husband pretty well. i could text him and ask if he’s seen her? or i have her number i could text her too?” 

what’s up my names emily, and tell your boyfriend that if he says he’s got beef that i’m a vegetarian and i aint fucking scared of him!!