recycling bin

just-a makin’ our way down the alphabet, are we?

e: @earthlingwrites, @els-rpideas, @eluciens, @evaduartes, @elizwrites, @emilyofrph (oops, more than 5 again)

f: @fairytellings, @flcurishandblctts, @fleurdelecours, @firewhiskeywrites, @feralshadows

g:  @greghuose, @grynffidor, @genrps, @gunseys, @grouchywrites

h: @hogsmcadc, @hannamarnin, @haileesofrph, @halcyonwrites, @headgirlwrites

i: @impierio, @iowrites, @iphigeniarp, @isaacofrps, @itiscoldhearted

BUT EVEN THE SAME CHARACTERS CAN START TO PLAY NEW POWER GAMES —

                Crystal chandeliers drip precariously from gilded ceilings, and over the din of the mighty Elite of New York’s high society, champagne pops. Crimson painted lips pull wide over picture perfect smiles, bouts of laughter match the bubbles in the translucent liquid filling their flutes; it’s a picture of old-world quaintness and picturesque innocence, at least to one who hasn’t been trained to detect the sinister glimmers behind wide eyes.

                 Pretentious, ostentatious, supercilious - these are the Kings and Queens who reign supreme, offspring of New York’s beloved actors, crooked Senators and smarmy CEOs; each of them as magnificently fucked up as the next, each of them hiding behind red velvet curtains, designer coattails and a prisoned freedom that could only come from a lifetime of being controlled by money.

AND OLD STARS CAN CEASE TO SHINE.

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      POWER RESIDES WHERE MEN BELIEVE IT RESIDES

If you listen closely, the sound of treachery can be heard from the chambers of royal dignitaries. Secrets spread,passing from one little bird to another. Goodness is cast aside in favour of passion and all around those once pure and beautiful, fall under the spell of Versailles gilded halls. King Louis reigns absolutely, his glory ever-expanding as he surrounds himself with golden luxuries. Versailles is not a palace of dreams, it’s a palace of sin and none who enter remain innocent for long. 

They all stood so proud that day…

There was not a single soul who could destroy the newfound hope brought to the land. Joy spread though the streets with friends and family dancing, laughing, and taking in the glory of the moment. It was finally time for peace. After years of death and turmoil, the warriors had come home and the people cried no more.

                                        Except for one family.

Once upon a time there had been a prophecy told about a child that would be born on the greatest day—a day of hope and love. This single child alone would bring ruin to the world and the earth would never know peace again. While the laughter and cheers from the streets poured in from the cracks in the windows and walls and under the door, a mother gave birth to her child and the father quickly took the child to the outskirts of town. The young girl was given off to a sailor they trusted and the baby disappeared on the sea.

                But what is hidden will always be found.