𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

                      milo tanner’s instagram, featuring his lady ( @memoirstold )                                         ig template. do not reblog unless you’re tagged.

“and where does infection start, my dear?” she wasn’t letting up. her purse was filled with things a mother would need, and it just so happened that in a small pouch from the thrift store was nestled a band-aid and neosporin. forcing him to plop his butt on the curb, she crouched down in front of him and was in the middle of wiping some of the blood away from his face. “why do you need such a need to run into danger?”

A RARE MOMENT FOR the mother of three to be seen without her children, she had decided to do something she almost never did. treat herself. every penny of her pinched purse went into her darling children, and she would never have it another way. she remembered a time where it wasn’t needed, to scrape for change -- when her world was filled with diamonds and gold. as long as she had her children -- she didn’t care that the world of her past was gone. pausing for a moment, she looked over at the man -- about to bite into the ice cream on the end of her spoon. looking down at the second cup, closed with a lid, she could only assume he was asking about that.  “are you hungry, darling?”

just a general psa ! i updated the activity of muses on my muse page yesterday, and threads involving some of the muses who have moved to a lower activity status are on a break. i got a bit burnt out writing so much finley, LMAO

anyway milo ( tramp ) has a bio now, it’s mad basic tho

wonderful cute things to think about instead of sad shit: duchess brushing her kids hair out every night after a bath because even short hair gets tangled, and boys and girls alike both deserve mama bonding time

IF THERE WAS AN air of mystery to the woman -- duchess didn’t see it. all she saw was the good, and in amelia -- there was so much good. the woman had never been anything but kind to the mother and her children, and she had no true reason for suspect.  “shopping?” she asked, a bit of surprise in her voice. she handed the plates over to the maid, despite the fact she was fully capable of cleaning up after herself. “i wonder what on earth he could be shopping for. are we out of something, darling?” somewhere in the distance, the wrong tune on a piano was being played awfully.