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for once, everything was familiar, almost serene. the air was fresh and bitterly cold. biting at his nose and ears as he wraps his arms around himself. “you look freezing. here.” he mutters, begrudgingly discarding one of his coats and handing it over. for someone who’d been here so long he’d certainly never be a fan of the cold. 

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“everyone keeps telling me my wedding day will be the greatest day of my life but no one’s talking about how nice the engagement can be. what’s so wrong with not wanting to rush it?” madison asked, glancing down at the ring nestled perfectly on her finger. she was excited to get married, she didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea, it was just nice to bask in the engagement glow for awhile. when things happened, they would happen. “plus, it’s going to be very hard to beat the day i won that giant teddy bear at the beaver creek fair when i was twelve as the greatest day of my life.” she added with a laugh.

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“Of course I’m enjoying my day off,” Raf said with a wry grin. “I’ve got it all scheduled out into one hour blocks, accounting for travel time. At 6 am I took a run by the river, at 7 I prepped a breakfast... then I watched a bit of television, which is pretty indulgent, but that was only until 8 because I needed to run a few errands around town. Later, I’ll catch a documentary. I’m living my best life. Efficiently.”

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for someone who ‘had talent’ and could bake so well - well enough to get this job, anyway - aster would rather have a bowl of cereal for breakfast than one of the pastries she makes for everyone else. sitting in the kitchen, as if she was hidden away with a secret, the woman dove into a bowl of cocoa puffs. taking a sip of the coffee she had also made, she heard a nose that cut her sip short and nearly caused her to spit it out. “holy shit,” she blurted, turning to see who it was before placing her mug down. “who the hell sneaks up on someone? especially in a kitchen. i could’ve knifed you real quick.”

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madison had had….a lot of coke and she couldn’t even come up with a valid excuse to lie as to why she was laying on a couch in the study, humming build me up buttercup to herself. and why should she? it was a great song and they were probably trapped in the manor until the all died like wes…and imo…and dave, and michael, and roy… each name burying her deeper into the whole she was manifesting for herself. “today’s the day.” she said to no one in particular though she had a feeling imogen or someone was listening. “why shouldn’t we all give up now?” maybe she wasn’t built for this? with a laugh. she shook her head. “who was built for this?”

━━━━ After hanging his suit jacket in his room, Joakim went down and outside to join the others. He shook the sadness away, took a deep breath and began to fold the sleeves of his dress shirt. He loosened his tie, straightened his waistcoat and grabbed his guitar. “Alright, any request?” He asked, fiddling with the knobs and idly plucking the strings to tune it. “My artistic skills are a bit limited if it’s disco or hip-hop,” Joakim added with a chuckle. ( @manorstart​ ) // ( burial after party )

short open starter // the burial after party . ( @manorstart​ )

open short starter // the burial after party ( ? ) ( @manorstart​ )