#;lockwood

“I’m trying to determine whether or not the presence of loud noises distresses type threes!” 

SEND ME ⊗ FOR 3+ HEADCANONS ABOUT YOUR MUSE AND MINE.

1. George is the longest standing employee at Lockwood and Co. Other than Lockwood himself. The Thinking Cloth was actually both of their idea.

2. George and Lockwood have a mutual agreement never to go into each other’s room after the ‘Yoga Incident’. This is only to be broken if there is an unspeakable peril about.

*tsk tsk* language, George. what would your mother say?

“You need to pick someone eventually.” George said, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses. “You can’t stay a prince forever.” 

They were in the sitting area of the prince’s quarters, resting by a fire that roared in a brick mantel. The room was altogether a little too warm, but opening a window was out of the question, as it was pouring rain. Consequently, both men were irritable and impatient, which didn’t help the matter at hand.

“You need to pick a bride. Time is running out and if you don’t, you’ll have to resign your throne. We both know who will take it after you.” A pointed look implied a name that neither one of them wanted to think about. 

“How hard can it be? They’re all lovely. Princess Rosalia of the south. Nineteen. Dark haired. Not good with English, but she’s learning. Queen Terra, recently widowed. Twenty one. Well mannered... Lady Willow of the nearby aisles... Oh!” George tapped the page. “Lady Alice of Aelham. Just west of here. Seventeen. Golden haired, apparently a bit of a looker. Hasn’t got a lot of family. Line’s dwindling. She won’t leave a whole lot behind... I bet she’d love to take your hand.”