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( @ashensolitude )

                         “DON’T YOU THINK we’ve lost ENOUGH?” It was the question which had come up time and again through the GRAND DISCUSSION passing through Cair Paravel. The emissaries had been called and gathered, and Daphne, as Liaison between her People and Men, had been amongst the number to be called. The matter of discussion: a disputed kingsroad in the Western March. “My People know no ROADS, but our roots cannot be unmade for the sake of a pathway. What is being debated over wine is the death of dryads when we have nothing left to give.” After the Great Winter, their numbers had been decimated, and though that time had passed they were still rebuilding. They would always be rebuilding. Daphne looked to the head of the table. “My Lord, you can’t possibly be entertaining this idea.” Gaining nothing from him, Daphne sat, boneless, at the idea that even more of her kind would find destruction.

❝ Sorry, we’re   n o t   open. Come back tomorrow at eleven. ❞ Rikki didn’t even bother to look up or move from her spot behind the counter. The chairs turned over on the tables should be an indication enough that they were closed. 

              they  would  talk  regularly ,   that  was  the  promise  they  made .   lydia  wasn’t  one  to  want  to  keep  secrets ,   not  from  him  at  least ,   but  she  knew  he’d  figure  out  something  wasn’t  right  almost  immediately .   even  if  it  was  just  by  recognising  her  room  as  the  background  as  soon  as  they  started  the  call .   she  was  excited  to  see  him ,   to  talk  to  him ,   to  hear  him  say  how  amazing  it  was  to  be  there ,   one  step  closer  to  doing  what  she  loved .   she  wanted  to  say  she  was  also  following  her  own  path  &  leaving  Beacon  Hills  for  the  time  being ,   but  she  couldn’t .   something  horrible  was  coming  &  she  couldn’t  force  herself  to  leave .   she’d  never  forgive  herself  if  she  left  when  people  needed  her  the  most .   after  what  she  heard ,   some  sort  of  premonition  (   she  still  wasn’t  used  to  it ,   it  brought  chills  down  her  spine  but  the  voices  would  never  leave ,   she  knew  that  already   ) ,   she  knew  she  had  to  stay .   part  of  her  knew  things  were  better  with  Stiles  there ,   helping  them .   but  hearing  how  excited  he  was ,   how  happy  he  was  to  be  away  from  that  CURSED  town ,   made  her  want  to  keep  the  truth  to  herself ,   not  to  worry  him .   how  could  she  keep  a  poker  face  on  &  pretend  all  was  fine  when  she  was  the  one  who  told  everyone  that  they  couldn’t  leave ?   laying  on  her  bed ,   she  kept  the  laptop  in  front  of  her ,   waiting  for  him  to  be  on  so  she  could  call  him .   god  bless  technology .   she  stayed  enough  time  without  seeing  him  because  of  the  wild  hunt ,   she  didn’t  know  how  she’d  make  it  through  some  more  months .   as  soon  as  he  picked  up ,   she  offered  him  her  best  smile ,   which  couldn’t  be  more  honest .   she  could  only  hope  she’d  transmit  enough  calmness  for  him  not  to  worry .   “   hey !   well  someone  is  looking  happy .   I  didn’t  think  I’d  see  the  day  Stiles  Stilinski  wore  a  shirt  &  tie  without  it  being  for  a  formal  event .   ”   ||   @ashensolitude

       So still she sat, a too often silent watcher in the great chamber. A pale slip in the shadows of the dancing candlelight. The tables had been cleared of food but the wine poured freely around her. Phedre's long and carefully laid fingers were as empty of motion as they were of a glass. Her restraint between stirring and drinking were hardly matched. Always, it was easy to pass on heady mixtures that left her flushed and unsteady but keeping her hands in a single place was another matter. She managed with unneeded grace among the disheveled frivolity. Quickly she found her unnoticed serenity jarred, the unexpected bump bringing an apology to her lips. “ Many pardons, perhaps this was not the best seat on such a night. “

                    "   I  ---   I  was  l-looking  for  HIM .   "   she  managed  to  let  out  between  sobs ,   her  eyes  tightly  closed  as  she  tried  to  catch  her  breath .   ||   @ashensolitude   ( x )

It is with a measure of curiosity that he arrived here for his interview. Grey Enterprises Holdings, Inc. was a company that no doubt envied by all; it was highly profitable, diversified, and with practically a spotless public record. No doubt Mr. Grey already had adequate legal representation, which begged the question as to why he was here. Of course, the outward appearance of perfection might have only been illusion; there could have been turmoil brewing in the company that required a more adept lawyer than he already had. Whatever else his reputation might be, no one could deny him that he was good at what he did.  He was infamously known for defending Cardinal Wolsey, who had been accused of tax evasion and other financial related crimes. Thomas, himself, had been accused as an accomplice to it. To the world, it had seemed all but certain that he would be convicted. But Thomas had worked to the bone to make sure that he would be declared innocent. The trial had been long and difficult and in the end they had triumphed. But the trial had taken its toll on Wolsey; he had lived only a few months after the verdict. And with that, Thomas had been done with dealing with the Vatican and gone out onto the world on his own, taking on rich and powerful clients at his newly created firm. Perhaps he would never be liked, but he was respected.  He entered into the lush lobby, announcing to the blonde receptionist his appointment, who then directed him to go in. He already knew what Mr. Grey looked like, but he looked even stunningly younger in person. But it didn’t bother him to work for someone younger than him. “I humbly thank you for requesting to see me,” he said, but did not take a seat yet, as he had been directed to yet.