#athamc

VIVIENNE: is it weird that i’m craving for something you cook, but don’t want to see your face? VIVIENNE: like, i want to see you cooking, but just not your face?! VIVIENNE: asking for my sanity’s sake.

All Albert wanted was for the wedding to be done with so he could finally move on with his life. As much as it would have been nice to have a wife of his own choosing, he was no fool to believe such freedoms could be given to monarchs-to-be. His sister, Renee, was an isolated case who got lucky enough to marry for love. When his eyes glanced at her direction, her saw her very radiant and pregnant, arm affectionately linked with her doting husband’s. Albert was truly happy for Renee, as what could be expected from a loving twin, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel a twinge of self-pity. When Lady Charlotte placed her dainty hand on his arm, he shook all aberrant thoughts from his mind. The doors to the drawing room were pulled open. Their names were formally announced. The moment he walked into the room however, his eyes caught a face that cut all of his senses off. Freya. Seeing her after an eternity was a stab to the gut.

FELIX: tell me i'm not dreaming pls asdFGHJKWIRRop

        “Can’t you just--just stop standing there with that stupid look on your face?!” she snapped. She loved him to death. She really did. But she was fed up at his coldness, and it made her feel like crap. Their situation was getting worst. Their distance was growing. They were becoming toxic. At some point, it was going to bite them in the ass; they’d end up hurting each other, and their child. 

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Waiting languidly against a pillar, Evie saw them pour into the brothel in flocks. By them, I meant the military men -- all rambunctious, arrogant, and proud -- dressed to impress in their military frocks. Evie pushed her breasts up so their tops spilled from her awfully tight corset, which their madame required her to wear ( as if her waist wasn’t naturally tiny enough ). She then raised a compact mirror to her face and touched up her lipstick, a vivid Ravish Me Red -- a shade of red, which in her time, the prudish could never dare wear out in public. She clicked the compact shut with the puckering her lips. With a sheer stroke of luck, she was able to catch the eye of one of the tall, handsome fellows who had just come in. She brought out her most enticing smile. Batted her lashes for effect. Hithered him over with a manicured finger. She looked like a nymph on the outside, but all she really cared for was that he paid well enough for a day’s meals. // @athamc

Coming fresh out of finals week, most of Andy’s friends had flown out the city to destress. Such frivolities were only for those who had cash to spare in their pockets, so Andy was unfortunately stuck at home. If anything, she liked feeling useful, so she spent her first week of summer scouring the classifieds for a job. The only hiring fit for her credentials was a maid in a rich area of the suburbs. Learning it paid more than the waitress stint she had last summer, she took it without a single moment’s hesitation. Today was her first day on the job. Donning the black-and-white maid uniform she had only seen prior in movies, she climbed the marble steps with a basket of freshly pressed clothes. Her first task was to deliver them to the mansion owners’ son. Andy could feel her could feel her heart ramming against her chest as she tapped on the door to his room. She had never met him before. How she hoped for him to be was nice. When a head of black curls peeked through the door, all air was sucked from her lungs. She knew him -- saw him around campus from time-to-time -- but she bet her life he didn’t know her. “Hi,” she mumbled timidly, lips in a sheepish smile and cheeks the color of her mother’s favorite lipstick. In her mind, she was trying her hardest to stop her poor heart from going on arrest. “I have your fresh laundry with me. May I come in, Sir?”