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Tired Sentences, Vol. 4

It was a scenario the two of them had been in before, and one they'd undoubtedly be in again. In fact, it was rare for them to spend a prolonged amount of time together without one of them needing to step away to deal with a pressing matter, the time required ranging from a mere moment to, as was currently the case, all night and perhaps even longer.

Whenever the extended situations occurred, one thing was certain: whoever's time was required would do what needed to be done, no matter how long it took, and the other would encourage them to take at least one break. Today was no exception. Once again invited to stay with his friend for a few days but drawn away by the latest in a never-ending string of crises, Mycroft had skipped dinner and it was clear he would also have to forgo rest.

Having missed the meal, the King had seemingly elected to bring it to him instead, most likely in the knowledge that it was not going to be refused when it was delivered by him. While Mycroft knew he was perfectly capable of managing without for a night, maybe even longer, part of him was grateful not to have been left to his own devices. Of course, this would be different were it anybody else attempting to prompt Mycroft to look after himself, but an exception could be made for the other man - both because of his status and because of their friendship.

"Thank you," he replied, though he still put the plate to the side for the moment. Mycroft didn't feel the need to point out that he appreciated the kindness in addition. He thought that obvious enough as it was.

"Perhaps, when you next pass a member of staff, you could also request on the behalf that I am not disturbed in the morning? I predict I can be finished this before breakfast, but considering how I know you won't mind my lack of presence, I think we can both agree it'll be for the best if I catch up on whatever sleep I've missed once the sun has risen and spare you all an exhausted man's foul mood."

                    at his agreement, the nurse’s lips pulled into a far more relaxed turn, but her fingers still clutched tightly about the edges of her envelope purse.     ❝  yes, sir, especially nature as green as this.  ❞    though on a far grander scale than anything she could find herself in back home, the entire park reminded her so strongly of those smaller spaces at home that it, more than anything, reminded her she was no longer on the front.   color flooded her cheeks at his all but apology, a short shake of her head all she could manage for a heartbeat, all she could manage until she found her tongue again.    ❝  it may be, but i don’t mind at all.  ❞    the next slipped before she could bite it back, voice fed by her nerves.      ❝  i was getting a little too close to things i shouldn’t think about anyway.  ❞     that already bright blush spread beyond connie’s cheeks.   nothing he needed to know and yet, she spilt the beans far too easily.

@bertievi​ . 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Lucretia was terribly nervous, and it was unlike her, really. But while her brother carried himself with his usual nonchalance -the nonchalance of a first son, the nonchalance of an heir- she could feel the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. She was the eldest, and at her father’s despair, a woman! Not only did she represent the family, but she was already at fault in his eyes. So, meeting someone quite so important came with a heavy load of worry.

Meeting a king! 

Oh, that was both so exciting and so dreadful! What if she made a fool of herself! What if she said something so utterly ridiculous that her father banished her to the districts?

But she had to get a grip! She was Lucretia Snow! And a Snow never felt fear, a Snow never backed away from a challenge. She had decided to face this situation with elegance and solemnity, just like she faced everything else in life.

TO SPREAD POSITIVITY ;; I challenge all of you to send me any URL you want, and I’ll talk about the things I like about them and their blog. Just put ‘positivity’ in the beginning of the ask and I’ll know what to do. / @therapardalis

//GLADLY. <3 Thera mun is one of my oldest RP partners on here, and I instantly loved her OC the moment we started. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect, seeing how our setup was essentially Thera trapped in the middle of one of Ben’s m.issions gone wrong, but lemme tell you: it was a delight from start to finish. Thera definitely wasn’t a damsel (not that I mind those!), so I think Ben was a little thrown when this charming, snarky woman came along who could actually take care of herself.

In terms of her blog, I’m honestly so impressed by how she’s been crafting and creating Thera for YEARS. Like, over a decade! Maybe even close to two? I’m so bad at remembering specifics, so I hope I can be forgiven for that, but the time and dedication has really paid off since every one of her exchanges breathes unique, genuine life. If you took her url/a.vatar off the screen, I’d still be able to tell it’s Thera because her voice is THAT distinct, and as writers, I think that’s what we all strive for.

[Autumn Prompt from @bertievi​​.]

[cocktails] to  make  &  drink  DIY  autumn  /  halloween  cocktails. ------------

“Albert, I have only one question. What the merry hell is in this?” The glass balanced in her hand, firmly enough to be safe but at the same time held further from her body than normal ease. It wasn’t the colour of it that led to her response, even if the particular shade of almost-orange spoke of juice suffering horrible things from the other ingredients. It wasn’t the little bit of sparkle that might have been soda water or, far more likely, champagne.

It was the pure serendipity that after the Duke had handed it to her, with a mix of innocent air and barely suppressed grin, she’d managed to get a sniff of it before it reached her lips.

And could have happily sworn on a Holy Book that her nose hairs curled.

Rob had never thought he’d live in NYC one day. But then life hadn’t turned out how he’d expected it to in far more consequential ways, had it? He didn’t like to dwell on it much. If he did he’d slowly drive himself insane, wouldn’t he, and he had people who needed him. People who depended on him.

Maybe that was just what life was like, at least he had to tell himself that as he walked along the streets, huddled in a big blue wool coat, the eagle clutching a swas.tika on his cap faintly shimmering each time he passed a street light. He probably should have gotten a car, he mused as he saw his breath from a small cloud each time he exhaled but he’d needed some fresh air after his evening. With a vague turn of his head he threw a quick glance over his shoulder. His shadow was still there, that was concerning; he’d noticed the man follow him some three blocks ago. He’d taken a weird left turn that would make his way home longer than necessary just in an attempt to lose the guy but it looked he really was on his tail. Not good bu there was no point in panicking. 

Deciding he’d had enough, Rob reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. He came to a halt by the next upcoming street lamp and took his time to light one of them, noting the steps coming closer, then to a halt.