#bxleyn

❝ Okay, we’re doing this one of two ways;   one, you follow me and we leave this place or   two, I drag you out of here and you’ll end up   following me anyway ...

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      ◀ Anne had   been   quick    in stilling           her movements   of    removing the           garb. Eyes   narrowing   over to the           source, finding   herself rolling her           gaze in a small bout of annoyance. ▶

                        “ You are not supposed to be in here. ”

Send a ✚ for a drunk text from my muse.

One Anne was bad enough. Two is enough to.... yep.

Such desire. Much want

>What their OTP name would be:If it kills me (because dammit she just might kill him!)

>Who would confess first:Augustus. She drives him up a wall and threatens whatever hint of restraint he has. He’d practically be suffocated with want, causing him to out right blurt it out in a frantically frustrated outburst. It is very unlike him but at this point, she’s brought him to insanity.

>Which one would be more dominant:They both attempt to be, with an end result of neither ever having firm ground. Some would argue that Anne is, considering how she’s caused Augustus to be a little rough around the edges as of late. But he still keeps the majority of his composure.

>Which one would do the cooking:Neither. They do not have a need to, nor would they have any time to dedicate to eating. There’s a lot more drinking going on between them.

>How long they’d stay together:If Augustus can ever say he’s successfully caught Anne, he’d never want to relinquish his hold on her. The difficulty is, she cannot be had. And he is slowly starting to realize this.

>What they’d do together on a day off:A day off could not be spend together because of the constant guards that are kept between them. They’d attempt to attend something public if they were going to spend time together. Alone there is nothing else to distract them from the task at hand.

>What they’d be like in bed:Alas, Augustus does not know. There would be a definite attempt on his part to dominate her completely, as a result of all he’s enjoyed endured at her hands. However, not even he’s fully convinced he’ll succeed.

They had sat together in considerable silence, until her words fluttered weakly in the darkness.

Augustus brought a hand to hers through the inky stillness. He found her smaller hand after a moment of blind feeling. His fingers ran over her hand in examination through the etched lines of her palm, to the delicate edge of her fingertips.

"It was a necessary evil, I am afraid."

Antonia had shown bravery and courage beyond what he’d thought her capable of. Proven her worth and valor.

Augustus brought her fingertips to his lips, where he pressed fleetingly. He released her hand shortly after.

"I do /not/."