#charlesdarling

@charlesdarling ♡

If only her father had known that when he sent her away to boarding school, the most beautiful of prisons, that her bad behavior would only get worse. Luckily enough, Professor Darling did not seem to mind her wild streak as their bodies lay twisted together, sweat sheened and exhausted, both still panting. 

A breath of laughter escapes his lips; that’s something they both know better than either of them would care to admit. What else could’ve made them feel so much for someone who paid for their company? But it’s a cynical thought, and no matter how true it feels, he has to believe somewhere in his soul that it’s not foolish if it can bring such intense, real feelings to people who are used to selling fantasies, liars, every single one of them.

They’re well aware what Charlie’s talking about, who Charlie’s talking about; he’s a topic of conversation nearly every single night they settle into a serene bath with Babette, and with good reason. He only wishes that he could do something to help both of them more than just listen, but he’s no expert in matter of the heart. If he knew how to handle that sort of love, that genuine feeling unlike anything they advertised or sold, he wouldn’t have managed to break a heart so easily. But this isn’t a game he ever learned how to play, and he knows just as much can be said for the others.