#esabandera

               ❛ woah, don't actually do it. i mean, you'd probably successfully break his face, but i'd rather not patch you up later. ❜ eliza sighed, her hand coming up to cover john's. ❛ we could just leave, you know. he's one bigot, huge waste of your time. ❜

Overall Opinion: what a wholesome bean. what i aspire to be. give her all of the love bc she deserves it

                                                     @esabandera . // starter call ( for philip. )

@esabandera  /  modern divorce au

head rests against the other man’s shoulder the instant benjamin takes a seat. a thick fur is draped around himself, a gift from the baron, && he shifts to wrap john in its soft warmth as well. most are not fortunate enough to have such commodity, in fact most have not even a threadbare blanket to huddle in for warmth. very few soldiers trust him, && this sentiment is mirrored by himself – he blames the thick accent of eastern london that he cannot find himself able to mask. that said, it was difficult not to form some bond after seeing one another pantsless && drunk on watered-down spirits.

   she smiles, tucking her homework back into its folder before hugging him quickly. ‘ no, really. i think you just saved my calculus grade. you wanna come over ? i’m not doing anything for the rest of the night. if you do, though, we’re gonna have to walk home, ‘cause pip took the car and left early. ’  ( she barely notices his blush. )

This was bound to be the worst part. Seeing Phillip now after so much time had passed, after his father had let him down a million times. Come up short in a million ways. Perhaps family life had never been what he was constructed for, no matter how deeply he desired it. How deeply he cared about being a father, he failed. That failure sat upon his shoulders as heavy as an anchor weighed a ship down in a forever churning sea. The ocean of emotion that swelled inside of him at the sight of his son was enough to cause tears to burn at Alexander’s eyes as he felt the guilt hit him like a cannonball, the shrapnel would leave scars that would never heal. He’d understand if his son didn’t forgive him for his transgressions, for the way he hurt his mother. Phillip had always been soft in all of the ways Alexander lacked. “Mi sol.” He says the words and forces a smile that doesn’t meet his sunken eyes, but he stands back, hesitating for the first time in his son’s life to wrap him in an embrace. “I’ve missed you.”