#foreverwhispers

inbox cleaning. @foreverwhispers said: ( from fitz ) “I could’ve handled it myself, you know.”

❛❛     oh, yes I know. my brave, strong lieutenant.   ❜❜

ESMERALDA SMOTHERED THE EYEROLL forming in her skull and pulled the knotted linen at her knuckles tight between her teeth. thankfully, the scrapes only stung: she'd gotten into fights with little lordly children with their father's wealth around their fingers that hurt a DAMNED SIGHT MORE than unpleasant fists. ( nevermind the throb of a sword's edge, or a lead BULLET in the skin ) she lamented the loss of part of her petticoat more, in truth. a GENTLEMAN would, perhaps, offer up his cravat instead –– to protect the lady's decency –– but Fitzwilliam Dalton was no gentleman.

once she was finished with her own care, and ONLY once satisfied that she'd staved off infection, did she turn to his little indisposition: a minor cut there above his brow, bleeding rather nastily when first acquired but now practically healed, revealing itself to be thin, and shallow, and overall of little consequence. but Mr. Dalton would never hear of such things when a hero's wound would put him at the center of attention and indulgence. Esmeralda dipped her rag in the solution of uncut rum again, wiping it over the scab mostly gentle ... but perhaps a little harsher than absolutely necessary. most women yearn after an earl's son that would gallantly rush to their protection. a dashing, imposing bull of a man. and yet here she was with THIS ONE.

"I also have a FMK for you. Fold the laundry, Mop the Sanctum floors or Keep your room clean?"

He managed to climb in through a window and stealth his way into the room Norrington would be staying in. It was empty of people but full of so many interesting things to examine, things that might tell him more about the man he had become involved with. Startled by footsteps, he knocked something over. That prompted a feminine voice querying after James.

Jack bowled inside a wardrobe. Unfortunately he wasn’t quick or quiet enough this time to evade detection. The wardrobe was thrown open and he came face-to-face with the lady of the house.

“Please don’t scream!” he gasped out, hands up in pleading assurance. “I don’t want anything, I swear!”

The familiar feminine tones he could pick out of the thickest crowd ( and had in his youth , when he’d once gotten lost ) called out to him. Those shared green eyes brightened when her features came into focus. “ Mother, please.”  He huffed with a slight exasperation.     

But as embarrassed as he was when she brought up Elizabeth, and called him Jamie instead of by title, a quick glance around allowed him some reprieve. It was rather sparse foot traffic with the early evening setting in. 

“ Elizabeth has been understandably upset as of late. The Governor and Margaret equally distressed, if not more so.”

And it was time to confide in mama, and he lowers his voice. “ I’m afraid I’m ..directly involved in the matter. Leaving me...  “ he took a deep breath. “ unsure.. of how to approach this whole mess.  “

“ Oh, Eleanor, is that what we’re going to do, we’re going to fight?” He knows his wife well enough to know her tone meant she was was ready to throw down and there was going to be an argument. “Besides, she clearly needs a push in the right direction” 

He stands from his chair and turns to face his wife now , looking at him disapprovingly. 

*commence plotting & Norribeth matchmaking*

“I don’t like the pairing if I may say so” - them @ any other pairing involving James & Elizabeth that isn’t Norribeth

"Mister Thor? You have no plans for tonight right? Free schedule? No dates?"

Even had he been busy, Thor would have made all attempts to drop plans and assist the young woman. He's ever been fond of helping the younger generation where he can, but after Thanos - and, more importantly, Jane - he's learned to place greater value in the present. Duties and tasks will never cease: the companionship of others can.

Oh right

How have you been doing recently, Stark or Strange keeping your interests? I do hope so, they do seem to make you happy. And here, as a tiny parting gift for the near future.

*A box of assorted tea bags appears on a table*

Until we meet again.

He's starting to wonder if this is one of the Sanctum's ghosts with its grey colour; its tendency to appear and disappear at a whim; and the fact it seems to know about his relationship with Stephen and Tony.

Loki approaches the box and gives it a tentative poke. He picks it up and quits the drawing room in search of Wong. Once he finds the sorcerer, he sets the box in front of him.

"Is this real? I think I'm being haunted."

There's no fear in his voice, although he's perhaps a touch perturbed.