#ft. jules

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: palace of facets, moscow

𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞: 23 july 1319, evening

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: referencing some version of this thread ! 

❛ Must I find you taunting little girls? ❜

The English princess had since peeled away by the time Charles appeared at his child’s shoulder. Suspecting Jules may notice his approach but indifferent to startling them, he spared no greeting. He had sat nearby while the exchange proceeded, able to observe through body language as Jules succumbed to serpentine cruelty. It was more of an embrace than a capitulation, however. Jules ( like their detestable Agnes ) at times and without provocation raised their head with a blackening stare and spoke with a forked tongue. Charles liked their meanness—usually. This incident struck him as something else. Was it pettiness unbefitting the setting or, better yet, directed at the wrong variety of recipient? The issue of suitability would have little to do with questions of delicacy or fairness. She was an unassuming princess, but how benign could an English rose be? It was a remarkable choice, still, to catch field rabbits while wolves stalked the village.

silly little tag dump 💕

send  🍷  for  a  drunk  text  from  my  muse   @ SUTTER

sean [ 3:33am ]  have you seen the fucking moon dudde the fucking moon

sean [ 3:33am ]  its looking at me with beady fucking eyse r u going to let it get away with this?? 

sean [ 3:34am ]  here im sending a pic

sean [ 3:37am ]  no wait im lookin a tthe pic and its just some guy not the moon NOT THE MOON DISREGARD 

send  😳  for  an  embarrassing  text  from  my  muse   @ AIRI 

sloane [ 12:15pm ]  i think i have bed bugs i have bite marks all over my fucking ass this is an emergency bring poison 

sloane [ 12:17pm ]  fuck this was for rowan. i need to start saving my contacts. not trying to make u think about my ass in some twisted game of reverse psychology 

send  💋  for  a  flirty  text  from  my  muse   @ ROWAN 

sean [ 10:45pm]   [img. rowan from behind at a party] 

sean [ 10:46pm ]  whyre you standing over there when you could be standing on my

sean [ 10:46pm ]  ... 

sean [ 10:47pm ]  otis took my phone and says theyre supervising my messages from now on 

send  😱  for  a  scared  text  from  my  muse    @ LANDON 

sloane [ 11:20pm ]  im outside can u walk me home 

sloane [ 11:22pm ]  ik u probably dont want to hear from me but i was going to go to my dads and i changed my mind and now its late and im a beautiful solitary woman in need of assistance 

ah,  hello  and  welcome  to  our  first  weekly  roundup.  i’m  your  favorite  editor,  rose  here  to  quench  your  thirst  for  all  things  wild  in  the  lives  of los  angeles’  favorite  celebrities.  this  week’s  forecast  looks  cloudy  with  a  chance  of  what  the  actual  fuck  is  going  on  with  these  weirdos.  lets  get  crackin’  shall  we?  

lalalorelei: no, i won’t wear a jacket. it compromises outfit integrity...no, i definitely didn’t leave it at home. @jxles​ 🤗

“Fucking Jules ( @jxles ). I swear to God my house is a zoo now because she keeps comin’ around and dropping these orphaned animals off like I’m their keeper.” 

“Fuckin’ hell. Alright. Uh…. Kill Jules, ‘cos I said fuck for her in the last one, and another would fuckin’… I’d feel like I was breathing down her neck or some shit. I’d marry Gina, so I could, uh… enter the Knox family and overthrow Blake’s power. I’d make him call me uncle and refuse to listen when he said that didn’t make sense. He’d, uh… He’d have to say it with authority, too. On-kal! Very firm, like a Swedish milkmaid. Then, uh. I’d fuck Palmer, ‘cos I have eyes.”

cam didn’t think a secret could be any worse than his, proof-positive that he was a coward of the highest degree, willing to put his best friend in prison to save his own ass, and to keep it that way.  but no; one of cam’s very best friends had killed someone in cold blood, apparently to save another. like ben affleck’s batman, but real. so he didn’t know how to face jules, now that they both knew what the skeletons they had hidden in their closet. what the fuck do you say to that? i’m kind of scared of you now but you’re still my best friend so can we have a smallville marathon and pretend like nothing ever happened?

the weirdest part was that cam wasn’t even particularly afraid of addressing jules’ secret; he was more afraid about addressing his own. because jules’ was... was a one-off mistake. cam’s? cam had made the decision to keep elliott in prison every day since he’d gotten caught. cam could see himself forgiving jules, but cam could never forgive himself. 

turns out, he faced jules like this; walking out of his bedroom for the first time in twelve hours to grab some cereal, only to find jules already in the kitchen. their eyes met, and cam froze in his doorway, squeezing his lips shut. turns out, what the fuck you said to that was something like this: an uncomfortably long stretch of nothing, and then a quiet, “are you okay?” a question cam already knew the answer to, that jules might even get pissed at because of course he wasn’t dumbass. he shut his eyes for a moment, glanced down at his sock feet, and said nothing else. bravery had never been his strong suit.