#killedlove

▇▇▇ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪   ... ( @killedllove ) as daphne ! ⊹     ˚˖⋆｡  " you just love bringing that back up to annoy me "

oh, how he adored his beautiful wife, the subborness of her from head to toe. a grin threatens simon's lips as he lounges against the settee, all amused confidence. he toys with the glass of bourbon in his hand, tilting it back and forth and watching the sunlight reflect off of it. "you make it terribly easy to do," he replies, amused eyes lifting to hers. "and when my darling wife grows cross, i find myself unable to resist." tone is teasing, but fond. he observes her calmly, as he knows infuriates her. "and you do of course realize that the more you insist it bothers you, the more impossible it becomes for me to stop." he raises his brows, challenging her as he takes a sip from his glass, entirely unreptentent. he loves to tease her, to needle and frustrate her. it is one of the ways in which he expresses his affections for her, for the beautiful life they'd created together. if augie were not playing on the floor beside them, he would take her away from this place, straight to their chambers.

@killedllove said: ❛ I think you're more intimidating than mysterious. ❜ / ruby sunday.

"Intimidating deters men, mysterious attracts them, at least from my personal experience." She ran her finger over the list of names in front of her, the nails of her opposite hand taping against her desk until she found the one she was looking for. "And I much prefer to be intimidating."

Kate dialed the number, leaving it up to Ruby if she were to stay or go as she gave the man on the other end a good bollocking. This had been the third week UNIT had yet to receive an artifact found and promised to be sent to the Black Archive. The previous two times had been due to drivers and "security issues", but now Kate wondered if there was anything at all and if it wasn't someone just set on pissing her off.

"Let's see if we'll get that box by the end of the week," Kate said upon hanging up then turned back to Ruby, surprised she stayed. "How about a coffee?"

      𝑶𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔   𝒊𝒕’𝒔   𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓   𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅   to   argue   with   Mary;   strong   headed   and   stubborn   to   boot,   unwavering   in   her   own   convictions   —   Matthew   would   be   an   utter   liar   if   he   claimed   those   traits   did   not   charm   him in   the   slightest.   Still,   the   point   remains,   arguing   with   Mary   was   a   waste   of   both   their   energies,   so   he   opts   to   solve   the   matter   of   her   apparent   insecurity   by   different, hopefully more persuasive and   gentler   means.   

      He   reaches   for   her   hand,   tugging   it   out   of   her   lap   and   into   his   own,   clasping   it   between   his   dry,   cool   palms.   “Mary,   if   you   do—   if   that   does   happen   over   and   over   again,”   Matthew   begins,   still   searching   for   the   right   words   as   his   mouth   forms   them.   “Even   if   you   do,   I   will   love   you   all   the   same.   I   will   care   for   you   all   the   same.   Nothing   you   could   do,   or   say,   even   if   you   yourself   decide   upon   leaving   me,   will   change   the   way   I   feel   about   you.”