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Visions of Amy Dudley were ever-present in Meg's mind, swimming to and fro with such urgency that it was difficult for her to think of anything else. Through one innocent, rather pleasant conversation, Meg had grasped on to a suspicion that she was soon convinced must be true: the Countess of Leicester was with child. She did not know if the Earl even knew of this news but that mattered not - gossip traveled quickly in William's court, and if Meg had inkling of what was transpiring, soon others would know it as well. There was one thing she was certain of - the princess must be informed at once, before she could hear the news through cracks in the walls or whispers on the dance floor.

Meg entered the princess' chambers quietly, pressing a palm flat against the door to click it into place before she turned to take in the room. Bess was standing in a circle of her ladies, each holding a garment or undoing a lace, preparing the princess for bed; it took a village to make certain that everything was done correctly - the various pieces of her gown folded or hung according to her specifications, shoes placed back in their spot, jewelry removed and stored, long red mane carefully brushed and plaited. Only when Elizabeth was satisfied could her bed be turned down and her ladies released to tend to their own nightly routines.

Without saying a word, Meg crossed to the bevy of woman and reached to untie the string of jewels around Elizabeth's neck; she moved around the princess to her dressing table and carefully picked up the jewelry box, a family heirloom that once belonged to her grandmother, Elizabeth of York. Deft fingers opened the lid and presented the box to the departed queen's namesake, so she might place her earrings inside. As she did so, Meg caught her eye, casting a look upon her that required no words to convey their meaning - what Meg had to say was for Bess' ears alone.

shoulder  rests  heavily  against  the  outside  of  the  cabin,  one  hand  clamped  across  the  bleeding  wound  marring  his  side.  teeth  grit,  free  hand  curled  into  a  tight  fist  as  it  hung  at  his  side.  pain  was  familiar.  pain  meant  that  he  was  alive,  and  that  was  enough  for  the  time  being.  they  should  have  seen  this  coming,  but  they’d  gotten  comfortable  here.  they’d  risked  ben’s  life  as  well  as  their  own  and  he  would  never  let  that  happen  again.  dragging  himself  away  from  the  wall,  uncaring  of  the  various  wounds  stopping  him  from  functioning  at  his  best.  eyes  squeeze  closed  for  a  moment,  a  flash  of  a  memory  forcing  him  to  still  his  movements.  broken,  disjointed,  a  white  room  and  pain.  burning  through  him,  choking  him,  stopping  his  breath  in  his  lungs.  hissed  breath  escaped  clenched  teeth,  forcing  himself  back  into  the  present.  “  astrid  ?  ”  hates  how  desperate  he  sounds,  how  weak.  

Knocking rather ferociously on Graham’s door, Berry tried to keep her breathing levelled but it was impossible when she was this annoyed. The woman couldn’t believe that not only had he slept with her sister, cheated on his fiancé, but Berry had been stupid enough to believe he could change. As her friend pulled open his front door, Berry frowned at him, arms crossed, fuming, biting her tongue back from saying her usual friendly hello. “My sister, Graham?” She asked by way of greeting, “tell me it’s not true.”

Send 🃏 And I’ll Generate An AU From The List Below! 36. Florist AU

Flowers, to the common individual, were pretty...relaxing....a welcome sight in any meadow or household. For Toko? Well, suffice to say she was quite sick of the weeds in fancy petals. Understandably so, when she’d been threatened with abandonment of all things if she didn’t get a job to bring some money in. Earn her worth, like she wasn’t still a highschooler who had no idea what her life valued the first place. 

Still. This was the only place within walking distance that’d been hiring and it was too bright...too colorful for her taste but she kept shoving the dirt into the pot despite her growing frustration.

Your little stories won’t help you if no one worth a shit is gonna read ‘em! Toko winced at the memory and was too focused on pummeling the seeds into the dirt that she nearly didn’t hear the front door open, the bell ringing a customer’s arrival. Hands stilled, eyes staring holes into the floor before, with a disgruntled sigh, forced herself to stand up. Knees a little wobbly, she dragged them forward to the front room, stopping once she saw the blonde approaching the counter and looking more at place in this dumb shack than Toko did. 

Then again, the pretty ones always did mesh well with flowers. Toko always felt like she belonged with the weeds.

Blowing a strand of hair out of her face, feet meekly made their way over so she was in the customer’s line of sight. “Y-Yes? .....D-Did you need s-s-someth--ing?” 

MAKING DEMANDS / accepting

Ow, her poor ears! With a playful roll of her eyes & a sharp-toothed smile to match, the cat-woman saunters over to Jack’s impressive stereo set up. Greer hooked a sharp claw into the grooves of the volume dial, carefully turning up the song just a few decibels higher.

Jack came up from behind her, sandwiching her tail between their bodies as he wrapped his arms around her waist & placed his chin on her furry shoulder, swaying them both in time to the beat. Greer smiled, wider than she probably would have if he were facing her. There was something about being with Jack that was comforting, familiar. Maybe it was the fact that she didn’t have to pretend to be whole — she was seperate, two halves that didn’t quite fit together, two souls merged into this, creature. Not quite human, not quite animal. Too much of one not enough of the other. Whatever she was, he seemed to like it.

He seemed to really like it, she’s noticed lately. He’s — attentive, as honest as he’s able to be, & he seems to feel just as content around her as she seems to be around him. Is it his feelings influencing her own, or is she actually as happy as he is? She’s pretty sure she is. & she’s pretty sure that he’s been holding onto something for a little while now…

“Oh yeah?”

Only one way to find out.

“What else d’you love?”

4d from this spicy meme

it's not their first time but somehow it always feels like it is.

⨳ — SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND;

Nel's ears dropped back in fright. His lips parted as if to speak--not so much as a scared squeak slipped out. What little blood was in his body tinted his cheeks purple. Nel...let his hand be held and had to steady himself before he could respond.

His fingers gingerly curled and took a firm hold of Mandrake's hand.

sloane hates to admit it but she has been spending an awful lot of time with dexter. she would never cheat on benji with dex and she wants to make that very clear to her partner.

she can't exactly come clean and tell benji why she's spending so much time with her friend. although she's sure it won't take him long to put the pieces together, especially not after finding her stash. it had been a few days since benji had asked to spend time with sloane but she lied about picking up a shift. truth be told, she never expected to run into him with dex by her side.

when it happened, she just wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole. the look on her boyfriend's face absolutely devastated her but they didn't really talk about it. she had tried reaching out but benji must've really been pissed because he was dodging her calls and texts.

she finally had enough and marched her ass down to his place, wanting to assure benji that she wasn't cheating and would never dream of it.

surprisingly he had let her in, leading them towards the couch. sloane was avoiding eye contact, unsure of how to start.

"i can't stop picturing you with him." benji broke the silence.

"i swear that i would never cheat on you, you've always been the only guy i love. please believe me when i say that dexter is just a friend, nothing more!" her actions were shady, she admits that. it wasn't looking good for her so she was debating on whether or not to tell benji the actual truth. she didn't want him to hate her and be disappointed.

plus she didn't want him to murder dex, because the chances of that occurring were high.

she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

"i've been doing coke with dex and that's why we were together that day. and it was my stash you found, not my friend's. please don't hate me.." she's holding back tears, looking everywhere but at benji.