May 14, 2018
patervulpis replied to your post “// guys i’m Suffering what’s the word for when you look at someone...”
censorious?
yooooo i don’t know if this is The Word but what a fantastic word.
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patervulpis replied to your post “// guys i’m Suffering what’s the word for when you look at someone...”
censorious?
yooooo i don’t know if this is The Word but what a fantastic word.
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‘ spiders’ webs only have to be large enough to catch flies. ’ -Madison
Aaron took his time turning around to the man that has just entered his office. He didn’t like dealing with Madison. Jefferson was always so easy to read, so boisterous. Wearing his heart on his sleeve, just like Hamilton.
Madison, on the other hand, was more like Aaron himself. He knew the value of secrecy. He understood why sometimes, it was better to wait in the shadows until the perfect opportunity presented itself.
In another world, where Madison wasn’t as entangled with Jefferson as he was in this, Aaron knew they could have made great allies. But as it was, he had to be careful around the man.
“Well, I’m not a spider. Neither are you.”
It was unlikely that Madison would come to him just to talk in riddles. He had a reason for being here - it was only a matter of time until he chose to disclose it.
❝ IF I DIE BECAUSE I GOT A COLD . . . ❞ words hold nothing but irritation as a moment is taken in pause, legs crossed as she sits among disheveled bed sheets && despite being freezing, nothing covered her. hands are holding either arm, body shivering against the cold as skin is covered in a thin layer of SWEAT. appearance is rougher than usual as sulpicia has been running a fever, plagued with restless nights of not sleeping━her body is SHUTTING down on itself, she had no time for this !! rapid aging, the understatement of her lifetime. ; ‘ ❝ . if i die because i got a cold, i’m going to be really pissed off, lysle. i’ve survived childbirth, the death of my entire family━i refuse to be overcome by a sinus infection ! ❞ the dark circles under her eyes, the lack of energy in her tone, give away just how TIRED she is . . just how this has gotten the best of her already ( only a month && a half ) && it hasn’t been that long since finding out. ━━━ eyes find his for a moment, holding a gaze held between golden && green hues before once irritated tone takes DIP into momentary despair. ❝ i’m dying, lysle━i’m dying && there’s nothing I can do . . ❞ tears threaten to take place in her eyes, ❝ you have to tell me what to do. fix me, do something to PROLONG anymore damage, please ? ❞ hands reach for him, for comfort. / @paternitas liked this !! ♡
angelica could not sleep. her hands shook and her head ached, and all she wished for in the entire world was for him to stop bothering her. day in, day out. he sat on furniture, he waited in the hall, he visited her on her morning walks. philip was there ; whole, smiling. her head ached-- angelica reminded herself, and slipped from her bed. her nightgown falls to her ankles, and she sneaks downstairs, claiming that perhaps tea will help soothe her visions. until angelica could see him once again. “ won’t you leave me alone ? ” she speaks. he doesn’t answer, only watches. he never answers. “ you used to speak miles above everyone and everything, just like father ! now look at you just tormenting me ! ”
she tries to move, tries to pour herself at least some semblance of something to drink. water. angelica reaches for the pitcher. philip appears next to her, his hand upon her shoulder, and angelica nearly screams, almost dropping the pitcher as philip’s other hand shoots out and saves it from its near shattered death. “ philip, please ! i’m begging you. i have done everything anyone has told me to do, but nothing is working ! i need you to stop ! just... ” it is here where angelica cannot hold it in. her tears fall, and her entire frame, once tall and proud with the hamilton name, is now frail and trembles at any sudden noise. it takes her a moment to recognize her younger sibling there. john stands, pitcher in hand. angelica simply sinks to the floor, head in her hands. “ i cannot do this anymore. it is impossible. i’m insane, i think. no, i know i am. ”
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patervulpis replied to your post “patervulpis replied to your post “// guys i’m Suffering what’s the...”
please do oh my g od??
this has just become my sole motivation for actually writing some fic. . .
FINGERS CONTINUE to touch against soft, silky fabrics while crystal hues are cast down on the array of jewels to be chosen from her the formal dress currently in commission. lips pucker slightly as marie attempted to choose between the two jewels she had narrowed down out of dozens━she simply cannot decide !! they were so beautiful, so one of a kind . . how can she ever choose between them? ; ❝ darling, ❞ called the young queen of france, body turning to the side as eyes shift onto her SIDE. ❝ could you come over here for a moment, louis? I need help choosing which color jewels to be sewed onto my new dress being made. ❞ a tender, LOVING smile pressed against rosy flushed cheeks, dimples seeping into soft, supple skin. a hand reaches out for him, inviting if he should wish to take hold. / @patervulpis liked !! *louis xvi
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’ -Humphreys!
“Oh, are they? I had no idea!” Nathan grumped from where he sat upon the ground, having just recovered from falling to the ground enough to sit instead of lying prone as he had a moment ago; his books were scattered about everywhere- he glared at them for it.
He could feel his face burning bright red (the perks of being a blond), but he would deny beyond reason becoming both angry and embarrassed at such a thing as this. “You really ought to warn people of things if you become aware before them, you know.”