‘ IF I’M HONEST WITH YOU, BABE, I REALLY think you should help her out with her nipple problem. i’ve seen nipples as big as tits before. it’s weird. unnatural. she needs help. you have the power to help. to not help her would be selfish; don’t let the a.t. brand you as selfish. ’ | FT. @promqueend
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SOME SAY SHE WENT OFF THE RAILS, OTHERS think she just had enough --- in reality, it was a bit of both. auradon’s tabloids generally tend to exaggerate whatever they can get hold of, but a few statements showed up in all of the reports: withdrawn from royal duties. fled from auradon. lost contact with the royal family. in the end, it didn’t matter. the gist of it was that for the past year, sightings of darcy have been few and far between --- the only times she’s been spotted were that one time a video leaked of her in some dingy bar, alongside that picture of her getting groceries that one time. otherwise, darcy de bourbon is an enigma to the public world, and she’s perfectly happy that way.
people eye her as she slams the door of her car shut, a black jeep that has an aura of means business. she hears a few is that really’s and there’s no way it’s her’s whispered as she locks the car and heads into the university’s reception area. their doubts aren’t unwarranted: she dons black, black, black, and an oversized leather jacket that is definitely not her own to boot. it’s after a snappy conversation with the receptionist that she spots clara across the hall, darcy’s petite form almost laid across the desk as if she owns the place. she looks like she stepped out of the end of grease. she stops momentarily in the chewing of the bubblegum in her mouth as she leans back to observe her former friend --- if she could call clara that.
‘ fancy seeing you here, ’ darcy jests with a smirk, and she hopes to dear god she doesn’t see peter here, too. she doesn’t want to have to deal with the disappointment that’ll radiate from him; it was obvious to everyone but her that the goodness he inspired in her could only last so long, apparently. ‘ at your own university, no less. ’ | FT. @promqueend
Most of his energy had been devoted to standing still and half-listening to everything going on around him because apparently everything could wrong for the ceremony if george moved even an inch from his spot so the music was a welcomed distraction for the pounding headache forming on the back of his head-
“Wow” was all that came out of his lips as belle made her way down the aisle, arm in arm with her father. Yes, she had vaguely described the dress but the vision in white approaching his way was leagues out of anything he could imagine (and he had a pretty vast imagination, thank you very much)
‘ 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐺𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝐸𝑀 𝑇𝑂 𝐻𝐴𝑉𝐸 𝐼𝑇 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑆𝑂 put together, you know? my life... my life seems very messy at this point. i’ve never felt a sense of purpose, like some kind of higher calling. does that make sense? ’ darcy bites on her lower lip, uncertain. ‘ sure, there are some things i enjoy doing, but whether i want to do them on a larger scale is... questionable. ’ 𝐹𝑇. @promqueend
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WHY DID SHE AGREE TO COFFEE AGAIN? OH, RIGHT... because she feels bad for her mom. belle is the one she wanted to cut out of her life the very least, but she had to get to the root to get rid of the weed that was auradon. her fingers tap, tap, tap against the coffee cup on her table, already impatient. people are staring. she sticks out like a sore thumb. she’s taking a photo of a middle aged lady as the lady takes a photo of her when her mom walks in, and she hardly notices her until she’s at the table. ‘ holy sh--- mom. you scared me. ’ what’s the bet that darcy’s new look scares belle a little, too? | FT. @promqueend
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16. Things you said with no space between us
“I hate chemo” no, he didn’t hate chemo. Chemo was keeping him alive and he liked being alive. He hated being nauseous and weak. And the leukemia was already leaving him full of bruises so why did the cure have to give him more? Not fair if you asked him (Fair, when he was 14 and had freaking cancer.)
Positive thinking, gwaine. A voice that sounded like granny wendy’s told him from the back of his mind.
Good things:
A) They had caught everything relatively early.
B)He wasn’t going to lose most of his hair. Some new treatment that, despite giving him headaches because of the cold, kept his hair and eyebrows where they belonged.
C)Not dying. Not dying should have point A), actually.
Jade’s voice standing next to his bed brought him out of his self-pitying train of thought. “Do you want me to call someone?” Bean was good. Jade was more than enough. He never thought he would say her stepfather had anything good going for him, neither as a person or as a doctor, but having him as a doctor meant he was going to see her a lot.
“Could you stay with me for a while?” smooth, gwaine maurice, really smooth. Jade, bless her heart, hadn’t seemed to care for his nearly nonexisting game and slipped in the small bed with him so all he could see was an ocean of red hair and her arm around his waist
“Better?”
“Way better”
17. Things you said that i wish you hadn't
“Gwennie-”
“No” she shook her head and pried his hand off her cheek. They can’t do this. “Please don’t say you feel the same”
He’s not hers. Not hers to keep, not hers to love. He’s Thea’s. The tender way he holds her face is something she’s stealing from her sister. His love should be all of Thea, he shouldn’t say ‘I love you too’ to Gwen after she had spilled her metaphorical guts to him. This was supposed to be closure because Jace didn’t love her back. She’ll move on (lies) and he would be happy with Thea (Thea deserved this. Someone to love her and only her.)
He wasn’t going to ruin this by loving her.
“We have to talk about it”
“No, we don’t” her eyes were starting to become misty, she didn’t have much time. So standing straight on her tiptoes, she planted a small kiss in his cheek “It’s okay, jace. I’ll be okay and you’ll be happy with gup. Deal? Deal”