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emboldened by the belief that alcohol could solve just as many problems as it created ( one crucial caveat: cheap booze not invited ), antony had hounded the pop-up bar until they’d made him a drink that could distill the highkey uncomfortable vibes out of any awkward situation. sure, fine. they’d gotten drunk and slept together that one time –– and sure, it was worse because teo was the one person he would usually call in this exact situation. and yeah, he knew that in the middle of that hazy, booze tinged moment, he’d probably been the first one to lean in –– but that was a conversation he was going to avoid for as long as he possibly could. so picking up the glass tumbler ( it better have been baccarat ) , antony collapsed into a seat next to teo. 

                     –––– “ had this made special for you, ” he began, his smile far too honeysuckle sweet considering the drink was basically expensive lighter fluid with a hint of fresh pyrenees raspberry. if it didn’t take the edge off of –– whatever this was, whatever this gnarled, tangled awkwardness happened to be, at least he’d get to see teo’s reaction. “ all the initiates have to drink one, i don’t make the rules. ”

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

Julian: Good morning, darling. Julian: I had to leave early, but I made you coffee. I didn’t want to wake you up, you looked so peaceful. Julian: I hope you have a wonderful day.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Julian: I know none of it means anything to you. Me, the kids, the dogs. I know it’s part of your carefully crafted image: the perfect Prime Minister and his perfect family. I know you could replace me in a heartbeat. 

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

Julian: i’m litigating against an IDIOT Julian: i want to scream in frustration Julian: woops the judge almost caught me texting Julian: i’ll rant to u later

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

Julian: ibzia is wonderufl!!! Julian: yoush sfoudla come with us Julian: everonye his so niice

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

Julian: I see you on the TV.  Julian: That desk looks nice and spacious. Julian: Maybe I’ll crawl under it sometime.

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

Julian: I’ll be at work late. Don’t wait up for me. Julian: I might actually stay overnight. Julian: Could you have clothes sent over?

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

Julian: What the fuck does she think she’s doing? Julian: You’re not going to let her take everything away from our children, are you? Julian: What a fucking bitch!

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

Julian: I went shopping with the Duchess of York today. I bought myself a new coat. Look at how gorgeous I look. Julian: [IMAGE ATTACHED]

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

Julian: I know nothing comes out of these death threats, but it’s late at night and I feel like I’m being followed. Julian: I know it’s probably just me being paranoid, but can you come pick me up?

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

Julian: I just saw the newest edition of TIME Magazine on a newstand on the way to work. Julian: You look gorgeous on the cover. Julian: I’m very lucky to be married to such a handsome man.

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

Julian: David Baba — you used to date, right? Julian: I ran into him today. Julian: Were you two serious, or?

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

Julian: I GOT ACCEPTED TO MY DREAM MASTER’S PROGRAM!!! Julian: Sorry. I’m a little excited. Julian: I can’t wait to be back in Oxford again! Julian: I’m so happy. Julian: We’re celebrating when you come home. Julian: ;)

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

Julian: Are you dense or just incompetent? Clear your desk by this afternoon. Julian: Sorry, darling. Not meant for you.

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

location: ivy’s private quarters

Napoleone was frankly one of the people Ivy adored most in the world. Of course, their relationship had taken time to develop into the close, trusting bond they had now, but that only added to her respect for him. In fact, he the politician was one of few Ivy valued, and relied upon. A mentor of sorts, she supposed, and someone who truly understood the weight upon her shoulders.

Tonight, after wining and dining with the Society’s finest and prospecting, Ivy invited Napoleone over for more debauchery, she mused. Well, more specifically, a nice bottle of wine and dessert. It seemed like the easiest way to catch up without curious ears and wandering tongues. “Good evening,” she greeted her friend with a bright smile. “Can I interest you in more wine or have you had your fill for the day? If you have, I also bought sparkling water and I can order anything you’d like to drink.” It was rare that Ivy would serve anyone -- she never even served herself -- but for the sake of privacy, it was worth it. “How are you?”

silver:  has there ever been a time where your muse was almost but not quite enough? what did they learn from this incident?

overall, failure is a department she doesn’t entirely have much experience in: partly due to the fact she works herself too hard to allow it ( she’ll keep going if she hasn’t succeeded no matter what — if leontine morgan is anything, it’s determined ) but probably the only time she’s convinced herself she was almost but not quite enough is as a daughter. i don’t think, in that sense, that she’s EVER felt that she is enough. because her father is so aspirational, there’s always better. there’s no sense of being ‘enough,’ just the next rung of a ladder that might break your back if you fall from it. and then... there’s the matter of her late mother. she regrets not having agreed to more holidays, not having spent more time with her, not appreciating her more.

because leah moved out post-haste after university to get prepared for a political career, they missed a lot of time, and she never anticipated losing her mother. especially not in such a fast and abrupt way. they were close, yes, and she’ll always say that her mother was the best part of her, but they didn’t necessarily see enough of each other — except on the campaign trail — with leah in d.c. and candace at home in anchorage. she did agree to some holidays, more than she does now ( she hasn’t taken one since her mother died ) but not enough. 

and the sad thing is that i don’t think she’s learnt from that. not yet, anyway — she hasn’t allowed herself to properly process the loss, or the grief in a way to learn from that. eventually, she’ll learn to value her family more. but working and becoming better is the only thing that makes her last parent happy: the family legacy’s furtherance written into history with every way leontine a. morgan changes america.

bronze:  what historical period is your muse most interested in? what stoked this interest? or are they perhaps the type to look more towards the future?

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

Platinum  : what has been your muse’s proudest achievement to date ?

Reaching where she is now. At present, she’s the happiest she’s ever been, and is perhaps quite right to be proud of herself. Her career has reached higher than she ever hoped it would, and with the political trajectory of the moment, it has the opportunity to reach even higher. 

Sure, things might not be amazing with her brother just now, but she’s found herself a loving relationship and career success, a townhouse in London, and membership to the Society - which might not be an exclusively good thing, of course. She has her fair share of hang ups where that’s concerned, but she cannot deny the leg up it has given her. 

Copper  : what was your muse’s past like ? do they talk about their past or are they tight-lipped about such matters ?

Abigail believes her past has been utterly normal. Which, for the most part, it has. Most people might not take the trajectory she has, but they all have ups and downs in family and work life. Largely, she speaks freely about her past, and all the struggles and disappointments she’s made; including her earliest career, her unfortunate relationship with her father, her unusual brother, and all the rest. The only thing she’s reluctant to speak of is some of the finer details. Not everything she’s done has remained as moral and principled as she would have preferred. She doesn’t speak about the society, nor about the bribes she’s given and the favours she’s owed. Those are secrets between her and the soil, and though they eat at her, she tells herself they were necessary. 

Chocolate : does your character have a sweet tooth ?

Of course! Who doesn’t? There was a bakery back in Leith that she always frequented, and another independent shop around the corner from her place in London. She loves a fancy French patisserie when she’s abroad. In most things, she struggles not to indulge herself, and chocolate and creams fall very definitely into that category. 

Seychelles : what kind of sports does your muse practice ? are they good at it ?