#sadderforit

love / sexuality / relationship headcanons

sibella wants children like she wants the plague: not at all. she acknowledges that they’re “““mandatory””” for a wife to fulfill her duties, but sacrificing the limited amount of freedom she has to watch kids AND potentially giving up her sweet bod?? uhh pass. she doesn’t even like to think of herself has been much older than a child, and that youth is meaningful to her, so to have children will mean an aging she cannot deny and a responsibility she can never shirk. she’d have to care about for these children for the rest of her life, and she hates even the thought of that.

Alpha holds up a backless dress, a new creation. The design has it where it sparkles in the right kind of light. “Here, try this on,” she offers. “I think it will look nice on your frame.”

J U S T M O N I K A

Grelle sees her from across the room, head-to-toe in red like a waking dream, an echo from the past. She is so strikingly like her that for a second, Grelle forgets to breathe -- dumbstruck like she’s been slapped across the face with her own poor decisions. But this woman isn’t Ann; her jaw too strong, her hair too long and wild, even if that playful smile is awfully similar, even if the click of her boots is too familiar on the polished floor.

No. Grelle lights herself a cigarette as she drags her gaze away from the woman to the man she’s with. He’s the one she’s here for, tall and handsome and ultimately doomed.

A shame, really. Smoke curls up from her cigarette and she looks up at them from under long false lashes, her own hair loose and bright ginger around her shoulders. To most, she is there as a party guest; unable to wear the dress she wanted (William’s orders), but in attire that is on the most feminine side of masculine all the same. To the man with the escort on his arm, Grelle is here as a harbinger of death.

The poor fellow. She checks the death list again; he’s not scheduled for another two hours, and so she waits out on the balcony. Smoking, drinking, mingling--- standing slightly too close to that lady in red. Beautiful and elegant and familiar.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA