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whiskey wasnt her poison of choice, it had a strong aftertaste and left a burn in her throat she didnt care for. somehow finding out that demons and monsters exist made it go down much better, fancy that. the blonde gave a small laugh, fixing her arms around his shoulders, her bare feet on the hard wood floor of her small townhouse had to go on her toes a bit to aid the height difference. “practically a natural,” she hummed, “you smell like whiskey.” @whiskeybroken from [ x ]
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Knightly Promises | Closed
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Claire, or rather Claude Novak was in her last year of being a squire to Sir Gordon. Of course, nobody, but one other person, knew that she was really a girl. No, women were not permitted to be trained in any kind of combat. But as a child, Claire was always learning how to shoot a bow or swinging around a wooden sword. She’d imitate the knights she watched training and apparently became quite good.
By the time she was 11, she was already going by the name Claude and hiding the fact that she was a girl. She wanted nothing more than to learn to be a knight. To fight and protect those she cared about.
It was a tradition that the royal family would choose a boy to sponsor for a knighthood. Sometimes, they made it. Other times, they couldn’t cut it and decided to give up as a page or squire.
She’d been chosen because she’d beat all the other boys in her town in a small tournament. A tournament that the royal family happened to attend. It seemed like the eldest of the young princes was rather interested, and as he was soon to be a page himself, probably thought they could be friends. He was the one to sponsor her for knighthood. Something she would not squander.
About a year later, she hadn’t been as careful as she thought she was while she was getting a bath and he’d wandered in. After some thoroughly awkward spluttering on both sides, Claire had kicked him out. They talked about it later that night. To this day, he’s the only one that knows her secret. However, a few nights ago, Sir Gordon had asked her to attend him in his tent on the field. It wasn’t uncommon for Knights to lie with their squires, especially on nights as cold as this one was. When she refused, politely of course, he took it upon himself to order her into his tent. That is how he found out. He’d opened her shirt and saw her bindings. His shock bought her enough time to get away from him and fix her clothes before being seen by anyone else.
But that wasn’t enough for him. Now, he was threatening her. Saying that he’d expose her if she refused to lie with him again. That he’d throw her into the middle of the camp showing her for what she was for all the men there to see.
So, for the last few days, she’s been trying to find a way out of this. A way to probably run away. But they were at war, and their camp was near the front lines. There wasn’t really anywhere for her to go and she wouldn’t put this burden on her single confidant.
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“I was talking about the moon, mind you.” Glossed corners curve into a smirk as her thumb swipes at the powdery remnants on Dean’s lips before snatching the pastry out of his hand. She then takes a bite, orbs twinkling mischievously in the process. “But, if you want to hear it so badly, you’re pretty adorable too.”
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“I’m sure… I’m sorry… it’s just… the last time I let myself fall for a pretty blonde she got ripped apart by hellhounds…” he doesn’t realize what he’s said until after he’s said it and his face flushes a slight red, but he gives her hand a squeeze, looking down at it. “I don’t mean to be a dick… sometimes it just happens,” he chuckles nervously.
Claire swallows hard and nods. “Tell me about her?” She asks softly, wanting to be able to soothe whatever part of him is hurting. “And I mean, I never would have guessed you could be a dick. Not ever,” She teases in a clearly sarcastic tone, trying to lighten the mood a little.
“These guys are bad MFs. And I’m talking about motherfuckers, if you didn’t know what MFs meant.”
“How much have you had to drink tonight?”
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@whiskeybroken SAID ❛ you know that i can’t do this . ❜
“No. You always have a choice. You’re simply choosing to deem me a monster and lock me away without any actual discussion. You could just as easily choose to free me.”
@whiskeybroken said: “Did you hit your head?”
hands raising instantly to rest against his head, at first not even registering that dean was speaking to him. he moved his fingers away from his head looking at his fingers seeing little dots of blood. “i..think..” he glanced up squinting slightly at dean, his vision fuzzy. “how did..demons get in here..?”
you were one of the very first countess blogs i interacted with on recklessdevotion (then xconflicted) and i have managed to keep coming back to you over and again. i truly enjoy when we catch up and chat and you will always hold a special place in donovan and i's hearts!!!!!!!! xo
LET’S CELEBRATE FOUR YEARS !! // @whiskeybroken
oof tbh them was the good ol’ early days of the ahs hotel fandom Dx i’m so glad we haven’t lost touch, and i’m honored that you like me enough to follow my blog again and again Dx ur amazing and i don’t deserve you.
