𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑﹗

#THREADSBARE:    a  hub  blog  for  several  independent,  private,  multi - muse  roleplay  sideblogs.  penned  by  teddy.  twenty - seven,  she / her,  est.

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muse a is a ruined nobleman whose late father bankrupted the estate through a series of increasingly embarrassing addictions and vices and scandals. muse b is the most popular debutante in england. he’s been in love with her for years, but has never said a word as he has nothing to offer. but this season, after putting it off for a handful of years, she’s declared it's time for her to find a husband. he smiles, congratulates her, wishes her luck. what else can he do? internally, however, his heart is cracking. he's about to lose her for good, without ever being brave enough to try. what he doesn't know is that she has always wanted him too---she's just done waiting for a man who's never going to come. ( wanted faces: my philip frossaint vs your aslihan malbora. )

muse a is the mischievous rakehell son of a good family, muse b is the dutiful and demure daughter of another. their parents are encouraging a courtship between them ( or maybe they've already been betrothed against their will ) but neither of them are thrilled about it. he finds her horribly dull, she finds him utterly ridiculous. he's fixated on the most enchanting lady he met at a recent masquerade, who he spent the night dancing and flirting with, but whose face he never saw. she's similarly pining for a scandalously charming gentleman who wooed her at the same ball---she just wishes she asked his name before the night ended! neither of them realize they're searching for each other while simultaneously avoiding each other. or are they simply unable to accept it? ( wanted faces: my giorgio belli vs your charithra chandran. )

muse a is a nobleman / untitled gentleman, muse b is the widow next door who he's been having a affair with for a handful of years. discreet, affectionate, and absolutely lovely, of course, but he knows it’s run its course. it's time for him to find a wife and settle down. but as he navigates the social and courts to the fresh crop of debutantes, his thoughts keep drifting back to her. it's preposterous---she's older than him, already has children, and - crucially - has sworn off marriage entirely after the death of her dreadful husband. she’s made it clear she wants her independence, and he respects her choice. and even if she was willing, the match would cause such a stir. and yet he can't picture a life with anyone else. ( wanted faces: my antonia thomas vs your sean teale. )

muse a is a nobleman's ' orphaned cousin ' and ward. meaning, of course, that she’s his bastard. her father did his duty by taking her in and raising her under his roof, but his health is rapidly declining, and her step-mother has always resented her. she's terrified that she'll be thrown into the streets when her father passes, and has resolved to marry the first eligible idiot she can con into asking for her hand. muse b is the potential idiot she's got in her sights. seemingly trusting and easy - going, with status and funds enough to provide for her. all she needs to do is make herself his perfect match, and she's always had a talent for playing her part. the hunt is on. ( wanted faces: my maddison jaizani vs your calahan skogman. )

muse a is a young lady recently wed to a nobleman, with little choice in the matter on her part. her husband is far older than her, treats her like a nuisance and a pet intermittently, and often leaves her alone for weeks at a time. she's miserable. and worse, she's lonely. so who can blame her, really, if her gaze keeps drifting to muse b---her husband's handsome young valet, who is gentle and courteous and treats her like a person, and seems to think she deserves a romance far better than the one she was forced into? and who can blame him if he looks back? her husband is hardly going to notice. ( wanted faces: my steve sanghyun noh vs your amelia gething. )

         for years now, he’d travelled mostly alone. following the stars, hunting old clues and tracking ancient relics far and wide. trust had been shattered long ago – scars that lined skin and muscle nothing but a reminder. but that worn silver chain still sits around his neck, pendant hidden under layers of fabric. a relic far more important to him than any artefact pulled from ancient ruins. trust may be gone from the world – but those memories would never shift. always tied safely in place, despite the ending he feared to remember. 

         “ none of your business. ”  eyes study the mask from where he stands, hands half-raised. expression holds a deep frown, hate for an empire behind them. – they’d never stop. ruins like these were no place for such violence. it was a shame to see all those that’d fallen to nothing but dust by hands too full of greed for care.  a dead man’s face.   scarred features only narrow further at the words, heavy gaze bearing into detailed mask.  “ – if i were dead, i wouldn’t be standin’ here. what use does the empire have for a place as ancient as this? ”

 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤   𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬   𝐚   𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬   𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫 ,   but   there   is   no   concealing   the   fury   in   her   voice ,   the   tremble   in   her   hands .     ❛     LIES !     ❜     snarls   the   girl   who   was   once   kali   qin ,   &   the   desperation   in   the   word   is   unmistakable .   how   dare   this   .  .  .   this   IMPOSTOR   come   to   haunt   her   so ?   (   an   eerie   vision   in   the   night ,   a   stark   reminder   of   her   darkest   deed .   amala   has   her   fair   share   of   ghosts ,   already .   she   hardly   needs   one   more .   )   she   stalks   forward   --   thump ,   thump ,   thump   go   her   boots ,   cape   flaring   out   behind   her   --   club   pointed   at   the   fraud ,   &   fights   the   urge   to   STRIKE   HIM   DOWN   where   he   stands .   she   needs   answers ,   first .   only   then   shall   she   have   her   revenge .