Lady Lola

But the kid looks a whole lot like me and you’re slowly intrigued by mean mysterious me. Suddenlyt shit happens and we fall in love but I don’t tell you that I love you, but then news of me looking a bride and there’s parties and whatever

turns out I love you, and we might be getting married also that kid from earlier is mine from an affair years ago

“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”

“ were you with him/her? ” 

“ why is she/he calling you? ”

“ do they know we’re together? ”

“ were you with him/her? ”

“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”

“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”

“ i know you were with her/him ”

“ you belong to me ”

“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”

“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”

“im NOT jealous ”

“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”

“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”

“ you’re too good for her/him  ”

“is there someone else?”

“ you were flirting with them ”

“ they were flirting with you ”

“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”

“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”

“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”

Overheard in the Bedroom

Alistair gave the slightest wave of his hand to show how much he didnt believe in the young woman’s logic. No, his beliefs were much focused on the purity. Or the heartbreak that came from Desmond’s mother running off with a Scotman years ago. “The scottish corrupts the English throne.” He said simply. “You’ve seduced the French to take your queen. And now you seek our crown too. There is simply no honor amongst you.”

Send me “zzz…” to overhear something my muse says in their sleep

Desmond never spoke about James. It was the thing that shifted him away from the beliefs generally held by the court, and most of the people in England. One form of Christianity or another, Desmond believed in none. After James. He murmured something non distinct, sounding disturbed as if his dreams were turning unpleasant.

When he became restless Lola decided to wake him, she shook him gently and whispered his name softly, “Desmond…Desmond, my love. Wake up”. She kissed his cheek gently, “Desmond, love, wake up. It’s just a bad dream, beloved, you’re safe”

Send me “zzz…” to overhear something my muse says in their sleep

“feeling used, but i’m still missing you”

“just wanna feel your kiss against my lips”

“i can’t see the end of this”

“it hurts me every time i see you”

“all this time is passing by, and i still can’t seem to tell you why”

“i hate you”

“i love you”

“i hate that i love you”

“i realise how much i need you”

“you want her, you need her”

“i don’t want to, but i can’t put nobody else above you.”

“and i will never be her.”

“i miss you when i can’t sleep.”

“i still got sands in my sweater from nights we don’t remember.”

“fucked around and got attached to you.”

“do you miss me like i miss you?”

“you wouldn’t like that shit.”

“friends can break your heart too.”

“i’m always tired, but never of you.”

“i got these feelings but you never mind that shit.”

“you’re still in love with me, but your friends don’t know.”

“i don’t mean no harm.”

“you ever wonder what we could’ve been?”

“if you wanted me, you would just say so.”

“you say you wouldn’t and you fucking did.”

“lie to me.”

“lie with me.”

“if i were you i would never let me go,”

“now all my drinks and my feelings are all fucking mixed.”

“i know that i control my thoughts”

“always missing people that i shouldn’t be missing.”

“i guess this is moving on.”

“i should stop reminiscing.”

“i learned from my dad it’s good to have feelings.”

“sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just to create some distance”

“everyone i do right does me wrong”

“all alone, i watch you watch her”

“you don’t care, you never did”

“she’s the only girl you ever see”

“how is it you never notice that you are slowly killing me?”

“you don’t give a damn about me”

“Your eyes did.” Lucian reasoned. He laughed. “Oh I know all about the coronation, sweetheart. And about the press. Dear old dad wasn’t happy when the press snooped on me. Good that I don’t have his name.” He rambled before returning to the question she asked. “No worries, Lady Lola. I am here with invitation. From him.” Lucian grinned when the dark haired man no other than Sebastian, walked to him and embraced him. “Only natural, right Lola? For one bastard to embrace another?” 

It was the mention of his father and they context in which he said it what sparked her curiosity, “Why would the press be snooping on your life? Who is your father”. She was about to ask him all her new questions when Bash came in and she watched the two of them hug like they were long time friends. “Wait..you know each other?”, she asked mostly to Bash, “And what do you mean one bastard to embrace another?”. Lola hated when people call Bash like that and was always ready to come to his defense and knock some nobles down a notch. 

Lucian merely chuckled. “Hello Lola, nice to meet you to even though you are so convinced I’m sort of scum or something.” he said. Lucian watched as she got out of the pool, seeing as the water cascading down her body but he bit his lower lip. “Fact check me? Hmmm how tempting. Be careful, Lola. You might find out fun things about me.” He grinned. 

Lucian raised a brow when she was close and he almost laughed. “Who are you and who allowed you to be here?” He asked in return. “You know, I’d usually start with a ‘hello’ or 'Nice to meet you’. It tends to make people more willing to talk,” he added with a small grin. “I’m Lucian Travers, who are you?”

Lola gave him an ‘I’m not amuse’ look and sighed, “Well, I might be friendlier with strangers that waltz in while i’m swimming, when there’s not a flock of vultures out the palace doors dying for a scoop on the future King”. Lola was fiercely loyal and Francis was the guy Mary loves and therefore someone close to Lola that she feels the need to protect.