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heeey, just to inform you guys that i will be in hiatus for two weeks, something just got out of my control and i don't have the mind right now to write anything. so sorry for this!! and thanks for understanding!!

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hey guys!! still alive, just a little busy with ooc things! prob next week i return with my replies and maybe some opens (hopefully ~fingers crossed)

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he nodded, comprehension in his face. "in seven days, it'll be over." but he knew, even if the treatment was over, there were a lot of things to be done once the were married. he also knew, however, that he would not leave her side and stand with or for her. as her husband, but also as her friend. "not at all. you'll be the lady of the house. i think it's better for you to meet your new home." not as fancy as a castle, not the tile of marchioness, but it was all that he could offer now, besides his father's armies. "i will wait for you and your chaperone at the carriage at the front, alright?" looking at her, he smiled again. "see you in a bit." reaching for her hand only to place a small kiss, before leaving to arrange everything with his secretary.

"I know. And I appreciate it, it's just not something that I am used to." Endora had always been the sister that had been able to slide by unnoticed, and most of the time she liked it. She was quiet, reserved, much preferring to have people talk about her art than talk about her or fuss over her. And she had definitely never imagined that she'd be talking about war or making deals to get herself some kind of an army. But her sisters could be dead and someone needed to get her home back. "Do you mind if I say yes? We're not going to inconvenience or upset anyone by visiting?" She really did want to see her future home.

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"alright, alright, you win." hearing her laugh made daiyu smile -- even if it was momentary, it made feel better to make her less sad. although somi's face came back to a more serious expression, her eyes lighted up as soon as she heard the other's words, starting to jump in hapiness. "you are the best!!! i love you so so so so much, thank you, thank you, thank you." daiyu opened her arms, trying to hug her. "i promise i won't bother you after tonight! oh man, it's going to be so good! do you have your outfit in mind? i thought about going with that black dresse that i love, what you think?"

" not my fault you claimed the dog too early. the holiday house will be the only thing to cure my heartbreak from losing the dog. " somi laughed for a moment and forgot about why she was even trying to keep daiyu at a distance anyway. but it all came back, flooded her and wiped the smile that had been playing on her lips. " i- i will go with you. tonight. i'll go but then i just need some time alone with my thoughts. i can't talk about it, i just need time to wrap my head around things, okay? "

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"i just hope we're not in some weird horror cenario. because, until now, it seems like." she rushed herself to hold millie's arms, the cold getting her to tremble her lips. she signed, nodding. "many valid answers. but c'mon, we have three guys in this trip, they could be better than letting us came here by ourselfs." as they came near the car, terese felt somehow a relief -- it meant that they could get the supplies and just run back to the winter house. "next time, we stay will stay at home and watch any movie while we eat popcorn." she opened the dor, getting the bags with some groceries. the sound they made echoed, and then, a sound of some cracking made teresa turn. "di-did you hear that?" her voice was low, searching the area with her eyes.

There was relief in Millie as Teresa voiced some of her own concerns. She had been afraid to be laughed at but it was unsettling, how quiet everything was. "Right?" she said eagerly, in a whisper, the validation of her feelings washing over her. "I've been out in the woods before and it has never been like that." A huff came out of her as Teresa pointed the very obvious problem with this, them having been put in charges of the supplies. "Because we can't say no? Because we're easy to exploit? Because everyone else picked out on how creepy this place was but us?" The words were said with a small laugh, trying to move past how scared she was begging to be.

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"it's nice to meet both of you, sirs." adelaide was a demure woman, but as a duchess, she knew she had to make her part at the social area. the surprise in her face, plus her relatives giggles about the new information were noted, the gentle smile in her face becoming a little bigger. "your brother was very kind to invite us all to his ball, sir fitzwilliam. as i was saying to my dear mother, it is a lovely night." she glanced at the big salon, the soft music playing in the back. "and do not worry, we all see that the both of you are two gentlemen, coming here just to greet us." the others with her agreed, gesturing positively with their heads. "all that's left is for them to invite us to dance, dear" her mother said, making adelaide blush, chuckling in embarrassment. "mother." said the dowager duchess in a low voice. "i'm so sorry. please, don't listen to her. you don't have to take us to dance."

His plans had been to disappear after someone had spotted him. That way he could say that he had made an appearance and that he was trying... especially when his brother was the one throwing the whole thing. Though it had brought all 9 of the Erikson siblings back together for a few weeks and that had been fun. "You as well. Oh, my older brother Oliver." Gesturing to his brother with a smile before he looked around. "We're Blake's brothers but don't hold that against us." A bright tone to his voice, their older brother was well loved in this area and this world.

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seeing the way her father was when drunk made her develop a lot of traumas. seeing ian like that and acting weird made her revive some old memories. breathing ou slowly, her eyes that were in the road turn to see his hand reaching hers before looking at the way again. "i know you did." her voice was calm, even though she was hurt by his actions during the dinner. "but you did not have to. you are fine being just yourself." she pouted. "i like the sober ian better than the drunk one. he has more regard for me." however, it was too late for her to complain. the damage was already made and she would only know the consequences the next day.

the way she looked at him tugged at his heart strings, even in this state, and he wished there was something that he could do to take this back. ian stumbled back to the car with his hand in hers and he couldn't help the guilt that was taking over him in this moment. he fell into the passenger seat and sighed. he deserved that. whatever she threw in his direction was certainly called for. he'd give her that much.

after buckling up, his head lulled in their direction and nodded in agreement. "promise." he muttered, his hand reaching for hers. "'m sorry. i just wanted to fit in so bad."

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"it will. they are just worried about your well being." even though they were sort of distant from the castle's land, being at the duchy of bedford, all the kingdom heard about their cousin's betrayal. especially them, as they were always loyal to the crown. so, as he knew, his mother probrably had made the arrangements for her to be as comfortable as possible. "well, this will be our residence someday, when my father passes." he looked at the big mansion. "but, by now, we will live near. it's just a bit smaller place, that will be yours to do as you please. it's in the march of tavistock." he gazed at her, soft smile. "it's just a couple of hours from here, we can visit, if you're not tired."

Endora smiled softly and nodded at his words, "Thank you. Though I would appreciate losing the glass part. I'm fine, really. Or I will be." One day she might feel comfortable talking about what it had been like stuck in that castle and how she had felt but for now she just had to try and keep moving forward. She dropped her hands as he let go and she gestured towards the house, "So then-- will this be our home or do you have your own lodgings?" She had only been here once, a long time ago.

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he saw the reaction of the other man, not containing a giggle when she stepped on his foot. with her more closer, he took a step, to be in front of her. "nice job." he said to her in a low voice. with a more firm pose, he looked down at the other. benjamin was a few inches taller and being a little more muscular, he knew the fear he caused. "and you, sir, i hope you start to treat well any lady that you encounter. especially my lady, as i'm not nice as seem." a condescending smile appeared. with his hand still attached to the woman, he turned around and started to walk to his sister stand.

"are you okay, miss?" he asked her when they were near the stall. "angelica, bring her some water, please." he said as soon as he saw his sister, who rushed to do what her told her to. "i'm benjamin. me or my sister can escort you to your house, if you wish."

the weight that came off her shoulders nearly knocked her down. what a relief that this stranger went along with her charade. how terrible it could have turned out if objected to helping her. for a split second, she hesitated. was it wise to seek another man whilst escaping another? still, she had two options, stay with the man attempting to grope her or go with the man offering his hand. the choice seemed simple then.

fiona grabbed the other's hand and held onto it tightly. it was now her lifeline. now that she had an out, fiona nodded her head, stomping her foot down on her assailant's foot. perhaps not the wisest of actions. "thank you, darling." she pulled herself towards her savior.

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"so... funny history. i don't know kelly." helena giggle, looking at the other. it's been several minutes since she said a word to her. "but i'm glad she made you came here and you accidentally sat at my table. it's been wonderful to her about you, flora." who did not like a pretty girl with a pretty voice? "taking the cue, my name is actually helena, not beatrice. it's really nice to meet you."

open to anyone. muse: flora whitlock. 28 years old. bisexual. she/her. baker. plot: you’re supposed to be on a blind date with someone but you sat down at the wrong table and i haven’t been able to get a word in edgewise to tell you that and it’s been thirty minutes.

"and that," flora finally pauses to grab her coffee after several minutes of rambling on, bringing it to her lips for a quick sip since all the anxious talking had dried her mouth out, "is how i know kelly. so, tell me, how do you know her and why did she rope you into this?"

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"great, 'cause i'm not so good at this." he said in a funny tone, starting to walk slowly with the other. "it's a pleasure to meet you, noa. i'm gabriel. gabriel ahn." looked at her for a few seconds, before looking back at the way. "i have some suits and dress shoes. mine's are getting old. and as business man, i can look ugly. at least, that's what my assistant said." he giggles. he liked shopping? no. but, even he knew his clothes were not 'heir's material'.

noa wasn’t sure how she managed to get lucky enough to have chosen him to cling onto to get her out of that situation, but she certainly wasn’t going to complain. “ really? great, thank you! I’m a great shopper, you’re lucky to have me. i’m noa, but the way. ”

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coraline never intended to marry another but alexander. as a hopeless romantic herself, when they were engaged, she truly believed that he was the one for her. but then, the war started. and everything was different. he was different, wanting to go to war. and what was she supposed to do, if not crying about his life and the loss of what could be their life. being left was all that was left for her.

it was years for her to recover. if she ever did, precisely. her father respected her grief, but could not hold anymore -- she was getting old and she needed to be wed by the end of the day. he could not bare that she became a spinster, being his only daughter. so he arranged her, her marriage. not with an unknown figure, but alexander's brother himself. he made the arrangements with his family and, clear as day, they were engaged. later, she found out his younger brother alwaus had a thing for her, but never did anything because she was promised to alex. until she wasn't anymore.

now, she was going to meet his family formaly. again. what she could not see was that she would face alexander again, standing at the front hall. she froze, eyes surprised to see him. alive. still looking the same, but with some more years, and the effects of war in his face. holding his brother's arm, all she could do was give him a small and soft smile, bowing down. "it's lovely to see that you are well, milord." could the third part sense the atmosphere? she did not know.

open to: ladieees (the woman alex was once engaged to) connection: after a broken engagement and years at war, alex finds himself face-to-face with y/m, who was once supposed to be his future wife. duty pushed him to join the war despite her pleas to stay with her, so naturally, everything went to hell. now a couple of weeks after he's returned from war, his younger brother throws a family dinner, for his family to finally meet his future wife. and surprise, surprise, it's y/m m: lord alexander blackwood ; 30+ yrs olds ; nobleman & former military for the crown

alex stood on the front steps of blackwood estate, gazing out over the sprawling countryside of yorkshire. the winds were cooler here, less stifling than the heat he had known on the front lines, but the tension in his chest was no less oppressive. he had returned from war a couple of weeks ago, battered and bruised—not just in body, but in soul. the invitation to dinner at his family’s estate seemed like a lifeline at the time. his brother had written him, brimming with excitement about introducing the family to his future wife. but now, as alex stood in front of the grand entrance, hands buried deep in the pockets of his coat, he felt an unease that had nothing to do with the cold wind sweeping across the estate grounds. he took a deep breath and entered, the familiar grandeur of blackwood’s high ceilings and polished floors offering little comfort. the grand dining hall loomed ahead, a fire already crackling in the massive hearth. the long oak table was set, silverware gleaming under the chandelier’s light. their mother fussed over the final touches, rearranging vases of flowers as though they hadn’t been set just perfectly by the servants hours ago.

"alex, dear, you're early," she said, giving him a warm smile as he entered.

he nodded, forcing a smile. "i thought i’d have a drink before everyone arrives."

"good idea," she said, smoothing her apron before disappearing through one of the side doors.

the estate felt both comforting and alien after years away. everything was just as he had left it—familiar and untouched by the passing time. everything except for him. war had made sure of that. pouring himself a drink from the sideboard, alex leaned against the stone mantel, staring into the fire. he hadn’t seen his brother since before he had left for war. they had exchanged letters, of course, but words on paper didn’t fully capture how much time had passed or how much had changed. his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the large front doors opening, his brother’s booming voice echoing through the halls. alex’s heartbeat quickened. he straightened, setting his glass down just as the footman entered to announce the new arrivals. his brother entered first, as expected—bright-eyed, grinning from ear to ear. there was no mistaking his enthusiasm. the war had hardly touched him, and in moments like this, alex envied that naivety, that sense of life still being easy and bright.

and then... she entered.

alex froze, every muscle tensing as though he’d been hit by a blast. time seemed to slow, and the noise of the room—the laughter, the clatter of dishes—faded into a distant hum. the woman on his brother's arm was her. the woman he once loved. the woman he was supposed to marry before the war.

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the touch of henrietta's hand made luce closes her eyes, biting her lower lip before opening it again. she looks at the ring the other is playing, her heart speeding its rhythm. being wanted was what she always dreamed about, dark brown orbes staring again at her, the winterboune nodded softly. "it's okay." with her free palm, she reached herientta's face, her thumb caressing her shining cheek.

"i... i've never been kissed." she said -- even though the other knew, she knew everything about her. "i... want my first kiss to be yours." she admitted, her voice lower as she got closer to her best friend. "please, be... be my first kiss."

it seemed that once the truth came out that it refused to go back in. henrietta's tears dried, though her cheeks remained shiny with the remnants. soft hands sought out lucinda's. she played with the engagement ring on the other's ring finger. it was beautiful, to be sure, but it looked wrong on her best friend's hand. "i do. i want you." henrietta paused before taking a breathe. "i am going to kiss you...is that okay? and...if you feel absolutely nothing, we will carry on like this never happened, and you will marry albert and i will still be your best friend."

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"in a wood like this, it's actually strange that is so... quiet." teresa said in a low voice, looking around. just snow, them and the night. "remind me again why us, both girls, had to come collect the supplies in the car?"

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"It’s the silence that scares me." It was unusual and it felt deeper than any silence she ever heard before, the sound of their breathing being the only thing heard.

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she wasn't supposed to be there. her kids were still young and she was a simple widow duchess who did not intend to marry again. but upon her mother's request, she just couldn't say no. looking at the ball, she felt a little nostagia from when she was younger and just a debutante. "it's a lovely evening." she mumbles to the other ladies, before realizing the movement to where she was with them. her eyes meeting the two gentleman, she smiled, before her mother taking the lead. "it's a pleasure, milord." she bowed. "i'm lady hellen, these are my sisters, lady angeline and lady rita. and this-" the older indicate with both her hands. "is my daughter, lady adelaide." adelaide, then, greeted them. "pleased to meet you, sir fitzwilliam and sir..." she looked at the other gentleman, who had not introduced himself.

Open to muses 30+ (historical AU. please don’t like my starters. please read my rules before replying.)

There was a time when Fitzwilliam would have been able to avoid events like this one. He didn’t hate the marriage season, but the last few years whenever he had chosen to show up it was all about the latest gossip. And unfortunately he had been the brunt of it since being widowed. But now his girls were old enough to know what all of the parties and festivals meant and as soon as he’d been dragged along one of his brothers had disappeared with his daughters. Leaving another brother to lead him off to where this group was sitting and he finally put it together. “I’m going to kill you,” he muttered to his brother under his breath, hiding it behind a smile. A smile that only brightened at the other person, “Hi, I’m Fitzwilliam.”

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she was serious, more than she could admit. her eyes,, though, that a glimpse of sadness as she look at the other. yanne knew this was going to end sometime, she just didn't thought it would be that hard. "uhn, i... i don't know how to say this." she put her hair behind her ear --- in years as a agent, she had a lot of goodbyes, some were nothing and other's were tough. "i have to... travel abroad for some months..." or, forever. "it's going to be a remote place, so i won't have service." she signed. "i'm sorry it's so last minute, i never thought they would select me to this volunteer job." even though she felt as she was saying, the words were already scripted and rehearsed.

"i came to say a 'see you sometime soon', friend."

open to: mutuals and non-mutuals 21+

muse: conrad hawkins. 29. heterosexual. history professor.

connection: open for assumption.

“Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?” A light laughter rumbles through Conrad’s throat, eyes focused on the paperwork strewn messily across his desk. His index scratches his temple, trying to process the words in front of him with mindless mumbles. It wasn’t like them to drop by unannounced, speaking in vague and mysterious terms.

A weighted silence spans between them, garnering Conrad’s attention now. It’s impossible to ignore the shift in the room. His eyes lift to meet theirs, eyebrows knitted together in confusion and his head tilting to the side, as if a look alone could analyze their thoughts. His previous question was lighthearted, practically banter, but the tension closing in around them has him second-guessing. This time, when he repeats himself, it comes out as a wounded murmur, “Why does it feel like you’re saying goodbye?”

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it was a long time since nadine felt something other than guilt or sadness. the things with victor were already cold long before everything happened. she smiled that the other, not containing her hiccups, trying to do what he was saying her to - but it was working. "i-i..." a hiccup. "it's not..." another one. "stopping!" she laughed, not really worried about it. it was fun, having the night with him. "how would... you scare... me?" the speech was interrupted by her hiccups and spasms, but this did not stop her to tease him.

open to: anyone.

featuring: eugene calhoun, twenty-five, bisexual, aspiring journalist.

plot: chasing a lead to the story that he believes will make him be taken seriously at the newspaper he works at, eugene has been trying to get close to your muse at a bar, someone who he knows is involved somehow in the story. however, after one too many drinks, he's completely lost focus of why he started talking to them in the first place.

"no, you gotta- you gotta hold your breath." with his rosy cheeks cupped within his palms, eugene leaned forwards onto the sticky bar counter and watched fondly as his company for the evening fought against a bout of hiccups. whatever questions he had about the story had long since vanished, instead replaced with tipsy ponderings on if their lips felt as soft as they looked or if they'd be able to see how much he'd been sweating if he lifted his arms up an inch too much. it'd been weeks since he'd had a relaxing evening, he was too hard on himself when working on a project and against his better judgement, he believed that building a relationship with someone so involved in the story would come to be a benefit to him. "you- oh, wait no, try again." he frowned as they interrupted him with a hiccup, then let his mouth spread into a grin and giggled when another left them jolting in their seat. "you want me to scare you or something? i can- i can try!"