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Hey all! Don’t worry, I’m here. I had to spontaneously move apartments this last week and it was INTENSE. Give me another day or two to adjust and I’ll be around to reply. <3

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His annoyed expression made the young woman wince quietly. Bright blue hues quickly glanced over him, looking over at his cane. Oh dear, he was one of THOSE wealthy folks. The ones she had seen advertised in magazines she secretly bought for herself behind her adopted mother’s back. Before her and her adopted parents packed their bags, and bought property to open up a new bed-n-breakfast. Their large home was open to guests staying for a few short days, and one of their guests was a wealthy man; dressed exactly like the one that stood before her. And probably had the same dull personality, too. Every time she seen the man, it was very difficult not to just punch him. He was…very opinionated when it came to her being a woman. “Thank you,” She said, taking the painting from him and carefully folded it, slipping it inside her skirt pocket. “Middle class, actually. Or is it second class?” Her gaze shifted to the floor, thinking for a moment. Her eyes immediately looked at a shiny deck flooring, raising a brow. Were the first class deck flooring shinier than second class? Suppose some of the first class had expected the flooring to be far more shinier than their shoes. She shrugged, looking back at the man with a smile. “Well, I was at the middle class dock. And well, my painting slipped from my grasp. So, I climbed over to the first class and well, here we are.” Jules chuckled softly, her pale cheeks turned a little pink, beginning to fiddle with her fingers. Jules was already cursing at herself for speaking to him, worried he may even have her arrested for trespassing onto first class. “N-N-Normally I do not paint people; more so landscape. But there isn’t much inspiration currently, and I so happen saw this redheaded woman from afar. And thought to myself; ‘Wow, her hair is gorgeous and is almost as beautiful as a Gibson Girl.’ Always wanted to have such a beautiful hair color, but unfortunately I was cursed with being a blonde. I heard redheads have more fun than a blonde. Do you think that’s true?”

• ▆▆▆▆▆▆▆▆     R M S    T I T A N I C,  1 9 1 2     ▆▆▆▆ • • • •      Honestly? He wished she would leave him alone already. Torn between wanting to turn away himself and wanting to report her for trespassing on first class territory, Caledon instead concluded to remaining quiet, his beaten in politeness getting the better of the man. It was difficult for him to appear dramatic in public, if ever, as it was very demeaning. And Caledon Hockley was anything but. “It’s second class, I believe,” he corrected her, having raised his brows and adjust his stance to lean further on his cane as she spoke. Yes. Second class. A place she clearly belonged.      Inhaling slowly through his nose, the cool sea air refreshing him momentarily, the man soon drew his brow eyes back to the young woman. Granted, she was a handsome thing. Underclass, obviously, but no less attractive. Blonde hair was quite pure on a woman, though he couldn’t say that most blonde girls were as innocent as all that. She seemed naïve, however, compared to even the most dull of her class. Maybe it was due to her stuttering.      He pressed his lips together, glancing around the quiet deck that was first class, which appeared to be more relaxed then the others, when something the woman said suddenly caught his attention. “A redheaded woman?” He asked promptly, furrowing his brow. “--and how long ago did you see this woman?” He continued, but then was caught off guard by her question girl on. More fun? He scoffed in amusement, smirking a little and flexing his fingers against the top of his cane. “The most fun a girl should be having is dining out, or--” He raised his brows then, relaxed. “Or setting a table for tea. Perhaps shopping?”      

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vastatarosa​:

𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚂   𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁’𝚂   𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙰   𝙾𝙵   𝙰   𝚂𝚄𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚁   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙽𝙾𝚃   𝙰𝚂   𝙱𝙰𝙳   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈   𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃.  her   curiosity   peaked   when   he   spoke   about   titanic,   she   was   aware   that   he   knew   of   thomas   andrews   who   designed   the   ship,   she   wishes   that   she   had   such   talent.   “   it   will   be   interesting,   my   mother   was   telling   me   that   it   is   apparently   the   biggest   ship   in   the   world,   it   will   be   interesting   to   see.   ”   

her   eyes   were   focused   on   the   people   in   the   room   trying   to   spot   anybody   she   knew   but   she   did   not.   she   was   quiet   and   obedient,   especially   towards   her   mother,   and   now   she   will   be   obedient   to   cal   as   well.   her   hand   still   held   his   arm   wishing   that   they   would   be   walking   outside,   away   from   everybody.   perhaps   they   had   time   for   that   after   dinner,   all   she   could   do   was   try   her   best   with   adjusting   to   this   new   proposition.   “   might   i   suggest   a   walk   outside   after   dinner   with   the   two   of   us   ?   ”   she   speaks   low,   her   gaze   now   shifting   to   him,   “   if   i   am   truthful   it   is   rather   stuffy   in   here.   ”   after   all,   they   would   be   on   a   ship   for   a   few   days   so   she   would   see   nothing   but   sea.   

“   are   you   looking   forward   to   returning   to   america   ?   ”   she   asks,   the   thoughts   of   leaving   england   makes   her   anxious   to   return   home.   “   being   here   with   you   –   ”   it   was   her   attempt   of   being   affectionate,   “–   has   been   rather   wonderful.   ”   she   knew   who   was   going   to   be   on   titanic,   she   would   try   and   attempt   to   make   some   friends.   

their   table   has   been   set,   she   ponders   what   she   would   order   for   dinner,   she   was   quite   indecisive.   “   i   will   have   what   you   are   having.   i   am   simply   want   to   get   to   know   you   more,   it’s   the   least   i   can   do.   you   have   been   very   kind.   ”

       ///      N o r t h a m p t o n   O p e r a   H o u s e ,   1 9 1 2            He enjoyed exceptional things. And Titanic was, at the moment, the grandest ship in history. So for him not to take up investment in the White Star Line was foolish;  it was booming, as would the rest of his stock by the time they reached New York. “Yes,” he said. “I’m eager to see how the staterooms compare to the hotels in London. You remember how fine they were, don’t you?” He had asked, as he spent a small amount of time with Rose and her mother not two weeks ago in the city, to which he appropriately paid for their stay.      The two of them wandered into a grand, however private, ballroom. Tables were adorned with fine china and wine had begun to be poured;  Cal yearned for a glass. having heard her questions, however, the ma continued to escort his fiancee to their table, where he lowered the arm she held and instead pulled out her seat. As she sat, he spoke;  a short laugh, polite, but condescending. “You don’t want to walk here, Rose,” he insisted, moving now to his own seat directly beside her. Lifting his hand to the waiter, signaling for his and Rose’s glass to be tended too.       Once filled and in his hand, Caledon took a brief sip of red wine and glanced once to Ruth, who sat across from him when Rose spoke of dinner. She would have what he was having? The two exchanged a look of surprise, when her mother chimed in with a polite scoff. “Rose,” said she. “You’ll have what Mr. Hockley orders for you. He is so kind as to treat us tonight.” Smiling firmly, looking to his fiancee again as the waiter awaited their orders, Caledon promptly obliged and said; “---I will have the filet mignon and she will have the lamb.” He raised his brows, his expression still rather kind. “You like lamb, don’t you?”

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Scene of near panic as hundreds of bewildered investors gather at the New York Stock Exchange on Black Tuesday during the Wall Street stock market crash, United Press International, October 29, 1929.

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Palais Royal, New York City | 1920s

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        //  R M S   T i t a n i c ,   A p r i l   1 9 1 2      The sea was especially chilled today. He suspected they were moving rapidly North, no doubt attempting to speed up their arrival time into New York City;  the headlines would make history if they would arrive early, pleasing Mr. Ismay and proceeding Titanic’s anticipated reputation. It made no differenced to him, however, because the luxuries on this ship were quite exceptional with the single flaw that.. his fiancee was nowhere to be found, at present. He must’ve just missed her, however, as Lovejoy had only seen her minutes before. How Rose could avoid him so smoothly was concerning, at the very least.      Pressing his lips together firmly at the thought, Caledon leaned briefly on the fine, dark oak cane he donned in his right fist;  he peered out along the skyline of the Atlantic, as though to study it. However, it wasn’t long before some commotion caught his attention. People murmuring and exclaiming not some feet away, towards the three railings leading down to a second class deck. And then, something touched his pant leg.

     Glancing down at the paper that fluttered against him , Caledon reached down to take the parcel in his fingers. Tilting his head and turning the paper so he could observe the artwork there, he was surprised to find that adorned it. ‘Rose?’ He thought. Raising his brows, as her location had been confirmed by this --- mystery drawing, which was ok at best. And then a voice sounded above the breeze of the ocean and the words of his fellow first class. A girl.      Clearing his throat, a very mild look of annoyance on his face, Cal offered the paper back to the young woman, before straightening his posture again and looking down on her. “You sketch from the lower deck then?” He asked, thinking more out loud than anything. If she drew down there, she should stay there.          //  @murdrcsimmctal​

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Jules had just finished painting, sitting on one of the benches on the middle class deck. The blonde enjoyed painting, a great way for her to escape from reality. But she had a struggle on what to paint exactly; there was not much worth while to paint besides a huge body of water. As she looked around for inspiration, a redhead standind on the upper deck caught her attention. Wow, she’s so beautiful. Jules spent about almost over two hours on her painting. It was the longest one she ever worked on, but Jules didn’t care. She wanted to add every detail to it, making sure it looked per - “Shit!” The sudden breeze flew the piece of paper off of her lap, travelling onto the first class deck. “Dammit!” She cursed to herself, gripping onto the edge of the deck. Her feet pressed against the wall, as she climbed over onto the uppder deck. Passengers of the first class exclaimed in surprise, watching the young girl climb over. She flashed them a nervous smile, and ran down the deck. Jules had hoped she would be able to get the painting before anyone…oh dear. A well dressed man stood in front of her, holding the painting. Her cheeks turned red, pressing her lips together. Her eyes nervous looked him over, before shyly looking down at the ground. Clearing her throat, she took a step toward him, smiling softly. “Uh, c-c-could I have that back, please?”

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vastatarosa​:

    𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴   𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴   𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁   𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴   𝙸𝚂   𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃,   𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴   𝙰   𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙾𝚄𝚂   𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴,   𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺   𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈.   there   were   endless   rules   to   proper   etiquette   in   first   class   society   she   had   to   obey,   this   time   it   was   no   different,   it   was   something   she   was   used   to.   when   her   mother   first   suggested   the   idea   of   being   married   to   someone   that   she   barely   knew,   she   tried   not   to   be   worried   and   to   open   her   heart   up   to   him.   it   was   as   if   there   was   a   heavy   guard   shielding   herself   but   she   could   not   understand   why.   “   did   you   enjoy   the   opera   ??   i   thought   it   was   quite   beautiful.   ”   there   were   raw   emotions   in   the   singer’s   voice   attached   to   its   story,   her   eyes   and   attention   solely   focused   on   the   words.   many   times   she   had   to   wipe   her   eyes.

her   makeup   had   stayed   in   tact,   she   always   tried   her   best   to   make   sure   it   was   natural   otherwise   her   mother   would   scold   her.   “   i   am   sure   you   both   are   looking   forward   to   boarding   titanic   as   much   as   i   am. ”   her   mother   pips   in,   a   determined   look   on   her   face   that   rose   appreciates   his   attempts.   “   i   will   be   back   shortly.   i   want   to   have   a   pleasant   chat   with   the   countess.”   she   nods   politely   in   cal’s   direction.

“   forgive   my   mother   won’t   you  ?   sometimes   she   is   erratic.   ”   rose   chuckles   nervously,   she   looks   at   his   arm,   “   may   i   take   your   arm   ??   as   much   as   i   love   the   opera,   it   did   not   give   me   the   opportunity   to   speak   to   you   more.   ”   she   particularly   does   not   want   to   go   back   to   america   but   she   has   no   choice.   “   i   actually   wanted   to   ask   you   something   .   .   would   it   be   alright   if   i   decided   to   bring   the   paintings   you   bought   me   on   board   titanic   ?   i   particularly   want   them   because   you   bought   them   for   me.   .   suppose   it   will   brighten   our   rooms   up   for   a   bit.   ”

            //   S o u t h a m p t o n   O p e r a  H o u s e ,   A p r i l   1 9 1 2      He did enjoy the opera. But more than her question, he noticed the way that the young woman spoke. He had met her several times. Enough to know that when she was out in public, she did her damndest to conform to the societal norms of the highest sort;  and right she was to do so. As much as he began to adore Rose, neither one of them was above what society expected of them;  not even Caledon Hockley. The steel industry was only growing, as was his fortune and his reputation, and his assets would not be made a fool by neither himself nor his future bride.       “I did,” he replied promptly, smiling towards the woman. He even leaned in a little and mused, raising his brows and he glanced around the room when he spoke only to her. “Honestly, I’d much rather be someplace else,” he admitted, knowing by the sparkle in her eye that she often wished the same thing. Straightening his posture, he reached up with one hand to adjust his collar when his attention was briefly drawn back to Ruth, who spoke suddenly of Titanic. He exhaled a quick, amused breath and smiled at her, a certain charm returning to his voice. “It’s about time we see what Mr. Andrews has in store. He’s been involved for so long that I was starting to think Titanic was more of a myth than any kind of ship.”      With Ruth departing, and Caledon watching as she went, the man glanced once around the room with curiosity, noticing that the room slowly begun to empty, no doubt because of supper. To his surprise, though not entirely, young Rose gestured to his arm, to which he readily offered and smiled. He glanced towards the beautifully arched doorway which would lead the opera goers towards a new ballroom, adorned with a more private, sidelined restaurant. There, they would eat supper. “We must be heading to dinner now, and yes --” He paused, glancing down at her as they began to move towards the doors, some folks behind Ruth and the Countess. “-- you may bring whatever parcels that please you, Rose.”

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"I can't lie, you have a nice smile."

        “ The one thing I own that I can’t put a price tag on, evidently. “

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Help me. I watched Titanic for the first time & fell in love with Cal

         First of all;  everybody must see Titanic. I’m happy that you’re in the same boat! (No pun intended). Cal is a really interesting character in terms of being an antagonist. He’s neither good nor evil, and that’s why I love him!

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          𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚎. 𝙳𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜;   𝚁𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍.    ////////          Taking a sip of his wine, he side glanced towards Lovejoy, who stood idly by and looking far too stoic. Patient, with nowhere to be and nobody to account for, Caledon scanned the crowd quietly, that is, until an older couple approached him. A Countess and her husband, to which Cal gave a firm smile and a handshake, lowering his glass of wine in the opposite hand in order to politely schmooze the duo. They talked of the opera, business, and of cigars, and of the fine people who showed up tonight.         “ Excuse me a moment, “ the man insisted, dipping his head only slightly to the young Countess and the man as he left them to their drinks. Smiling handsomely, teeth white and his expression no less than charming, Caledon approached the two women. At the very same time, he set his half emptied wine glass on a passing waiters silver tray; the motion as smooth as his greeting. “ Mrs DeWitt Bukater, “ he said, taking Ruth’s small hand in his own and raising the back of her palm to his lips very briefly;  a polite greeting to the mother first.          Brown eyes shifted towards her daughter. A woman he had met only once before, and a woman he would no doubt get to know better. “ Rose, “ he said in ‘hello,’ and took her hand more gently in his own, kissing her hand as well. At her apology, he smiled again and glanced between the women, only to land on his bride-to-be once more. He gave a short chuckle, amused. “ If too many cakes do not make you sick, then they aren’t very good cakes. ” ///// @vastatarosa​

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            𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙼𝙴𝙳   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴𝙳   –   𝚂𝙷𝙴   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝙷𝙰𝙳   𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳   𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂.  𝙱𝚄𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙷𝙰𝙳   𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝚃.   ‘   he   is   the   best   suitor,   you   would   be   well   matched   ’   she   was   referring   to   caledon   hockley   careful   not   to   point.   eyebrows   raised   as   she   looked   at   the   man   she   was   meant   to   be   marrying.   it   couldn’t   be   all   that   bad,   could   it?   ‘your   problem   is   that   you’re   too   fussy,   rose.’   her   mother   had   commented   as   such   when   she   first   protested.

the   decent   thing   she   could   do   was   try   and   be   nice,   to   get   to   know   him   more.   .   she   was   distant,   cold   and   always   had   something   to   complain   about.  something   but   she   had   a   feeling   that   caledon   would   not   put   up   with   her   whines.   “   good   afternoon.   ”   she   greets   hoping   to   strike   up   an   interesting   conversation.   her   passion   had   always   been   the   arts   and   its   paintings,   she   had   hoped   that   he   would   have   something   in   common   with   her.

“   i   trust   that   you   are   well.   ”   her   hands   were   at   the   front   of   her   dress   wanting   him   to   feel   comfortable   in   her   space.   “   i   do   apologise   for   the   other   afternoon,   i   was   feeling   unwell.   i   think   i   ate   too   many   cakes.   ”   an   attempt   of   a   chuckle   escaping   her   lips.

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What do you think my muse smells like?