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i’m doing a large blog revamp - i might end up moving to another blog all in general but i’ll decide that once i finish a google doc and such. if i’m waiting on a response from you, i’ll continue our thread either way. i just feel very disorganized and such which has caused me to drop threads so fast so i apologize! 

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 :  males. 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 :  ocean, 23, has been ho*king up with your muses friend/brother for awhile now. he doesn’t treat her right because of her reputation for sleeping around, but she actually fell for him and is hurt when she finds him making out with someone at a party.  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : i typically use faceclaims decided by my partners desired opposites, but i needed a face for this starter. i decided on SYDNEY SWEENEY - however PLEASE message me if you wish me to change it - i’ll be happy to do so. messages also open for future ideas / established stuff. i use gif icons as well, this was just the first image i had.

BLONDE        girl  sits  looking  pretty  all  alone  on  the  porches  staircase.  all  dolled  up  only  to  allow  mood  falter  at  the  sight  of  not  boyfriend,  just  a  ho*kup,  lip  locking  another  girl  on  the  center  of  the  couch,  right  beside  her.  knows  the  word  exclusive  never  became  a  subject,  yet  still  the  girl  so  desired  to  feel  wanted  felt  hurt.  oceans  fingers  tap  along  the  screen  of  her  phone,  opening  uber  app  until  there’s  a  figure  approaching  from  behind  her,  causing  head  to  tilt  upwards  and  a  weak  smile  to  appear.  ❝  oh,  hey,  you  leaving?”  she  asks,  curiously  as  she  lowers  her  phone.  ❝  hey..  can  i  get  a  ride?  i  was  going  to  call  an  uber  but,  they  kinda  freak  me  out.  ❞

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i’ve been really feeling my female muses lately which is weird because i used to only write males? anyway, i’m just been very selective lately and i’m sorry. i’ll try to reply to some ladies in the tag because i know what it’s like to not get any but like i said my female muses have been extreme high lately and i don’t wanna force muse. 

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makerules​:

jenna. that sounded right. not that he remembered names much any more. faces were more familiar to him but even then, once lennon got what he wanted and the excitement wore off, he rarely ever gave them a second thought. ❝ get together? ❞ dark brows rose over widening blue hues, his smile extending to a laugh now. he wasn’t the ‘ getting together ’ type and had thought by now his reputation would have preceded him. but he and alice didn’t exactly run in the same circles ( her brother their main and pretty much only connection ) and maybe, just maybe, his status as the town’s resident fuckboy hadn’t reached her delicate ears yet.

❝ i mean, yeah, she is nice, ❞ lennon agreed indifferently, gaze trailing away from alice as he pondered what else to say about the girl. in truth, he couldn’t remember much and nice hadn’t exactly been a priority when deciding whether she was good enough to spend a night with. but the male did remember her blowing up his phone for weeks afterwards, so much so that he had to block her just to get some peace. ❝ a little bit obsessive though, don’t you think? she sent me like fifty messages in a row and never gave me chance to reply. like yeah, she’s pretty and all, but she’s not really my type anyway. ❞ shrug rolled over broad shoulders, eyes peering over at alice as he spoke, ❝ i like my girls a little more lowkey and rational, with hobbies that don’t include spending all day spamming me with texts. ❞ long fingers stretched over to flick at the book in clasped hands, smile once again warming features, ❝ what’s this book about then? ❞

delicate nails painted a baby shade of pink trail along the book in hand as she focuses on his words. of course, there were moments she would overhear him and her brother talking about philanderer activities, even being warned by her brother himself not to parade herself too much in front of lennon. but alice was a firm believer in not allowing rumors to prevail and to get to know someone herself to understand them. besides, perhaps the girl was a bit too insecure to ever think someone like lennon would ever have sights for her. ❝ oh, right. yeah, she’s a bit too.. overwhelming i guess, even with me. i’ll talk to her though, if you really want.. ❞

the mention of book and his slender fingers tracing over it causes cheeks to turn a shade that matched her nails. the grasp on the top of her book becomes firm as she rests the bottom on her chest and lifts the top to shyly cover the lower half of her face. ❝ you’ll make fun of me.. ❞ dismisses her oneself, mouth twitched into a bashful curve. though alice never acted like such a lovey-dovey type, not really interested in the idea of heartbreak or devoting entire being to another instead of yourself and friends, there was something about love stories that made her heart swell. a sigh escapes chest, tucking strand of blonde curl behind her ear as her gaze lowers.  ❝ it’s a bit of a romance book. about.. about a mermaid and a pirate. i know, it’s silly.  ❞

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 :  males. 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 :  allison, 21, and your muse are toxic as heck. they could be exes or just fwb/ewb. your muse drags her out of a party after they catch her lip locking with someone. go crazy ?? <3 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : i typically use faceclaims decided by my partners desired opposites, but i needed a face for this starter. i decided on JOSEPHINE LANGFORD- however PLEASE message me if you wish me to change it - i’ll be happy to do so. messages also open for future ideas / established stuff.

❝    LET  go  of  me,  f*ck.    ❞   svelte  arm  jerks  from  others  grip  as  she’s  dragged  out  from  house  party.  there’s  smeared  lipstick  against  her  mouth  and  beach  waves  are  from  curled  to  straight   messy.  all  in  result  of  making  out  with  stranger,  entangling  intoxicated  breath  before  they’re  split.  squinted  eyes  glare,  using  back  of  sweaty  palm  to  wipe  hair  from  sight.   ❝   what,  you  can  go  f*ck  everything  with  two  legs  but  i  can’t  ?  i’m  not  your  property.    ❞

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THE  summer  sun  felt  good  against  porcelain  skin,  it  was  a  nice  day,  and  alice  didn’t  want  to  miss  the  opportunity  to  soak  in  the  heat.  wearing  sundress  and  with  book  in  center  of  lap,  the  afternoon  had  been  going  perfectly  well.  inside  stayed  her  brother  and  his  friend,  doing  whatever  boys  did  and  though  the  blonde  girl  had  no  issue  with  it,  she  felt  as  though  she  rather  spend  time  on  her  own.  however,  sound  of  interruption  had  her  lift  gaze  from  novel  and  quirk  a  brow.    ❝  hi,  lennon.  ❞  a  forced,  gentle  smile  is  given  before  blue  hues  slowly  drift  back  to  her  lap.  alice  didn’t  mind  lennon,  finding  him  to  be  one  of  her  brothers  good  friends  and  she’s  gotten  used  to  seeing  him  around.  though,  he  seemed  to  be  the  complete  opposite  of  her  which  caused  a  weird  tension  between  the  two,  but  sometimes  she  believes  she’s  overthinking  it.

his  next  words  catch  her  off  guard,  furrowing  brows  as  gaze  returns  to  meet  his  again.    ❝  um,  yeah,  jenna.  ❞  fingers  clasp  around  book,  shifting  slightly  as  she  begins  to  sit  up.    ❝  well,  she  does  talk  about  you  every  now  and  then,  but  i  don’t  know.  why  would  you  block  her,  anyway    ?    she’s  really  nice,  and  pretty..  and  she  likes  you.  i  would’ve  thought  you  two  would,  i  don’t  know,  get  together.  ❞

MUSE: lennon james. CONNECTION: step/relation, friend’s girlfriend / sister / ex, or any other connection that fits. females only. PLOT: ‘you seem like a good girl and i have decided i want to be the one to corrupt you, and i know there’s a reason we really shouldn’t get involved but that isn’t going to stop me from messing with you and trying to make you act up.’ (please don’t like this starter + i can switch to gif icons if preferred.)

he saw her sat out back, lounging by the pool in the warmth of the early afternoon sun. lennon knew he should just avoid this whole situation, leave the house and busy himself for a couple hours. it wasn’t like he didn’t have options, but he was also aware that his mood was nothing short of petty today and there was very little he wanted to do but indulge in it. 

❝ hey, ❞ voice was casual as he approached the female, sitting himself down on the edge of the lounge chair that she was relaxed on instead of opting for the empty one beside her. lennon had a secret thing for her for a while now, although with every day that passed that he hadn’t got his way, his desires became more obvious and calculated. blue eyes peered over at her, the smallest of smiles on his lips as he continued,  ❝ you know that girl you tagged on your instagram story last night? does she still miss me? tell her i can unblock her as long as she promises to stop jumping in my dms every two minutes. ❞

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goodgcnebad​:

nothing brought him more joy than catching a glimpse of the effect his actions caused. much alike a storm, he’s not afraid to leave pure devastation behind his passing but in all fairness, his hands were tied otherwise. it’s not exactly his dream to stand around as a guest at her engagement party, but he’s not about to vow down. victory has never tasted so bittersweet, but given the limitations, he’s going to grab any opportunity he can and attempt to enjoy the ride. when approached, the usual, conceited grin adores his features, a façade he wears like armour, an unbreakable one so far. “the duke?” he pauses. “right, of course. i have been meaning to talk to him, but i’ll admit, i got distracted,” charles says, waving farewell to his previous company, following such action by shamelessly gazing over her frame until she disappeared between bodies, before his attention returned to penelope. “is flirting not allowed? i wasn’t informed of such rule.” his mouth twitches upwards, hands rubbing over one another. “see, us single folks, we’re easily entertained — if only i had someone who completed me, like you found, then my search would be over.”

WHITE  glove covered hands twiddle with her fingers as she tries to keep posture. she always seems to be so rattled anytime she’s near him, which is why she was hoping to avoid him until wedded and moved with her husband, but seeing him made all hopes vanish. and of course, she doesn’t miss the way his eyes follow the leggy blondes body as she walks away. a sigh leaves crimson lips, finally settling hands crossed in front of her torso. ❝  i wouldn’t exactly say it as a rule, more so common respect. you flirting and womanizing my guests isn’t exactly appropriate.  ❞ wasn’t it? perhaps her jealously had been getting too deep in her head without realization. still, it doesn’t stop her from glancing their surroundings before quirking a brow at him. ❝  yes, well, i’m sure you’ll find someone. maybe just not here, though. might i suggest seeking outside of the town? ❞ someone where i do not have to see you footle with others.

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 :  males. 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 :  penelope,  23,  and  your  muse  have  undying  s*xual  tension,  but  she’s  very  careful  about  her  reputation  and  avoids  your  muse  after  getting  engaged  to  a  prince. it’s  her  engagement  party  and  seeing  your  muse  frustrates  her.  br*dgerton got me like lol. 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : i typically use faceclaims decided by my partners desired opposites, but i needed a face for this starter. i decided on PHOEBE  DYNEVOR - however PLEASE message me if you wish me to change it - i’ll be happy to do so. messages also open for future ideas / established stuff.

UNBELIEVABLE.  penelope  couldn’t  believe  his  wondering  eyes,  leaving  her  to  watch  him  with  such  a  distasteful  look.  of  course,  she  had  absolutely  no  reason  to  be  upset  by  his  actions,  but  it  was  her  engagement  party.  and  the  way  he  fraternized  with  surrounding  women  caused  neck  to  feel  heated  as  if  he  was  purposely  torturing  her.  finally  having  quite  enough,  strawberry  blonde  woman  excuses  herself  from  her  future  in  laws,  strutting  over  to  taller  figure  with  brow  raised.  glancing  at  the  lady  he  was  speaking  too,  she  forces  a  small  smile.  ❝  i  apologize  for  interrupting,  but  you  see  that  duke  over  there  ?  he’s  been  wondering  about  you  and  i  thought  it’d  be  kind  to  let  you  know.  ❞  like  shooting  fish  in  a  barrel,  the  lady  scurries  over,  leaving  peneople  to  straighten  her  back  and  glare  at  the  other.  ❝  must  you  flirt  at  my  event  ?  i  mean  honestly,  what  do  these  women  see  in  you  ?  you’re  a  philanderer  !  take  your  conquests  somewhere  else  !   ❞

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                        WILLOW  never  imagined  that  walking  home  from  a  friends  would  lead  her  to  an  alley  where  she’d  witness  a  crime  &  change  her  life  drastically.  goodbye  journalism  career  &  studio  apartment,  hello  life  as  a  waitress  &  being  forced  to  posed  as  a  wife  of  a  stranger.  not  only  was  finding  adjustment  in  her  temporary  life  difficult,  but  her  pretend  husband  seemed  to  be  the  complete  opposite  of  her  which  made  it  even  harder.  the  sound  of  door  knocking  causes  stomach  to  flip,  shyly  following  behind  the  other  with  book  in  her  hand,  watching  him  peer  into  the  peephole.  ❝ weirdos? ❞  the  brunette  wonders,  walking  over  to  window  &  bending  to  look  towards  the  front  door.  a  light  laugh  leaves  her  mouth  &  she  shakes  her  head,  glancing  over  at  him.   ❝  i  believe  those  are  our  new  neighbors.  i  can  only  assume  they’re  here  to  welcome  us  to  the  area.  should  we  say  hello? ❞

                 freddie had insisted he could take care of himself — until he got himself shot,  of course.  living to fight and loving winning,  he would never throw a fight just because he was threatened.  however,  he’d been threatened by a mobster.  this put him on their most wanted list and after taking a bullet to the shoulder,  he’d agreed to go into witness protection to testify against them — and he hated it.  the only thing he hated even more?  was having to pretend to be married to a girl who smiled so much it made his own face hurt.  at the sound of someone knocking at the door,  he made his way over to it — peering out the peephole and pausing.   ❝ there’s some weirdos out there with baked goods, ❞  he commented,  confused,  glancing in the direction of where she stood.   ❝ why the fuck are there weirdos standing at the door with baked goods? ❞   who did that?

plot — ok so the post was deleted but they are in witness protection, their new identities having them as a newlywed married couple. sorry for freddie in advance heh. open — females.

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𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 :  males. 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 :  it’s  allisons  21st  birthday.  her  mother  invites  you,  allison’s  ex,  to  her  party.  safe  to  say  they  didn’t  have  the  best  breakup  /  relationship.  𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : i typically use faceclaims decided by my partners desired opposites, but i needed a face for this starter. i decided on JOSEPHINE LANGFORD  - however PLEASE message me if you wish me to change it - i’ll be happy to do so. messages also open for future ideas / established stuff.

BIRTHDAYS  were  never  an  important  event  that  filled  allisons  mind.  it  was  just  another  year  of  aging,  another  year  of  her  mother  finding  any  excuse  to  throw  a  party  in  order  to  invite  any  potential  ‘suitors’  to  whisk  the  blonde  away.    taking  a  sip  of  her  wine  (  her  mother  had  given  the  bartender  strict  orders  not  to  give  allison  anything  stronger.  ),  blue  eyes  flicker  around  until  there’s  a  tap  on  her  shoulder.  turning  around,  an  instant  groan  leaves  her  mouth  before  she  faces  forward  again.   ❝    WHY  are  you  here?  wait,  let  me  guess,  my  mother  invited  you?  just  great.  might  as  well  leave  now  because  i  rather  eat  my  foot  than  talk  to  you...  well,  anymore  than  i  have  now,  obviously.  you  know  what?  just  go  away.    ❞

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oppulcnce​:

“i want you to say you still love me,” he said letting her go. he didn’t care if they weren’t children, how he felt hadn’t changed. a year couldn’t change that, him getting married wouldn’t change that and he believed it’d be the same for her. “none of this is irrelevant, because even if she has my heirs you’ll have my heart- and if you wish, my bastards. but i still want you.” he said feeling his heart drop as she glared at him, he could feel himself tearing up. ridiculous, the king crying mere hours after getting home, but she’d be the only person he’d show these tears to. 

“i’m not going to pretend nothing happened between us, you’ve known me to long, you know i’ll keep sending you letters, visit you...touch you-” he said before he cupped her face, “you love me,” he said almost trying to convince himself before he leaned in and kissed her. all the desperation in this kiss as he pressed his lips against hers hoping for something in return. when he came he thought she’d run into his arms or at least be shy, not break things off with him.

❝  I don’t want to be one of your whores,  joseph. ❞   his name burns on her tongue. she knew that most women would kill to be a kings whore, to have all the luxuries and baggage along with it. but emily didn’t love him for his title, she loved him for him. emily notices the tears in his eyes and it causes her own hues to begin to gloss over with hot liquid. his hands on her cheek causes her to melt, knees nearly bucking at just the slightest touched. he had been her first, and her only. she had tried to move on with other suitors, but nothing had ever compared to him, because he was the one she wanted, craved, and loved. 

she opens her mouth to protests, but his lips crashing into her own stops her. it causes the brush she had been clenching onto the whole time to drop to the floor, a moment passes before she gives, her own lips pressing back against his as her hands raise to press against his chest. it was awful, she had planned to push him away, end things and be done with it. but with his touch and words, all plans seemed to fail and she was melted onto him. breaking the kiss, she keeps her eyes closed as her forehead rests on his.  ❝  WHAT about your reputation? and what about her? she’ll have my head. ❞  of course, not literally. everyone knows that the kings have final word and never bat an eye over torrid affairs, but emily could admit the new queen seemed like a brat. 

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oppulcnce​:

her words stung, she knew he had no choice in who he married. and even though he wanted to just run off with her he couldn’t, they’d have nowhere to go and he had a duty to the people of this kingdom. he thought that of all the people to understand, she would. but not even a word from her as he poured his heart out in every letter.

 as she backed away from her his eyes looked at her with confusion. and the moment she turned her back to him he moved to be in her sights again. but he grabbed her shoulders and lowered himself so she’d be looking down at him so he could catch her eyes. “stop this nonsense, i’m here because i missed you more than anything.” he said not liking how she made him feel so desperate as if she wasn’t there when she’s right here. “i’m king, and even though i have a queen, they can’t tell me who i can love…and i love you, i have since we were children, so look at me properly and talk to me. it’s been a year apart- and all you have for me is distance and hurtful words.” he said pleading with her, did she not miss him as he did her? 

it   pains   her   really,   having   to   put   on   a   face   and   pretend   she   isn’t   completely   wrenched   on   the   inside.   as   if   she   hadn’t   spent   the   last   year   thinking   of   him,   wishing   things   were   different,   wishing   that   she   was   some   sort   of   princess   and   that   he   would   be   ordered   to   marry   her.   but   that’s   just   not   how   things   were.   she   was   nothing   but   a   stable   woman,   and   he   was   a   king   who   was   born   to   raise   a   country   alongside   a   princess.   perhaps   it   was   selfish   of   her   to   ignore   his   letters,   but   knowing   their   lack   of   future,   she   needed   to   forget   about   her   feelings   for   him   and   the   only   way   she   could   do   that   was   by   avoiding   his   affection.   his   hands   placed   on   her   caused   eyes   to   soften,   glancing   down   at   his   pair   of   hues.      ❝   I’M   not   quite   sure   what   you   want   me   to   say.   ❞

her   voice   is   choked   up   now,   a   heavy   sigh   escaping   her   mouth   as   she   lifts   her   hand   to   brush   brown   mahogany   hair   out   of   her   view   and   behind   her   ear.      ❝   we   aren’t   children   anymore,   a   lot   has   changed   in   this   year.   whether   we   love   each   other   ..   or   not   is   irrelevant.   you’re   back   and   now   i   must   watch   you   parade   around   with   her,   touch   her,   kiss   her,   and   someday   have   children   with   her.   ❞   there’s   envy   in   her   voice,   coming   off   as   a   whisper   as   she   glares   at   him.      ❝   IT   will   make   things   far   more   easier   on   us   both   if   we   just   pretend   as   if   we   never   happened.   ❞

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it had been agony this past year, and he had no one to truly talk to about it. the one person that knew the real him, the person he wanted to be had been so far out of reach. sent of to another country to marry the princess all so he could be king, a responsibility he knew that he had- it had been the reason he had been born. but her touch, her smile, the feeling she gave him-  his heart would beat as if it had purpose when she had been near. with his wife he never felt that, laying with her didn’t make him feel anything but just physical satisfaction…almost as if he had an emptiness without emily. he waited each day to finally go home, to be able to see he, it never mattered to him if he’d been king or not, he loved her and the people around him could tell that the king had been acting different, but all of them assumed it had to do with missing home.

the opportunity finally came after almost a year, and he couldn’t run to her right away, he had to do his duties, talk to his advisors about matters of the state. and make sure that the queen felt comfortable but the moment he had the chance he found himself out of his royal garment and at the doors of the stables. a part of him feared she might have ran off or married off in the time he’d been gone, but there she was-…threatening a man not even there, and the moment her eyes met his he took the initiative, breaking the distance between them. but he couldn’t figure out what to say, he’d been thinking the whole way home, but nothing came to mind in this moment, he couldn’t think of anything to express how he felt “i wrote you-i constantly wrote you with no reply. i thought you ran from here and found a home with another-” he said just relieved she’s here. “you’ve been crying?” he said noticing the red in her eyes.  

he   looks   the   same,   she   notices.   maybe   a   little   skinnier,   but   he   still   had   those   eyes   that   would   melt   her   in   an   instant,   causing   her   to   flicker   lashes   away   as   soon   as   his   eyes   met   hers.   knew   she   couldn’t   have   avoided   him   forever   when   he   returned,   but   she   still   was   not   expecting   to   see   him   today,   at   least.   mention   of   letters   causes   emilys   hand   to   place   on   her   stomach   that   felt   like   her   heart   was   sinking   in,   still   clenching   on   the   brush.   of   course   she   had   gotten   his   letters,   but   she   had   never   read   them,   kept   them   stored   inside   a   little   box,   knowing   reading   them   would   only   pain   her   more.   ❝   YES,   well,   i   don’t   make   a   habit   of   writing   to   married   men.   my   congratulations,   by   the   way.    ❞   she   knows   it   isn’t   at   all   his   own   fault,   but   the   bitterness   rested   in   her   can’t   help   but   slip   out.   he   takes   a   step   forward   and   she   takes   two   steps   back,   eyes   glancing   back   over,   a   glint   of   desperation   and   angst   filling   them   as   her   free   hand   raises   to   press   against   the   dark   circles   beneath   them.   letting   out   a   shaky   breath,   emily   shakes   her   head,   turning   her   back   to   face   him   as   her   head   drops   to   her   ankles.   his   presence   alone   brought   back   memories   she   shared   him,   and   she   knew   it   couldn’t   go   any   further   than   the   memory.   ❝   YOU   should   not   be   here,   king   hastings.   don’t   you   have   a   queen   to   attend   to?   ❞

[ofkalons]

𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 : males. 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 : emily ( 25. ) and your muse, have been childhood best friends and secret lovers for years now. however, emily is nothing but a stable girl and your muse is future king. their relation comes to an end when your muse gets put in an arranged marriage and gets married off. it’s been a year and your muse has finally come back with their new wife. 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : i typically use faceclaims decided by my partners desired opposites, but i needed a face for this starter. i decided on LILY JAMES - however PLEASE message me if you wish me to change it - i’ll be happy to do so. messages also open for future ideas / established stuff

there’s  been  a  never  ending  gap  in  her  chest  since  he  left.  the  gap  that  was  once  filled  with  naïve  dreams  of  settling  with  him  for  the  rest  of  their  days.  the  gap  that  was  placed  so  delicately  since  the  first  time  they  kissed.  emily  knew  it  wouldn’t  have  lasted  forever,  but  maybe  she  had  gotten  a  little  too  comfortable  in  the  warmth  of  his  arms.  it  was  eleven  months,  fifty  six  days,  &  twenty  hours  between  the  time  he  left  from  today.  eleven  months  of  ignoring  his  letters,  eleven  months  of  brushing  his  horse  that  they  once  rode  on  together  just  before  dawn.  eleven  months  of  begging  her  chest  to  stop  aching&  forget  about  his  touch.  she’d  finally  stopped  crying  herself  to  sleep  when  she  see’s  him  the  next  evening.  it  was  only  six  hours  ago  did  she  saw  him  &  his  new  wife  exit  their  carriage.  he  hadn’t  seen  her  yet,  &  why  would  he  ?  she  lived  in  the  farmhouse  just  behind  the  castle,  only  exiting  when  it  was  time  to  take  care  of  the  horses.  he  was  king  now,  probably  forgotten  all  about  her  for  now.  at  least,  that’s  what  her  insecure  thoughts  had  convinced  her.  delicate  fingers  are  wrapped  around  a  brush,  gently  dragging  it  across  the  horses  body,  small  hum  leaving  her  lips.  the  sudden  noise  of  someone  behind  her  catches  her  attention,  &  eyes  instantly  roll  as  she  believes  it’s  the  little  stable  boy  who’d  been  pursuing  her  for  weeks  now.          ❝  now  boy,  if  you  even  think  about  making  your  daily  crude  remark,  i’m  going  to  shove  this  brush  right  up  your  ar-        ❞  spins  around  &  halts,  choking  on  her  words  until  mouth  is  squeezed  shut.  eleven  months,  fifty  six  days,  twenty  hours,  &  he  was  now  standing  before  her.  freezes  in  place  for  a  moment  before  snapping  out  of  it,  clearing  her  throat  as  she  bows.  ❝        pri-  i  mean,  king.  my  apologies,  i’ve  mistaken  you  for  someone  else.      ❞