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nonesuchrecords ยท 2 years ago
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It was 35 years ago today: the first recording of John Adamsโ€™s groundbreaking opera Nixon in China, with a libretto by Alice Goodman, was released on Nonesuch. You can hear it again here.
The Grammy-winning recording of the pieceโ€”โ€œa milestone in American operatic historyโ€ (Boston Globe)โ€” performed by Orchestra of St. Lukeโ€™s led by Edo de Waart and starring James Maddalena as Richard Nixon, "has an eloquence not since matched," says Los Angeles Timesโ€™ Mark Swed.ย 
The premiere performances of Nixon in China, directed by Peter Sellars with choreography by Mark Morris, took place at Houston Grand Opera and Brooklyn Academy of Music in 1987, and the Kennedy Center and Netherlands Opera in 1988.
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waywordsstudio ยท 11 months ago
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Best of 2023 Reads: Poetry -
From sacred texts and opera librettos to contemporary and politically intimate free verse, here are a few of the works that stood out in 2023!
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kairithemang0 ยท 5 months ago
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Here's a challenge for you. List as many Hatchetfield headcanons you have as you can WITHOUT mentioning Wilbur/CrossNamara
easy
alice and peter were friends when she went to hatchetfield high. the bullying wasn't as bad until she left (peter's freshman year i believe).
bill is secretly really annoyed that ted will flirt with literally anyone but him. he doesn't every mention it to anyone, but it's always frustrated him (sigh, i love bill/ted)
Richie stole Peter's pokemon cards in 2nd grade and that's how they became friends. Ruth came as a package deal with Richie and she had been obsessing over Pete even before that
linda and becky started out as really close friends in high school and when becky started dating tom linda was just really pissy about it and it started their streak of hating each other
man in a hurry holds the most world record in history. he's got a world record for his world records. and he did it all in record time
sheila youngs husband is in some way related to willabella muckwab
howard goodman is from hatchetfield
richie has a buster sword in his room
max used to be really into star wars and richie hated him so much for it that he tried to fight him in 4th grade and richie got the shit kicked out of him. max, who was neutral towards richie, now full on hated him. he also turned on peter and ruth at this time for simply being associated with richie
just some of the ones i could think of off the top of my head
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badmovieihave ยท 3 months ago
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Bad movie I have Grease 1978
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miraplayssims ยท 1 year ago
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Finally the day came for Benjaminโ€™s trip to Britechester. Henfordโ€™s train station was empty, save for the theatre group and the Gale family who was there to bid him farewell.
Alice kissed her son goodbye, making sure he knew how to get from the station to Arabellaโ€™s house. When he had repeated the address for the third time, she finally let go of his arm and he boarded the train.
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Benjamin spent the two hour train ride looking out the window. They flew past the English countryside, the trees and moors becoming a blurred sea of green.
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Night had already fallen when Benjamin finally arrived at Arabellaโ€™s home on Mossy Lane.
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He had barely finished knocking on the door to the big townhouse before it was opened by an excited Arabella, โ€œwelcome dear boy! Come in, come in,โ€ she said, ushering him inside, โ€œhelp him with his bag, Antoine.โ€
โ€œNo need, thank you though,โ€ Benjamin said, giving his hosts an appreciative smile.
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After some catching up, Arabella showed him to the guest room, โ€œwell then, the wash basin is there, Iโ€™ve put out some towels and a soap for you as well. Iโ€™ll go fetch some bed sheets. Itโ€™s quite small, but I hope itโ€™ll do.โ€
โ€œYes, how dare you offer me such a cupboard of a room,โ€ Benjamin said and laughed when he saw Arabellaโ€™s horrified face, โ€œI jest, Ms. Goodman- sorry, should I say Mrs. Bradshaw?โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t frighten me like that, child,โ€ Arabella chuckled, โ€œand Ms. Goodman will do just fine, at least when youโ€™re here.โ€
After the two had said their goodnights, Benjamin quickly got ready for bed, giddy in anticipation for the morrow day.
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Benjamin looked himself in the mirror. Heโ€™d been given a thick winter coat, much like the ones heโ€™d seen the wealthy landowners wear around Henford during the colder months.
Outside of the dressing room he could hear the muffled voices slowly getting louder as more people arrived. Martin had told the group to expect about a hundred people in the audience, the thought made Benjamin queasy. His anxieties were dampened however by the otherwise cheery mood in the room.
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Benjamin was soon brought out of his thoughts by Kirstenโ€™s voice, โ€œcould you help me with my hair? The others are utterly useless in that regard.โ€
โ€œYes,โ€ he nodded and grabbed the hairbrush Kirsten held out, โ€œI have sisters, so Iโ€™ve had plenty of practice.โ€
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He started brushing Kirstenโ€™s hair, trying his best not to meet her piercing eyes staring at him in the mirror, โ€œare you nervous?โ€ she asked after a while.
He finally looked up, โ€œyes, a bit.โ€
โ€œI can tell,โ€ Kirsten said softly, โ€œbut youโ€™re very talented, Benjamin, youโ€™ll do great.โ€
Benjamin blushed and said a small thank you, still carefully brushing the long, brown hair.
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After what seemed like an eternity in the dressing room, Martin finally stood up, gathering the group around him, "itยดs time!" he excalimed.
Benjamin couldnยดt stop smiling, this was it.
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dulcewrites ยท 2 years ago
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Omg the modern excerpt was so cool. I love how you write Alicent whatโ€™s exactly what I imagine her like Iโ€™m a modern au. I love her and Myrah being besties. A modern fic about the Hightowers and Myrah would be so cool ๐Ÿคฉ
I love modern Alicent. It always makes me laugh when people say modern Alicent would be some sort of Uber conservative, woman for trump typeโ€ฆ when literally all the problems/ideals hotd Alicent has stems from the situation sheโ€™s in. If we are being real, modern Alicent would not even look in viserys direction but of course for the purpose of the kids showing up, we have that happen. At most sheโ€™d be a slightly uppity, well off pta mom who fundraises. Anyway *off my Alicent soap box*
The family dynamic is very fun. Still dysfunctional but fun nonetheless. Actually give me like 30 minutes, and Iโ€™ll be back to this ask!
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happyto-behere ยท 2 years ago
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scifrey ยท 1 year ago
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Thanks for the tag @moorishflower; sorry it took me so long to find time to do it!
Last Song: The Grand Hotel by Regina Spektor
Currently Watching: Catching up on Tasting History, which is no surprise at all to anyone who knows me even a little.
Currently reading: The Regency Book of Drinks: Quaffs, Quips, Tipples, and Tales from Grosvenor Square by Amy Finley (Author), Niege Borges (Illustrator), which is not BAD, just not what I WANTED when I bought it. I thought it would be a book filled with real, actual historical recipes from Regency ballrooms and clubs like Almack's. Instead it is modern bar book (and a very good one for that, with a great introduction to individual spirits and cocktail hardware), and a bunch of pithy asides that directly reference the Bridgerton TV show without going far enough to get sued. It's fine, but disappointing.
I'm also reading Fangirl, Vol. 3: The Manga by Rainbow Rowell (author and adaption), Gabi Nam (Illustrator), which was adapted by the author of the YA novel herself, instead of the very enjoyable @sammaggs. We will see if I find it as compelling when I get further into it...
Current obsession: Historical documentaries by Lucy Worsley, Eleanor Janega, Alice Loxton, Ruth Goodman, etc... I am still on the kick that produced The Hob Adherent Sandman fanfic series, and it's leaked into my rewrite of Time and Tide (which I think has made the manuscript more grounded and historically interesting. But we'll see if my editor agrees when I hand it in at the end of the month.)
Tagging: @anotherwellkeptsecret, @once-upon-a-reblog, @carnelianmeluha, @ibrithir-was-here, @tickldpnk8
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sidonius5 ยท 1 year ago
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๐’œ ๐’ป๐“Š๐“ƒ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐’พ๐“๐“๐‘’๐’น ๐“‡๐‘œ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐’พ๐’ธ ๐“‚๐“Š๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐“Œ๐‘œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐“‡๐“Š๐’ธ๐“€ ๐“‰๐‘’๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ฝ ๐’ท๐‘’๐‘”๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ ๐’น๐“Š๐“‡๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“ˆ๐“Š๐“‚๐“‚๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“€, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘”๐‘œ๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“Œ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ ๐“Ž๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“€๐‘’๐“ˆ ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐’ถ ๐‘’๐“๐’ธ๐‘’๐“๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰ ๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“๐“. ๐“ก๐”‚๐“ญ๐“ฎ๐“ต๐“ต ๐“—๐“ฒ๐“ฐ๐“ฑ ๐“ข๐“ฌ๐“ฑ๐“ธ๐“ธ๐“ต ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐’ป๐“๐“Š๐‘’๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’๐’น ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘’๐’น ๐’ถ๐’ป๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ป๐’ถ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“Š๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐“Š๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ธ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“‡ ๐๐จ๐›๐›๐ฒ ๐‘๐ฒ๐๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐“Ž ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐“Š๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ ๐†๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐ž ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐’น๐‘’. ๐‰๐จ๐ก๐ง ๐“๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ญ๐š ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐Ž๐ฅ๐ข๐ฏ๐ข๐š ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐ญ๐จ๐ง-๐‰๐จ๐ก๐ง ๐’ถ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐“‡๐‘œ๐“Š๐‘”๐’ฝ๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐“Š๐“ˆ๐’พ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ ๐“‰๐‘œ ๐“๐’พ๐’ป๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐’ถ๐’ท๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐‘’๐’น ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“๐“ ๐“‰๐“‡๐’ถ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘’๐’น ๐“…๐“‡๐‘œ๐’ป๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“ ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’ธ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”. ๐’ฏ๐‘œ ๐“‚๐‘’, ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐‘œ๐“… ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‚๐‘œ๐“‹๐’พ๐‘’ ๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡๐“ˆ๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ, ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐“‰ ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐‘”๐’ฝ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘œ๐‘œ๐“ ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐’ถ๐‘”๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“‰๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘”. โ„ณ๐“Ž ๐‘œ๐“๐’น๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐’พ๐“ˆ๐“‰๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น โ„ ๐“Œ๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’ ๐’ถ๐“๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ ๐“‚๐‘’๐“ˆ๐“‚๐‘’๐“‡๐’พ๐“๐‘’๐’น ๐“Œ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‹๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“Œ๐‘’ ๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ธ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’น ๐‰๐จ๐ก๐ง ๐“๐ซ๐š๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ญ๐š ๐’พ๐“ƒ ๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐‘”๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐“-๐๐ข๐ซ๐๐ฌ ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“‰๐’ฝ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐’พ๐“‡ ๐“๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐’ฟ๐’ถ๐’ธ๐“€๐‘’๐“‰๐“ˆ, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘œ๐’ป ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡๐“ˆ๐‘’ ๐’๐ญ๐จ๐œ๐ค๐š๐ซ๐ ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ง๐ง๐ข๐ง๐  ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“‡ ๐“ˆ๐“ƒ๐‘œ๐’ท๐’ท๐“Ž ๐’ท๐’ถ๐’น๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐‹๐š๐๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐’ธ๐‘œ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐‘’๐“ƒ. ๐’œ ๐“๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐“‰๐’พ๐“‚๐‘’ ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“ˆ ๐“…๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“ˆ๐‘’๐’น, ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐“Œ๐‘’'๐“‹๐‘’ ๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡๐“‰๐“Š๐“ƒ๐’ถ๐“‰๐‘’๐“๐“Ž ๐“๐‘œ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐’ป๐“‡๐‘œ๐“‚ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐’พ๐“ˆ ๐“Œ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น๐‘’๐“‡๐’ป๐“Š๐“ ๐’ธ๐’ถ๐“ˆ๐“‰ ๐“๐’พ๐“€๐‘’ ๐Œ๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐๐ž๐ฐ๐ญ๐จ๐ง-๐‰๐จ๐ก๐ง, ๐Œ๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐‚๐ก๐š๐ซ๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐Œ๐ซ. ๐‚๐š๐ž๐ฌ๐š๐ซ ๐’ท๐“Š๐“‰ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Ž ๐“Œ๐’พ๐“๐“ ๐’ถ๐“๐“Œ๐’ถ๐“Ž๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐‘’ ๐“‡๐‘’๐“‚๐‘’๐“‚๐’ท๐‘’๐“‡๐‘’๐’น ๐’ท๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐‘œ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐‘”๐‘’๐“ƒ๐‘’๐“‡๐’ถ๐“‰๐’พ๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐“ˆ ๐’ท๐‘’๐“Ž๐‘œ๐“ƒ๐’น ๐‘œ๐“Š๐“‡ ๐‘œ๐“Œ๐“ƒ ๐’ป๐‘œ๐“‡ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐“‰๐’ถ๐“๐‘’๐“ƒ๐“‰๐“ˆ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’๐“Ž ๐“ˆ๐’ฝ๐’ถ๐“‡๐‘’๐’น ๐‘œ๐“ƒ ๐“‰๐’ฝ๐‘’ ๐’ท๐’พ๐‘” ๐“ˆ๐’ธ๐“‡๐‘’๐‘’๐“ƒ ๐“‚๐’ถ๐“ƒ๐“Ž ๐“Ž๐‘’๐’ถ๐“‡๐“ˆ ๐’ถ๐‘”๐‘œ.
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erstwhile-punk-guerito ยท 5 months ago
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taniushka12 ยท 11 months ago
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was tthinking abt alan and barry, as usual, when the very loud thought of "hey if alan accidentally killed someone do you think barry would help him hide the body?" crossed my mind and now I kind of need a fic like that
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anthroposeen ยท 8 months ago
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tmagp 11 relisten notes!
celia:
- fell asleep in a random place/teleported to a random place while sleeping! (potentially related to how she universe hopped? or correlation to how sje used to see a fire ghost?)
- mentions a guy named jack who shes meeting! this could be a new character OR we're tying in tmagp universe jack barnabas, since lynne hammond (celia in tma universe pre-s5) saw what is thought to be agnes' ghost.
alice:
- sense of being followed and watched in london -> dont think this is related to mr bonzo, i think its directly caused from visiting the ruins either as psychological hallucinations or the unknown entity is actually following her
- dreamt about the ruins
- got celia a mocha but intentionally did not get gwen anything.
sam:
- doesnt mention the same symptoms as alice, i wonder if hes too used to the feeling or if his previous time in the institute changed his reaction to it
- still wants further insight into connecting incidents, rip ceaseless watcher you wouldve loved this special little boy
- knows the mocha isnt for gwen but still gives it to her, interesting especially knowing he likes celia
gwen:
- wants celia to excuse her absence, calls them subordinates
- implies she can keep them from leaving if the work load isnt complete (100% confident she cant do that)
- seems to be overcompensating for her lack of real control in this position by exercising authority over her coworkers (oh s1 jon, how i didn't miss you)
lena:
- unfazed by gwen or mr bonzo
- "did you scream? you should... and they usually like it" implying this universe does somewhat operate under the basis of the fears, similar to needles need for fear validation
- says gwen has the ability/context to work out who the hit was on, and to refer to the incidents to confirm the hit went right.
- "why comes later. process the what"
glitches/lies:
- "ill have the cinnamon swirl" sam
- "its nothing" alice
- "what have i told you about thinking?"/ "dont?" [glitch after 'dont'] sam
- "there was an emergency at home" celia
- "my radiator sprung a leak and flooded the lounge" celia
incident:
- gordon "gordy" -> gordon "gordy" goodman appears in mag84, different to "gordon j" in this incident. i dont think its another universe hop/duplicate
- excavation of cemetery and graves, ordered by the uk government
- old fears/elements involved: the end, the buried, the vast
- potential alchemy connections: salt, sea, death, tattoo symbolizing water/ship/being followed
- ink5oul is back! we've established they have a connection to salt through alchemy symbols in their online presence, may tie into the sea and preservation of dead bodies.
- david, the man working on the body, died. definitely not a coincidence
tattoo description:
- ship, sailing across open sea to the horizon. the sun is low, a shape in the water behind the ship chasing them
new names, mentioned by ink5oul:
- tattoo is by an artist named oscar jared
- sutherland mcdonald
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waywordsstudio ยท 1 year ago
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Review: "Nixon in China" libretto by Alice Goodman -
Goodman's libretto more than earns its reputation for one of the best compositions in opera. Savvy, ironic, and contemporary, the stage may emanate the 1970s, but the incompetence of the American ideology to match what it encounters rings, of course, too truly.
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otakusheep15 ยท 3 months ago
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Hello Twisted Wonderland community. I have no clue if any of you enjoy Starkid, but this is for the small group of you who do, I humbly present this:
Twisted Wonderland Characters as Hatchetfield Characters
This is for the three main musicals (The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals, Black Friday, Nerdy Prudes Must Die). I thought about doing Nightmare Time as well, but there's so many extra characters that I really didn't wanna bother lol. I'm gonna do this like they do it for the musicals, so some of the characters will have multiple roles. However, I might do some recasting depending on the musical, so they might not be consistent throughout the three.
The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals:
Paul Matthews: Idia Shroud
Bill Woodward: Trey Clover
Ted Spankoffski/Homeless Guy: Ace Trappola
Emma Perkins: Jamil Viper
Prof Hidgens: Lilia Vanrouge
Charlotte/Nora/Deb: Vil Schoenheit
Greenpeace Girl/Alice/Zoe: Cater Diamond
Sam Sweetly/Mr. Davidson/General MacNamara: Floyd Leech
Black Friday:
Tom Houston: Trey Clover
Becky Barnes: Cater Diamond
Lex Foster: Ace Trappola
Ethan Green/Chris Kringle: Deuce Spade
Hannah Foster/Tim Houston: Ortho Shroud
Uncle Wiley: Lilia Vanrouge
Wiggly/Gary Goldstein: Floyd Leech
Linda Monroe: Vil Schoenheit
Sherman Young: Idia Shroud
General MacNamara: Sebek Zigvolt
Frank Pricley: Azul Ashengrotto
President Howard Goodman: Rook Hunt
Nerdy Prudes Must Die:
Peter Spankoffski: Trey Clover
Stephanie Lauter: Cater Diamond
Richard Lipschitz/Wiggly: Idia Shroud
Ruth Flemming/Blinky: Kalim Al-Asim
Max Jagerman: Floyd Leech
Grace Chastity: Sebek Zigvolt
Karen Chastity/Miss Tessburger/Nibbly/Stacey: Lilia Vanrouge
Solomon Lauter/Pokey/Jason: Jack Howl
Mark Chastity/Officer Bailey/Tinky: Rook Hunt
Detective Shapiro/Brenda: Jamil Viper
Some of these are stretches at best, but I tried. Most of these are serious attempts at casting, but a couple are just because I thought they would be silly. And, again, shoutout to the three Twst fans who also like Starkid; this is for y'all.
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wardenparker ยท 11 months ago
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Vampire Waltz - ch 14
Max Phillips x female reader Co-written with @absurdthirst
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A mysterious inheritance, sprawling mansion, eccentric roommates, friendly bat, and coven of New England witches are the newest chapter of your life after being unceremoniously dumped and kicked out by your boyfriend. For Max, the biggest change in his life is you, and what exactly he's going to do about the fact that he is stuck living with you as long as his sire continues to punish him for that incident at his last office...
Rating: Mature, but this blog is always 18+! Word Count:ย 9.4k Warnings: *Blanket warnings for this series: deceased parents, cursing, food, blood and blood drinking, depictions and references to abusive relationships. Anxiety and trauma responses. Self-worth issues.* Cute and cocky Max, the triumphant return of Cutie the Bat, so much fluff, dancing as foreplay, discussions of sex. Summary: An unexpected invitation yields surprising revelations, and Max has some help in planning a night that neither of you will ever forget. Notes: This week enjoy a colorized photo of Cornelius Vanderbilt II and wife Alice's palatial primary residence at 5th and 57th in Manhattan. Sold in the late 1920s, the mansion was later demolished and the current Bergdorf Goodman's location built in its place. At the end of the chapter I've added in a black and white photo of the house's ballroom, which makes a special appearance in this chapter!
Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4 ~ Ch 5 ~ Ch 6 ~ Ch 7 ~ Ch 8 ~ Ch 9 ~ Ch 10 ~ Ch 11 ~ Ch 12 ~ Ch 13
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The entirety of the journey traveling from Newport to the Vanderbiltโ€™s house on Fifth Avenue is far more tiring than you had anticipated, and when you walk in the front door of the grand mansion โ€” with its palatial fireplace that you have only seen in photos from the Metropolitan Museum of Art โ€” it suddenly makes a lot more sense why people talk about travel being such an undertaking in the past. You are, in point of fact, exhausted. And dirty, which is unexpected. The kicked up dust and dirt from train terminals, unpaved roads, and all manner of other frustrations has your wishing for a bath.
That will have to wait, though, as almost the moment you walk through the door Mrs. Vanderbilt is by your elbow with an envelope. โ€œThis arrived for you this morning, dear,โ€ Alice tells you with an impressed smile. โ€œIt seems you have been summoned.โ€ The look of confusion on your face must be particularly lustily unintelligent because Alice Vanderbiltโ€™s smile softens into something maternal. โ€œMrs. William Astor has asked you to tea, I suspect. You must have made quite an impression on her at the Brownโ€™s ball.โ€
โ€œOh!โ€ The imposing woman in her fifties had made quite the impression on you, as well, and you carefully open the envelope that Alice has pressed into your hand. It is exactly as Alice predicted, and you look up at the grandfather clock in the hall. โ€œJust a few hoursโ€ฆโ€ you murmur, looking over at Max, Annie and Emmanuel with concern pursing your expression. โ€œItโ€ฆseems to only be addressed to me?โ€
โ€œBecause the invitation is just for you.โ€ Alice hums, as if the answer is obvious. โ€œDo not be alarmed, most often highly statured ladies like Mrs. Astor prefer their socializing in smaller circles.โ€ She leans in and lowers her voice. โ€œLess gossip that way.โ€
โ€œI will do my best not to embarrass any of you with poor manners.โ€ Itโ€™s an honor, in this time and this place. You know that. But that doesnโ€™t mean youโ€™re not seriously nervous.
โ€œAfter watching you charm a ballroom, I would never dream of such a thing.โ€ Alice waves away your concern. โ€œCome. You must be exhausted by your journey. I will have some tea and refreshments sent to your rooms.โ€
While Annie and Emmanuel are shown to separate rooms on opposite ends of the long second-floor hallway, you and Max are let into a green-and-white decorated guest room on the third floor that sports one slightly larger bed. The footman who showed you the way leaves you with a bow and closes the door to give you privacy, leaving you standing with Max in the middle of the luxurious room.
โ€œSwanky.โ€ Max hums as he looks around the room. โ€œI have to admit, thereโ€™s something missing in modern decor. Itโ€™s just not asโ€ฆelegant.โ€
โ€œI like that we have the whole newlyweds thing going for us,โ€ you admit, looking around the room while you lean into his side. โ€œThey just assume we want to be close to each other. And theyโ€™re right.โ€
Max smiles smugly. โ€œOf course you want to stay close to me.โ€ He brags, winking at you playfully. โ€œYou want my body.โ€
โ€œIf youโ€™re going to be cocky about it, Iโ€™m not going to tell you what Iโ€™ve been thinking.โ€ Raising one eyebrow at him, you dearly wish you were in comfortable jeans and a sweater so you could just plop down on the mattress and stretch out. The traveling dress you have on definitely wonโ€™t permit that.
He eyes you wickedly and bites his lip. โ€œYeah?โ€ He hums. โ€œYou donโ€™t want to tell me that youโ€™ve imagined me under that dress of yours? Tongue at work while you pretend to be prim and proper?โ€
โ€œIโ€™ve been imagining more than that.โ€ It seems like every step you take with him only spurs you onto the next a little faster. Knowing that his tendency toward caretaking with you isnโ€™t just a show or just to get in your pants means more than you can really say. Max loves you, fully and without ulterior motive. And you love him the same.
โ€œOh yeah?โ€ He snags your waist, pulling you close and grinning as he pulls the bow around your waist loose. Heโ€™s teasing you, but he also knows you must be desperate to get out of your dress.
โ€œMaybe.โ€ Flustered and dreamy-eyed, you put your arms around his neck and let him hold you as close as he wants. โ€œAre you really gonna get me all riled up before I have to go have tea with the Mrs. Astor?โ€
โ€œWhy donโ€™t I relax you before you have tea with the Mrs. Astor?โ€ He poses. โ€œMake you cum while you clean up.โ€
โ€œA very dirty way of getting clean.โ€ You hum, tipping your head back to silently ask for a kiss. โ€œAnd maybeโ€ฆa preview to tonight?โ€
โ€œMy wife is greedy.โ€ Max boasts happily. โ€œWanting to sleep with a tongue inside her.โ€
โ€œI was thinking maybeโ€ฆโ€ You canโ€™t help it, biting your lip to keep the grin blossoming across your face from getting too big. โ€œOf a different part of youโ€ฆโ€
โ€œFingers?โ€ Max lifts a brow at you and grins when you shake your head. โ€œToe? Iโ€™ve never tried that before, to be honest.โ€
"I'm ready." You tell him, warmth in your cheeks and in your smile. "If you are."
โ€œAre you sure?โ€ Max asks seriously, reaching up and brushing his fingers over your pulse. โ€œI donโ€™t want you to rush because you think Iโ€™m impatient.โ€
"I'm sure." His sweetness is part of the reason, but you know he would deflect if you said so. "I love you, and I want to celebrate that."
โ€œIt will be good.โ€ He promises sincerely. โ€œLike youโ€™ve never experienced before.โ€
โ€œIf itโ€™s good then it definitely will be like Iโ€™ve never experienced before,โ€ you joke, rolling your eyes in exaggeration to make him laugh. โ€œHonestly love, please donโ€™t feel any pressure. I justโ€ฆI want to share this with you. Thatโ€™s all.โ€
โ€œIโ€™ve felt plenty of pressure.โ€ Max jokes, smirking at his innuendo. โ€œBut if youโ€™re ready, the perfect place to make love to my wife for the first time, would be in the bed at the Vanderbiltโ€™s mansion.โ€
โ€œTime travel bragging right.โ€ Every time he gets so proud to call you his wife it gives you a little shiver and you grin.
โ€œAnd itโ€™s not like we are breaking into a museum to do it.โ€ He chuckles and turns you around to start unbuttoning the back of your traveling dress. โ€œIt will be quite the โ€˜feather in your capโ€™ as your grandfather likes to say.โ€
โ€œAnd weโ€™re even in the time where people actually wear feathers in their caps.โ€ His nimble fingers are quick to undo the outer layer of your dress, pulling away the top to let you stretch a little more easily in just your corset cover and corset above what seems like miles of petticoats. Without those big sleeves itโ€™s a lot easier to move.
Max snickers. โ€œIโ€™m just grateful we didnโ€™t come to a time where wearing tights was fashionable.โ€ He jokes.
โ€œWhy not?โ€ You smirk at him over your shoulder. โ€œYouโ€™ve got great legs.โ€
โ€œYeah, but it would leave nothing to the imagination, package wise.โ€ He snorts.
โ€œThose big โ€˜ol pantaloons they wore over the tights would.โ€ It reminds you of a Shakespeare show you saw once, and the idea of Max back in that time scraping out thees and thous makes you giggle. โ€œMaybe Iโ€™ll get the hang of this time traveling stuff and weโ€™ll be time tourists. Who knows?โ€
He hums, knowing that you both can be time travelers in your own time as well, watching history unfold as you both remain ageless.
Max helps you out of your skirt, letting you shed all those extra pounds of beading and embroidery for a little while before you have to put on something suitable for Mrs. Astor. You have very little idea of what Renรฉe packed but youโ€™ll manage, just enjoying the freedom of lighter layers for now. Petticoats and a bustle donโ€™t weigh too much, youโ€™ve been surprised to find.
โ€œBetter?โ€ Max loves the sight of you in the undergarments of the time, honestly playing into the time period movies that he had watched when he was younger. Sometimes hoping to get laid, but that one โ€“ Pride and Prejudice โ€“ that was just a guilty pleasure.
โ€œItโ€™s so hard to move in the full dresses.โ€ Which is why youโ€™re wiggling happily and stretching everywhere now that you have a little freedom. โ€œAt least we didnโ€™t come back to the age of six-foot crinolines. You wouldnโ€™t be able to get near me at all.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t know what that is, but a crinoline sounds horrible.โ€ He gives you a mock look of horror. โ€œDonโ€™t sent us there.โ€
โ€œI promise.โ€ He gets the giggle out of you that he was hoping for, and you turn to lean against him because you still have the bustle underneath your petticoats tied in place so you canโ€™t just back up into his arms.
โ€œHow come the history books never talk about how dirty traveling is?โ€ Max snorts, knowing that both of you need a bath.
โ€œBecause no one wants to read about horse shit and dust everywhere.โ€ You laugh along with him. โ€œI wish I had time for a bath but apparently travel by horse-drawn carriage takes foreeeeever.โ€
โ€œYou want to get clean, baby doll?โ€ Max smirks. โ€œI can clean you up real quick.โ€
โ€œSpeed bath?โ€ You raise one eyebrow at him.
He chuckles. โ€œPerks of moving fast, sweetums.โ€ He had overheard the nickname on the dining car last night and had fallen in love with it, to tease you with, of course.
When you roll your eyes itโ€™s entirely joking, but you cross your arms appraisingly and smirk. โ€œAlright. Go for it.โ€
โ€œDone, baby doll.โ€ He snaps his fingers as if he were a magician, drawing your eyes away from the trick before he begins to move quickly.
When he wants to be, Max is a whirlwind. Before you know it your petticoats are strewn around the room and your corset seems to disappear in a flash, along with your chemise and stockings, all while you barely feel him touch you. The tornado of movement carries you so easily to the bathroom and within minutes youโ€™re scrubbed clean and dry again.
When he stops moving, itโ€™s obvious that Max has also cleaned up while taking care of your quick wash. Grinning and not even breathless as he eyes you. โ€œBelieve me now?โ€
โ€œBaby,โ€ you smirk, the expression rolling over your features with glee. โ€œI never doubted you. I just wanted to see you show off.โ€
โ€œGood.โ€ He winks at you and shrugs. โ€œNow you are all clean and can enjoy your visit with Mrs. Astor.โ€
โ€œWish me luck?โ€ Walking over to the set of buttons built into the carved wood detailing of the guest room, you press the one marked to connect to you maid and sigh. You are definitely going to need Reneeโ€™s help picking out a dress.
โ€œOf course.โ€ Max snaps his fingers again. โ€œI could come with you.โ€ He offers with a coy grin.
โ€œI donโ€™t think the Mrs. Astor would take kindly to a bat in her house.โ€ Though you grin broadly at the idea.
โ€œI would make a fashionable hat accessory.โ€ He huffs, miffed that you might deny him the opportunity.
โ€œIf you think you can hold still for an entire tea visit, Iโ€™ll take you with me.โ€ Itโ€™s sweet of him to want to come with you, though you know itโ€™s also because heโ€™s an incorrigible gossip.
He tuts because he knows youโ€™ve got him there. Thereโ€™s no way he wouldnโ€™t ruffle his wings or trill at you in his bat form. โ€œShe might like bats.โ€ He grumbles.
โ€œShe might.โ€ When he pouts you canโ€™t help but kiss him, and your hand on his chest feels the thrilling thud of a single heartbeat as your lips brush his. โ€œAnd if she does, Iโ€™ll bring you next time. If there ever is a next time.โ€
โ€œOoookaaaaayyy.โ€ He rolls his eyes, playing up the pouring before he shrugs. โ€œTea sucks anyway. Kind of like me.โ€ He jokes, waggling his brows. โ€œGet it?โ€
โ€œHar har har.โ€ The exaggerated laughing noise makes both of you bust out into giggles just before a knock sounds at the door and Renee enters.
โ€œYou rang, Maโ€™am?โ€ She asks politely, stock still in her own immaculate uniform. No doubt she had already cleaned herself up from the trip.
โ€œI was hoping you might have packed a nice tea dress for the trip, Renee.โ€ Standing in your chemise and robe in the middle of the room is more than a touch unconventional, but so are you. โ€œIโ€™ve had an invitation from Mrs. Astor.โ€
โ€œOhhhhhh.โ€ Her eyes widen slightly and she nods eagerly. โ€œI have a beautiful teal tea dress that would be perfect.โ€ She insists.
โ€œWell,โ€ you flash both of them a smile, with Renee zipping right past you to the closet where your and Maxโ€™s clothes have been stored. โ€œHere goes nothing.โ€
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More than an hour later, after all the fuss of redressing, restyling, saying your polite โ€˜good afternoonโ€™s to the Vanderbilts, and being bundled in and out of a carriage all on your own to take you a mere twenty minute carriage ride from number 1 West 57th Street to 350 Fifth Avenue. The house is even grander than the old photo on the damn Wikipedia page youโ€™d seen ages ago, and you swallow thickly as you walk up to the door and ring the bell. Somehow youโ€™re just certain Mrs. Astorโ€™s butler will be the most intimidating possible version of that career choice.
Instead of the butler answering the door, Mrs. Astor herself is the one that pulls the door open. She had been sent word that you had accepted her invitation and had been looking out for your carriage to arrive. โ€œMrs. Phillips!โ€ She beams as she opens the door wider and steps back. โ€œI am so pleased you decided to accept my invitation.โ€
โ€œIt was very kind of you to ask me.โ€ Astonished to find the woman herself standing in the front hall of her house, you falter and damn near curtsy as a footman appears to whisk your gloves and reticule away. The small hat perched on your head โ€” not adorned with a particular bat โ€” stays firmly in place.
โ€œWhen Alice Vanderbilt told me you were going to be in town, I knew I had to have you to tea.โ€ She slides her arm through yours and notices you craning your neck around to look at the interior. โ€œYou and Mr. Phillips will be building homes, correct? Let me give you a tour? We have so many modern conveniences.โ€
โ€œWe havenโ€™t decided where to build yet.โ€ Polite conversation seems the way to go, as Mrs. Astor escorts you around the first floor of the fashionable and enormous brownstone they call home. โ€œWe may make our home in Newport year round.โ€
โ€œI would love to have a permanent home.โ€ She admits easily. โ€œPacking up everything I need from one home to another is so tiring at times.โ€
โ€œBut the summers are not always pleasant here, and winters can be isolating in Newport.โ€ She leads you through the hall to a stunning sitting room and itโ€™s really all you can do not to stare the way you did your very first day at your home in Newport. โ€œThere must be some advantages for being able to travel where the weather is nicest?โ€
โ€œOf course there are. I know that I am very fortunate to be able to escape the intolerant weather.โ€ She knows that she is privileged and is thankful for her childrenโ€™s sake. โ€œI would love a frolicking bath in the gardens. Or a pool, but William says that itโ€™s too much effort.โ€
โ€œMax doesnโ€™t particularly care for the beach. I think he would probably love a pool instead.โ€ Although, the thought of him indignantly turning into a bat just to be out in the sunshine to see you in a swimsuit almost makes you giggle.
โ€œThen perhaps you will have an indoor pool?โ€ She suggests. โ€œYou can swim no matter the weather outside.โ€
โ€œPerhaps.โ€ She seems delighted for you at the prospect so you smile. โ€œAnd if we did, you would certainly be welcome to visit.โ€
โ€œI would be visiting often.โ€ She admits with a grin as she guides you back towards the parlor where the tea is being laid by one of the footmen.
If you had any intention of staying in this time, it would be an immense compliment. But as it is, you have to take the fact as what it is โ€” if you get stuck here, then Lina Astor is a valuable ally to have. โ€œYou will be most welcome, pool or otherwise.โ€
โ€œYou are kind. And that is a refreshing thing to find.โ€ She hums, smiling as she settles you both down on the sofa. โ€œVery refreshing indeed.โ€
โ€œIt was an honor to receive your invitation.โ€ It is, and youโ€™re aware of that, but youโ€™re still wondering why she invited you here other than the fact that youโ€™re staying with the Browns. Itโ€™s not as though she knows youโ€™re their granddaughter.
โ€œThen I am happy you accepted.โ€ The footman has disappeared, and Mrs. Astor leans forward to pick up the teapot. โ€œIt is not often I find other kindred spirits in my circle.โ€
โ€œIโ€”Iโ€™m sorry?โ€ The comment takes you off guard, and you feel a little like a deer in headlights at the moment.
Her smile turns slightly coy and she tilts her head. โ€œI donโ€™t think that Iโ€™m mistaken.โ€ She tells you conversationally. โ€œAnother time traveling witch?โ€
The mistake you made was reaching for the teacup that the footman had set beside you before leaving the room at exactly the moment Mrs. Astor said the words โ€˜time travelingโ€™. Your hand clatters past the cup and saucer, nearly upending the small table beside you as your eyes grow as wide as dinner plates. โ€œEโ€”excuseโ€”โ€ Oh, Max is going to be so mad he isnโ€™t here for this. โ€œHow could you possiblyโ€”?โ€
โ€œKnow that you arenโ€™t from this time?โ€ She muses and sets down the tea set to tap her brows. โ€œYou must have just waxed your brows before you travelled back.โ€ Her eyes are flashing with intrigue. โ€œWhat year had you left?โ€
"Iโ€”" It automatically makes you hide your hands, like she could somehow know that you had just taken off your nail polish the day before. "Um...2023..." you murmur, feeling very oddly like you've been caught by the Time Travel Police or something equally insane.
โ€œOhhhhhh.โ€ She smiles excitedly and leans in. โ€œTell me about it, please?โ€ Thereโ€™s a plea in her voice that is barely noticeable under the excitement.
You donโ€™t even know where to begin, swallowing hard and realizing that the conversation might not make any sense โ€“ in an insane sort of way โ€“ without context. "When...when have you, um...traveled to?" This time you manage to get the teacup firmly into your hands, but you're sure they must be shaking violently as you can't tear your eyes off the prim and proper madam of New York society.
โ€œI think you misunderstand.โ€ Lina shakes her head and reasons that itโ€™s not a logical conclusion. โ€œI was born in 1965. This is the time I travelled to.โ€
"What?" When you almost drop the delicate teacup all over again, you just shove it back onto the table.
โ€œI would never have believed it myself.โ€ She admits easily, continuing to talk. โ€œHowever, how do you deny yourself in photographs from decades before you were born?โ€ She asks. โ€œI know some might think there a doppelgรคngers, historical figures that look like other people in different times, but I believe, like me, they are witches who have travelled to their proper times.โ€
"Does that mean...that once we travel...that we're stuck?" You ask, eyes widening impossibly yet again. "We go back to our proper time and stay there?" The possibility hadn't occurred to you, but it seems alarmingly real to hear her talk about it.
โ€œPerhaps that it the wrong wording.โ€ Mrs. Astor concedes. โ€œBecause I could have chosen to go back, but why would I when my soulmate was in this time?โ€
"I suppose that would account for the decision." The way your mind seems to be scrambled is the only thing that makes perfect sense at the moment, but shaking your head doesn't seem to set any of your thoughts straight at all โ€“ except one. "So there is a way to go back, then?"
She frowns slightly, tilting her head. โ€œYou mean you didnโ€™t come here on purpose?โ€ She asks softly, trying to understand why you would travel through time if not for a reason.
"It was an accident," you admit, feeling all the more amateurish for it. "I was trying to cast a protection spell and it...sort of imploded around me. Instead of banishing the person from where my soulmate and I were, it brought him here with us."
โ€œOh my.โ€ Her eyes widen slightly and she knows there must be more to the story. โ€œHopefully, that person is no longer a bother to you and your soulmate?โ€
"No." A fact which has brought you no small amount of relief. "No. He certainly is not." This might be the most insane situation out of all of the insane situations you've ever found yourself in, and you lean forward in your seat unconsciously. "So..if you were born in 1965...do you mind if I ask where you were born? I'm endlessly curious now."
She grins and leans in. โ€œCalifornia.โ€
"This is just...absolutely insane." The shake of your head still doesn't align your thoughts, but at least this time when you laugh in disbelief you don't feel foolish for it. "And you just...saw yourself in a history book?"
โ€œImagine my surprise.โ€ She snorts and shakes her head. โ€œBut I just knew that it was me.โ€
"And I thought my story was crazy," you huff, exhaling like it's the biggest relief of your life.
โ€œBelieve me, thereโ€™s few who know my story.โ€ Lina laughs, reaching over and covering your hand with your own. โ€œHow do you explain a colored rose tattoo on your pelvic bone to a man who has never even thought of a tattoo?โ€
โ€œOh my god.โ€ Barely managing not to snort when you burst out into giggles, you cover your mouth and manage to recompose yourself. โ€œThatโ€ฆthat would not be easy,โ€ you admit readily. โ€œAlthough I guess at least itโ€™s somewhere easily hidden.โ€
โ€œYes. William has accepted that I am from a different time, but my maid believes it is a strange birthmark.โ€ She snickers.
โ€œThat is a remarkably detailed birthmark, Mrs. Astor,โ€ you snicker softly, shaking your head. โ€œMine is essentially a blob.โ€
โ€œJust so.โ€ She agrees. โ€œHow are you acquainted with Mr. and Mrs. Brown, really?โ€
โ€œI suppose itโ€™s a moot point, to ask you to keep my secrets when youโ€™ve already shared yours. Weโ€™re in this together.โ€ And what a fucking weird person to even say that to, you think with an internal huff. โ€œThey are my grandparents. But only Mr. Brown knows who I really am.โ€
โ€œGrandparentsโ€ฆhow delightful.โ€ She hums as she picks up your cup of tea and hands it back to you. โ€œI expect that itโ€™s easily possible because of your vampiric bloodline, your mother waited to give birth to you?โ€
โ€œI should not be surprised that you know so much, I suppose?โ€ Itโ€™s astonishing to you, but maybe it shouldnโ€™t be. Doesnโ€™t everyone have friends who keep their secrets? Especially within the magical community. โ€œYes. She did. She waited quite a while.โ€
โ€œYour grandmother is the leader of her coven in Newport.โ€ She reminds you. โ€œI am the leader of the coven here. William has actually talked to your grandfather about immortality.โ€
โ€œReally?โ€ Imagining the Astors in the future makes your head spin a little, but how is it any weirder than you coming back to this time? โ€œIf you ever find yourself in 2023, come and visit.โ€
Picking up her own tea, she adds a sugar cube and stirs it. โ€œYour soulmate is immortal? Or just a lucky human? I wasnโ€™t quite able to tell.โ€
โ€œMax is immortal.โ€ And you almost laugh to yourself, thinking again how much he would love to be here for this. โ€œMy grandfather was his sireโ€ฆeither several years ago or it will be many years in the future. Depending on how you look at it.โ€
โ€œHow fascinating it all is.โ€ She wonders, blowing on her tea and taking a small sip. โ€œWhat a wonderful connection. I hope that your time here is fruitful?โ€
โ€œI hope so, too.โ€ You admit, blowing out a sigh of your own. โ€œOf course, if I can never figure out how to get us home, our time here will be permanent.โ€
โ€œYes,โ€ at the mention of that, Lina straightens. โ€œThat is why I asked you to tea. To get to know you, but also inquire if you are well versed in the spells.โ€ She sets her tea down and stands, moving over to the bookcase. โ€œI have all my own spells here, including the one to bring me to my Williamโ€™s time.โ€
โ€œI am not particularly well versed in any spells at all.โ€ The idea of an Astor family grimoire piques your interest as you watch her move amongst the shelves, pulling things out quickly in a very particular order until a hidden panel in the wainscoting pops open. Of fucking course Mrs. Astor has a secret compartment for her grimoire. โ€œMy magical education came late in life.โ€
โ€œThe perhaps I might give you a copy?โ€ She asks, knowing that you might not have your own family grimoire. If her own could assist you in creating one, she would be delighted.
"Are you serious?" At least the more modern phrase won't sound too foreign to her as you stare at the petite figure of Lina Astor over your teacup. "Iโ€”I meanโ€”that would be so incredibly generous of you."
โ€œI will start writing it out immediately.โ€ She promises as she brings the leather-bound book over to the sofa. โ€œBy the time of your grandmotherโ€™s ball, it will be in your hands.โ€
"Then I suppose we're here until at least Samhain." A few weeks in 1885 won't do you any harm, but it makes your smile flicker slightly at the thought of missing your own Samhain ball. It makes you wonder how Allison and Eddie are doing โ€“ what they're doing โ€“ and if Yayo has even explained what's going on.
โ€œDelightful.โ€ She winks at you, even as she speaks properly. โ€œYou and I will have to have tea again then. I will call on you?โ€
"Any time." In the back of your mind you vaguely recall that the appropriate length of a social call in this time period is something absurd like fifteen minutes, and you figure that period must be up. "We're staying with the Cornelius Vanderbilts until Friday, then returning to Newport."
Nodding, she understands your reasoning and bites her lip. โ€œI will be attending the opera tomorrow night, will you be attending as well?โ€
"My grandparents were kind enough to let us use their box." An actual box at the opera sounded like a beautiful night to you and Annie had been over the moon to bring Emmanuel to the Academy of Music. "My soulmate has never been to an opera before, so we should be in for a fun night."
โ€œThen I will see you at intermission.โ€ Lina decides with a warm smile. โ€œI have to admit that I am very glad you came to tea. It had been a long time since I have talked aboutโ€ฆthings.โ€
"I'm glad I wasn't too nervous to accept." Standing from the sofa, you have just enough time to compose yourself before a footman steps up to the drawing room door. You can see your gloves and reticule lying on the table in the foyer and you know that that's your signal. "Thank you for having me, Mrs. Astor. I look forward to seeing you again."
โ€œCall me Lina.โ€ She demands softly, setting the book down and leaning in to give you a quick hug. โ€œWe are sisters after all.โ€
"I will see you tomorrow night, Lina." You squeeze her back gently before striding from the room and accepting your things from the footman with a smile. Whatever you had expected this visit to be, it was nothing like that at all, and you're all the more glad for it as you get into the carriage.
As soon as the door closes, the bat that had been sitting up on top of the curtain flutters down and lands in your lap, squawking.
"Well, hey Cutie pie. I know you." It's all you can do not to burst out into giggles, but you scoop Bat Max up in both hands and let him snuggle into your chest as the carriage lurches and starts off down the street to take you back to the Vanderbilt's house. "You're never going to believe the visit I just had," you tell him honestly, blowing out a deep sigh.
Max turns his head and practically sticks it down your bodice, thankful that the tea dress is lower cut than your traveling dress. Flapping his wings and squeaking in response to you.
"If you wanted to grope me, you could do it in human form," you snort, giggling at the little bat's antics. "So it turns out..." you cuddle your soulmate's animal form as the carriage bumps and jostles along the road, hand wrapped around his small body to keep him safe against you. "The legendary Mrs. Lina Astor? Is a witch."
Snuggled happily between your breasts, Max trills, hating that he has to pull away, but he canโ€™t transform in your dress. โ€œWhat?!?โ€ He demands as soon as he is very much in a human form again, eyes bugged out in surprise.
โ€œI swear on every god I can think of,โ€ you promise, holding your hand up like itโ€™s some kind of solemn oath. โ€œBut it gets crazier. Sheโ€™s a fucking time traveler, too!โ€
โ€œBullshit.โ€ Max huffs, not thinking you are a liar, but who can that be?
โ€œI swear!โ€ The way you practically double over cackling โ€” or you would have doubled over if not for the corset โ€” tells him how dead serious you are. โ€œShe was born in 1965. Saw herself in history books and knew she had to come back.โ€
โ€œIsnโ€™t that a mind fuck?โ€ Maxโ€™s eyes widen. โ€œOne of the most historical female figures in America is a time traveler.โ€
โ€œSheโ€™s going to make me a copy of her grimoire,โ€ you murmur, voice full of awe as you lean into your soulmateโ€™s side. โ€œI canโ€™t fucking believe I found another time traveler. And by accident!โ€
โ€œIt seems as if she recognizes something about you.โ€ He worries about that slightly, but with Mrs. Astor as an ally, it would smooth a lot of issues for you should they arise.
โ€œShe noticed my eyebrows.โ€ Itโ€™s such a stupid detail to you that itโ€™s laughable, but itโ€™s completely on point when you look at it. The fact that you had gone to the salon with Allison just the day before everything happened is what made your appearance stick out to a woman who actually knew what eyebrow waxing was. โ€œShe said sheโ€™d help me. So I can get us back safely. Butโ€ฆthe copy of her grimoire wonโ€™t be ready until Samhain. So it looks like we have two more weeks in 1885.โ€
โ€œI wonโ€™t mind that.โ€ Max admits with an easy grin. โ€œAlthough you might.โ€ He snorts, lifting a brow. โ€œYou start your period in two weeks.โ€
โ€œPain killers in this time have cocaine and heroine. I am not taking a damn thing.โ€ Youโ€™re not surprised at all that your blood drinking soulmate with a superhuman sense of smell already knows your cycle, so you just bypass that face completely. โ€œI will be begging for hot chocolate, though.โ€
โ€œAll the hot chocolate you can drink.โ€ He promises with a smirk. โ€œI think your mother likes my hot chocolate too.โ€
โ€œShe does.โ€ And of course heโ€™s smug about that. He deserves to be. โ€œBut you canโ€™t cave and give her the recipe. She used to make me Swiss Miss when I was a kid.โ€
โ€œOh no.โ€ He huffs. โ€œThis is my secret recipe.โ€ He insists. โ€œYou only get that when youโ€™ve been married to me for a hundred years.โ€
"Real married or pretend married?" You tease, grinning as you snuggle deeper into his side.
โ€œReal.โ€ He snorts. โ€œHave to make sure youโ€™re with me for me and not my hot chocolate.โ€ He teases. โ€œAlthough, before I forgetโ€ฆ.do you want to dance tonight?โ€
"I'd love to." Your hand slips gently into his, fingers threading together, and you squeeze his hand in yours. With your head on his shoulder at the carriage bumps along the road, this is pretty damn close to bliss.
โ€œGood.โ€ Maxโ€™s fingers caress your palm. โ€œI hired a little band of musicians to play for us after Alice said I could use the ballroom tonight.โ€
"You hired a band?" Reeling back to look him in the eye, your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline in surprise. "What's the occasion? Did I not know it was your birthday or something?"
โ€œNo.โ€ If he was still living, his cheeks would be scorching hot, but he does look a little embarrassed. โ€œSince itโ€™sโ€ฆsince you want toโ€ฆโ€ he waggles his brows suggestively in an endearing immature way. โ€œI wanted to make it special. A night you wouldnโ€™t forget.โ€ He also wants to show you that you deserve some to put in the effort for you.
"Honey..." Your gasp, you have realized since being with someone who doesn't need to breathe, is so uniquely human. He might be looking slightly embarrassed, but your jaw is on the floor of the carriage and tears have sprung up into your eyes as you stare at him. "Youโ€”really?" It's so far outside of the realm of what you could ever have expected that you don't even know what to say. "For...me?"
โ€œWas it dumb?โ€ He had been sure that you would love it. โ€œItโ€™s dumb. I should have asked, right?โ€ He panics and shakes his head. โ€œIโ€™m sorry, Dolly, I just wanted to make it special.โ€
"Max." Tugging on his hand slightly makes him look at you, and you shake your head fiercely even as you reach up with your free hand to touch his cheek. "That is the sweetest, most thoughtful, most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me and if we weren't already engaged I'd been asking you to marry me right here in this carriage." The watery shine in your eyes is nothing less than pure happiness and pride, and you lean forward to kiss him with soft surety. "In fact, I'm prepared to say fuck it and get married right here in 1885, just so I can proudly call you my husband for real."
He stares into your eyes for a moment, the unease fading and he bites his lip. โ€œI just wanted you to feel special.โ€ He admits quietly. โ€œYou are special. And I want you to believe it.โ€
"My whole adult life, no one has ever believed in me or loved me the way you have." It's somehow simultaneously exhilarating and humbling, the magnitude to which Max's love is worn entirely on his sleeve. It's obvious, not just evident, and you never thought that you were worth someone's entire devotion the way Max has given every ounce of himself over to loving you. "I hope I give back even half of what you do. And I'm glad we have literally all the time in the world for me to learn to love you exactly as well as you love me. Because you're special too, sweetheart."
โ€œOf course I am.โ€ He flashes you a smirk that is pure bravado, and more than a little facade, but he wonโ€™t argue with you. It would be pointless when you would say you werenโ€™t worth it to him.
"I just never want you to doubt it, that's all." Max deals with his insecurities in very different ways than you do. You know that. So instead of huffing at him or rolling your eyes or anything of that sort, you just smile and kiss the corner of his mouth again.
โ€œI knew I should have gone with you.โ€ Max pouts, but he knows his presence might have derailed the conversation.
"Today will hardly be the last that we hear or see of Lina Astor," you remind him with a grin. "She might even pop up to 2023 to see us sometime."
โ€œThat would be pretty fucking cool.โ€ Max muses. โ€œHer husband has certainly made enough money to support them.โ€
"I don't know if he's ever actually time traveled with her, but it would be pretty fun if they popped into the future to visit." The two of you lean back again in the carriage, resting against each other's sides as it pulls around the corner of the avenue. "Can you imagine throwing a ball in 2023 and having an Astor show up?"
โ€œNo one would know who they were.โ€ Max points out. โ€œThey could move through the time in complete anonymity.โ€
"Unless we find the one person who is like...an Astor family historian or something." That person must exist, you're sure of it. But thankfully, you definitely don't know them. Although if you did? That would be an interesting introduction. "You do know that if I get my time traveling down as well as hers, we could do that, too?"
โ€œHas she travelled to other times as well?โ€ He asks, confused as he wonders. Could that explain why the Astors had a golden touch in business?
"Visits are so short here that I didn't really have time to ask," you admit sheepishly. "But I offered for her to come and visit us in our time and she didn't immediately shut me down or anything, so I have to think it's possible. It's magic not like...a wormhole or a tear in the space-time continuum, right? So theoretically a witch who can master it should be able to pick their destination just like Marty McFly plugging a date into the Delorian."
โ€œDo they make it in a broom model?โ€ Max jokes, chuckling at his own humor when you roll your eyes. โ€œItโ€™s funny and you know it.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m getting a bumper sticker for abuelaโ€™s fancy car when we get home,โ€ you inform him, laughing under your breath at your own bad joke. โ€œMy Other Ride Is a Broom.โ€
โ€œYou would not put a sticker on that car.โ€ Max is horrified in a decidedly male way about that, his eyes wide and anguished. โ€œMy carโ€™s probably been towed off, or stolen.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m sure Yayo had it picked up. After allโ€” he knows where we are.โ€ The carriage rolls to a stop and you stretch as much as your dress allows. โ€œHome sweet temporary home.โ€
โ€œWhat a temporary home it is.โ€ Max snorts, admiring the grandeur of the facade. โ€œI could see having a gothic style architecture if we were here permanently. Play up the spooky vibes.โ€
โ€œMaybe we should build a house anyway,โ€ you joke with a grin. โ€œCome and go as we like once I figure out how to get us back and forth.โ€
โ€œWhich house in history has an ambiguous past?โ€ Max asks, lifting a brow curiously.
โ€œThereโ€™s a lot of them.โ€ Off the top of your head thereโ€™s things like Boldt Castle in New York and the Winchester Mystery House. โ€œAnd I bet Yayo would take care of it for us.โ€
โ€œHmmmm.โ€ Max is thoughtful a moment before he shrugs one shoulder. โ€œPerhaps itโ€™s one of ours.โ€ He tells you. โ€œStranger things have happened.โ€
โ€œMaybe weโ€™ll get back and Mrs. Taylor will hand us an extra set of keys.โ€ The thought makes you grin, and the carriage jostles just as one is the Vanderbiltโ€™s footmen comes out to open the door and lend you a hand. What seemed unnecessary and dramatic in period films now makes perfect sense. If you didnโ€™t have help getting out of this carriage youโ€™d never be able to find the sidewalk for all the dress you have to wear.
Max managed to turn into a bat before the footman opened the door. That way he will not cause any questions amongst the staff about how he wasnโ€™t with you and then he was. Luckily for stealth, the dips and flounces hide your bat-ified soulmate from sight and you just climb the steps into the house neatly after saying thank you to the footman without anyone being any wiser.
Max smirks a batty little smirk and clings to the folds of your outfit, enjoying being carried into the house with no one the wiser.
******
When Mrs. Vanderbilt also falls in love with an idea, she isnโ€™t one to sit on it. Max asking for the ballroom to dance with his bride sounded like the most thoughtful and romantic thing that she had ever heard of. She had pointed him in the direction of a small orchestra, and had personally gone to the kitchen to have the idea of a dinner for two planned out with the cook with a footman assigned to serve the quiet meal.
There were flowers everywhere. She must have sent Renee out to purchase every flower from every corner within a ten block radius. Bouquets of them set around a small garden table that has been laid out for two, a champagne bucket beside it. The candles and glass lanterns low enough to give the enormous room a romantic, intimate glow. You had been hustled through another bath, a fresh ball gown that had to come from somewhere, although you donโ€™t remember seeing it amongst your purchases even though it is vaguely familiar, and some of Aliceโ€™s own jewels around your neck when you are escorted into the room to find Max waiting for you. His own bath done and his tailored tuxedo making him look every inch the dashing, handsome vampire that he is.
โ€œThis is a lot more than just dancingโ€ฆโ€ you gasp, one gloved hand going straight to your heart as you look around. The Vanderbiltโ€™s expansive ballroom looks like it has been taken over by a fairy kingdom with the way it overflows with blossoms, and you look to Max in awe. โ€œItโ€™s stunning, love. Youโ€™reโ€ฆ youโ€™veโ€ฆโ€ There really arenโ€™t words for the way your heart swells in your chest, and you walk over to him with sure steps to wrap your arms around him. โ€œMy soulmate is the sweetest man in the whole world,โ€ you murmur against his chest.
โ€œI didnโ€™t do all this.โ€ Max admits with a shake of his head. โ€œI just mentioned that I wanted it to be special.โ€
โ€œNo?โ€ You pull back from him, incredulous, and look around then down at yourself. โ€œThis dress?โ€
โ€œWellโ€ฆโ€ he shrugs. โ€œI asked Alice if there is a dress that was suitable for a night of dancing.โ€
โ€œSo I need to write Alice the worldโ€™s best thank you note for hosting us. Thatโ€™s what youโ€™re saying?โ€ Looking at the pair of you together in the nearby mirrored wall paneling, though, your eyes widen in recognition. โ€œI know this dress!โ€ You realize just a second later.
โ€œReally?โ€ Max frowns for a moment and tilts his head. โ€œFrom where?โ€
โ€œFrom the attic.โ€ Your eyes are wide when you look back at him and you practically giggle. โ€œThe day that we all dressed up and went to the mansion?โ€ It seems like years and years ago that you were first getting to know the girls in the Newport coven, and the pang of missing them hits deeply. โ€œAllison wore this.โ€
โ€œHow interesting.โ€ He guides you over to the table and pulls out a chair for you to sit down.
"I guess it goes to show that this was supposed to happen?" When he sits down across from you, the two of you exchange a shared, soft smile. "Maybe we shouldn't be surprised anymore? Since life has thrown us so many curveballs already."
โ€œItโ€™s been nothing but adventure since youโ€™ve arrived.โ€ Max admits with a chuckle. โ€œBut Iโ€™ve enjoyed the ride. How about you?โ€
"I wouldn't change a single thing." And you really wouldn't. Even the parts filled with uncertainty or fear have brought you closer together, but more than anything he has given you strength and confidence that you never had before. Loving Max has made you a better person, inside and out. "And I'm very excited for every adventure that is still to come."
Smirking proudly, Max takes the bottle of champagne from the bucket and looks at it and then at you. โ€œSweetheartโ€ฆ.do you want me to have this taken away?โ€ He asks softly. โ€œI donโ€™t think Alice knew.โ€
"If you want to have some, it's okay." He likely won't, having insisted since the day he found out why you don't drink that he will abstain right along with you. But it's also not like this meal will hold much interest for him considering his preferred diet, so you give him the choice.
The bottle goes back in the bucket and he shakes his head. โ€œIโ€™m good.โ€ He knows that you wouldnโ€™t want any, but he always wants to continue to make sure that you know that if you want to have some again, you have that option.
The footman, confused by the turn of phrase, seems to understand that champagne will not be necessary and steps forward to remove the ice bucket and its contents. โ€œIโ€™ll let Alice know that we donโ€™t drink alcohol when I thank her for tonight,โ€ you tell Max. โ€œItโ€™sโ€ฆall of this is absolutely beautiful.โ€
โ€œWhatever you want to tell her, baby.โ€ Max from before would offer advice, but he has learned that you just want to explain and not have your feelings or ideas overruled. โ€œTonight is about you and I want it to be perfect.โ€
"Tonight is about us." It's about growing closer and about this last, large step forward. You can't be sure if it's taken longer than you thought or far less time than you would have imagined, but having now spent enough nights actually sleeping with Max along with getting to know him, the time for euphemistic sleeping together feels exciting.
He might not feel that way, but he doesnโ€™t argue. Knowing that itโ€™s important for you that he also be included. His soulmate is actually very considerate and he is grateful for that. โ€œDo you want to eat before we dance?โ€ He asks with a grin. โ€œOr work up an appetite?โ€
"I would hate to interrupt the chef's schedule." According to your abuela, meals in this time are a well-orchestrated dance all in their own right, and you look to the footman for any kind of confirmation or denial of a firm schedule existing. "Might we have time for a turn or two before the meal begins?"
The man smiles at the question, thinking briefly, and almost bows to you with his deep nod. "I will make sure of it, Mrs. Phillips. Please, enjoy yourselves," he says before excusing himself.
The tails of the tuxedo are something that Max believes should still be around in his own time, flicking them out as he stands and glides around the table. โ€œWill you waltz with me, Mrs. Phillips?โ€ He asks, bowing as any gentleman of the time would. Your Yayo had spent time to make sure that Max fit in and did not make any social blunders.
"Mr. Phillips, I would be delighted." You're both up and out of your chairs again, and the leader of the small band that has been hired takes Max's cue to strike up a lively but simple waltz. The man clearly took working up an appetite literally, and you have to smile as Max puts one hand around your waist and draws you in close โ€“ a perfect ballroom frame supporting both of you in place before he leads you into the dance.
Like every time Max has danced with you, he is struck by how seamless it is. Itโ€™s as if you and he become one at that moment and move in perfect coordinated unison. Thereโ€™s not a split secondโ€™s hesitation, no faltering. Working easily as if you had been partners for a lifetime, which one day will be true.
The swells in the music become dips and turns, the swaying of your frame in Max's keeping you in time and making sure no feet ever get stepped on. The movement is smooth as silk and completely entrancing, although you know that some of your favourite moves are impossible in a gown this large. All that matters is that you and Max stay connected, moving together with fluidity and grace. Sometimes it feels like the happiest you've ever been are these moments dancing with Max, and you wonder if tonight might somehow equal that or make it feel even more magical than it already does.
The mood is already romantic, the music and the dance coupled with the lighting and what both of you know is to come. Itโ€™s fairy tale quality and still Max wishes for more. Wanting you to remember tonight forever, looking back at the moment that you truly became his and he became yours. For all his easy flirtations and past liaisons, he wants to continue to romance his soulmate, for everyday to be an opportunity for you to fall more in love with him.
"You're thinking awfully hard about something," you murmur when he pulls you back to his chest after a turn. His expression of concentration is so easy to pick out, and always makes you want to smooth your thumb over his forehead to soothe the creases away.
โ€œThinking about you.โ€ He admits easily. โ€œHow you deserve so much more. How special you are.โ€ He knows you will protest, but he will just have to dance with you more.
"The perfect example of why we're soulmates." Humming softly, you squeeze his shoulder with your off hand and offer him a soft smile. "We think the world of each other and nothing of ourselves." He has masked it with bravado for pretty much his entire life, but when it comes down to it, he has just as many issues with how he perceives himself as you do. "I love you, Max. Completely. You're the most special thing in the world to me, so if I'm as special as you say we're a hell of a team."
The words are the soft, sweet ones that he has craved his entire life and he savors them. Tucking you against his body and closing his eyes. โ€œWe are a hell of a team.โ€ He insists. โ€œNow we just need to find out what dancing between the sheets looks like for us.โ€
He manages to say it quietly enough that it doesn't echo across the ballroom, keeping it for your ears only, and you giggle with soft delight. You're actually excited for this, which isn't something that you were sure you would ever feel again. "I think it'll be very rhythmic," you tease.
He chuckles and nods. โ€œA steady, continuous rhythm.โ€ He promises. Unlike any previous lovers, Max doesnโ€™t get tired. Any changes in the pace would be because he fumbles or he wants to change, not because heโ€™s unable to keep it up.
"Mr. Phillips, I think that counts as scandalous," you hum, fanning yourself with your own hand dramatically and wishing that just this once you actually had one of those fancy hand fans to tease him with.
"You would faint in shock at all the scandalous things that I would do to you, Dolly." Max snorts playfully, sending you a hot look as he dips you low and presses his face into your breasts before slowly dragging you upright again.
โ€œMaybe I would.โ€ Considering there is an entire group of strangers in the room, you demure a little even though youโ€™re shivering with anticipation on the inside. โ€œPerhaps I am terribly proper and ladylike and this is where Iโ€™ve belonged all along.โ€
โ€œI can see that.โ€ He growls, flashing his fangs at you playfully for a split second. โ€œAnd I am the wicked vampire ready to defile you.โ€
When you giggle and have to smother a snort, itโ€™s because youโ€™re sure that anyone overhearing this would assume you were really into sexy role playing or at least fantasy foreplay. When the fact is, itโ€™s just who you are. A little silly, a lot romantic, and entirely devoted to making each other happy.
Around the room, your skirts swish and sway as he leads you. Speeding up and then slowing down along with the music. His eyes always on you as he twirls you around the dance floor. Aware that some of the Vanderbilt staff have peeked in, but it doesn't bother him, never minding an audience.
They're peaking in from around the corner screen and through the pocket doors at the end of the room, and you're dimly aware of their presence without ever minding it for a single second. Renee is probably with them, which makes you smile, and you hope she is enjoying the attention of fielding all sorts of questions about Miss Brown's mysterious new friends.
Max spins you again, taking this as seriously as any dance competition. Heโ€™s not expecting perfection but it seems that together, you move flawlessly. Making him proud of your abilities and he beams as he pulls you close again.
When the song draws to a close, Max holds you close to his chest instead of going for some dramatic end pose, letting the last strains of music fade away with you held fast to him as your heart beats wildly out of time. After a moment you become dimly aware of a soft clapping and glance over at the band, all of whom are politely applauding your performance. Your cheeks burn hot instantly and you laugh, but curtsy. It must not be often that they get a private show like this.
Max grins, proud of you and his movement shows it as he guides you back to the table for the first course. โ€œMy little ballroom dancer.โ€ He coos softly. โ€œSo perfect.โ€
โ€œIโ€™m just following your lead, love,โ€ you remind him softly. There is nothing but pure love in your eyes.
โ€œNothing I love more than to lead you around the dance floor, and hopefully something more tonight.โ€ He smirks slightly and helps you sit down.
โ€œI think weโ€™ve moved past hope and into certainty.โ€ As you sit down you give his hand a squeeze. Youโ€™re ready. Completely ready.
โ€œNever want you to feel like you canโ€™t end things immediately.โ€ Max sits down and he immediately reaches for your hand.
โ€œI know.โ€ And you appreciate it more than you can say. โ€œBut I donโ€™t think that will be the case.โ€ If youโ€™re honest, youโ€™ve started to crave the closeness of him, so tonight is exactly what you want.
โ€œI guarantee it wonโ€™t.โ€ He winks at you playfully. โ€œBut I do want my wife to tell me exactly what she expects of her husband.โ€
โ€œI promise.โ€ And you will. Justโ€ฆnot where an army of servants can overhear every detail. That conversation is reserved for when youโ€™re actually alone.
He can see the way your eyes flicker to the staff and he hums. โ€œAs you wish, Queenie.โ€
Dinner is gorgeous. An intricate dance all its own, executed with a precision that you really have to admire. Aliceโ€™s staff is amazing and the food is to die for. The band plays several more lovely songs for you, and you and Max dance well into the night. When you finally thank them for their time and go upstairs for the evening, you feel like youโ€™re floating on air.
Max marvels at how warm and soft your hand is in his. Waiting for you to start sweating or even get slightly clammy from nerves, but you never do. Just soft sighs of happiness and beguiling smiles as you look over at him. "Tired, sweetheart?"
"Not at all." You've said goodnight to Renee and to Emmanuel's valet already, telling them you don't need help getting ready to sleep tonight, and that leaves just you and Max alone in your room together with a fire to keep you warm. "I do want to go to bed, though."
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Early one morning, before dawn had even broken Alice went in to labour. Eugene quickly got dressed and ran to get Arabella. A few hours later another baby girl was born.
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Magdalena, Benjamin and Anne had been awoken by the commotion and were anxiously waiting in their room. When Eugene walked in with their new sister in his arms they jumped up from their beds and ran up to look at the little babe.
โ€œThis is Marion,โ€ he said smiling.
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