#betreats

[cinnamoncountess]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: 1899 (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Ángel (1899)/Krester (1899), Ángel (1899)/Ramiro (1899), Krester (1899)/Ramiro (1899) Characters: Ángel (1899), Krester (1899), Ramiro (1899) Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Resolved Sexual Tension, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Cheating, Character Study, Angst, Romance, Multiple Relationships, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Religion, Scars, Fluff and Smut, Language Barrier Summary:

1899.

Tacitly, he observes the man for a while through the diamond-shaped holes in the gate. The man has his back turned towards him, his upper body faintly stretched over the rail. He takes a smoke in calmness. Krester has noticed the man in the dining hall earlier. 

Just a glimpse, a mere second. Quick to be missed. 

Enough to absorb this man’s immaculate appearance in his white suit, groomed facial features and his black, perfectly parted, slicked-back hair. Looking at him, amid panicky frenzy to obtain help for his sister Tove, has conjured a familiarity, blended with curious longing.

He ponders, watching little clouds of smoke move away from the man in steady intervals.

[supermanreturns]

Superman smiling at the lady (kitty) who betreats her and she is the reason he is getting tortured

[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

Funnee crouch pose meme girl.

Yep, ended up doing two characters today. Jack-O' Valentine time. Only have one pose. If I missed anything, tell me.

Similarly to Bridget, I ended up "translating" the scratch with this Reddit post as reference.

Images under the cut.

Fullbody front.

Fullbody back.

Face.

Back of hair.

Torso area, front and back. I was unable to get close enough to the text on her back without clipping into the model and making the view freak out/stop processing the model. If anyone knows what the thing reads, let me know.

Necklace.

Sides of shirt collar.

Symbol on bottom of torso. Text underneath reads "JACK IN THE BOX".

Waist strap loop and waist torso link.

Sleeve straps and inside of sleeves.

Legs.

Symbol on sides of legs. Text on top reads "HALLOWS' EVE", text on bottom reads "BETRICK OR BETREAT"(?). Identical on both legs.

Back of shoes/bottom of pant leg. Tag reads "GROOVY" in large text, and the smaller text underneath reads "EVERSINCE" and numbers I am unable to read.

Gloves.

Halo, front and top view.

Inert mask. Text above symbol reads "HALLOWS' EVE" and below reads "JACK IN THE BOX".

Ball-and-chain familiar. Text above symbol reads "HALLOWS' EVE" and below reads "JACK IN THE BOX".

[f0xd13-blog]

the weeknd might be more successful than me but I know for a fact there's a lot of sonypulation and to whoever is from a bairro u can compare the talent wasted and what's there ya know. Anyways.... my opinion... his ass never gonna betreat MJ because he is also not that secsi. You see how it is that simple.... it be like the kanye nd tupac thang

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[defiantsuggestions]

Am I a bad person if sometimes I wish my parents weren't there? Sometimes they're great, and then I feel guilty that I wished that they were gone. But other days, that's the thing I most wish for. My parents are really up and down, and somedays they're fun and I think maybe they're not so bad, and then the next moment they're shouting and betreating me, and the what not.

You're not a bad person, no.

The thing about toxicity and abuse that a lot of people don't get is that it's not always bad. It's very, very rare for someone to treat someone else badly 100% of the time.

Periods of good and positive attention do not erase periods of negative/harmful attention. If they are screaming at you/hurting you/neglecting you some of the time, then being fun the rest of the time, that doesn't mean they never hurt you.

The good things don't erase the bad. You are allowed to be upset or angry when they are mistreating you. You deserve to be treated well. You're not a bad person for wanting to be treated well or for not wanting to be yelled at or insulted.

[taetaespeaches]

hello! i absolutely love your writings so much. they’re all so s o f t and make my heart warm. can i request a seokjin x reader or yoongi x reader with “you’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot” ?

“You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot”

Yoongi x Reader (or oc)

Word count: 2.7K

a/n: Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you’re all having a good holiday. Thank you to the anon who requested this. I hope you like it! I struggled with this one so hopefully it turned out ok.

As you entered your apartment, the dial tone resoundedthrough your ear drum as you anxiously waited to hear your boyfriend’s voicethrough the device.

Kicking your shoes off, your work bag still weighed heavy onyour shoulder. “Hey, Angel, what’s up?” The timber of Yoongi’s voice instantly madeyour body relax a little, the aching in your muscles soothing just the slightest.

“Hi, Baby,” your lips twitched into a small smile. “I’m justgetting home.” You made your way into the kitchen, plopping your work bag ontothe counter before stretching your arms up and rolling your neck from shoulderto shoulder.

“You’re just gettinghome?” What time is it?” You heardhim ask whoever he was with, more than likely Namjoon. “Baby, it’s 8:30.”

“Yeah, my fucking boss kept me late. Have I told you how muchI despise that man?” You seethed through the phone.

Yoongi chuckled. “Not today.” You could hear his smile andit melted away some of your frustration. “Turnup the bass a little on that part.”

“Well, there’s your daily reminder.” You looked around yourkitchen, noticing the previously empty fruit bowl was now full, telling youYoongi did indeed get the groceries like he told you he would.

“Yeah, that sounds good,right?” He spoke to Namjoon. “You know, all you have to do is just give methe go ahead and I’ll go in there and talk to him. Tell him how he should betreating my girl,” he joked.

“Oh, god,” you laughed, making him chuckle a bit. Grabbingan apple, you bit a big chunk out of it.

“Really, though, I’m sorry, Kid.” His sincerity made youremotions bubble up a bit. You heard him taking in a breath through his teeth signalinghis dislike of the sound him and Namjoon were working on. “That still doesn’t sound right.” You could practically see the smalldisapproving head shake that more than likely accompanied his statement.

“It’s ok,” you said through a shaky voice before clearingyour throat. “Thank you for getting the groceries, by the way.”

“Mhmm,” Yoongi hummed.

Pausing for a moment, you took a deep breath. “So, you’restill in the studio?” Your boyfriend grunted in confirmation as you heardNamjoon’s voice in the background of your call, making suggestions for the song.

“You’re not coming over tonight?” You asked, though you alreadyknew the answer. If he did make it to your place, it would be so late he’d justcrawl into bed with you and you’d be lucky if he was still there in the morningwhen you awoke.

“Huh?” Focused on his work, it took him a moment to registerwhat you asked. “Oh shit, I meant totext you. Me and Namjoon have been working on this track for hours and it’s stillnot sounding right.” Guilt seeped into his tone as he explained the situation toyou.

“Oh,” you tried to keep your voice as stable as possible. “Iget it, that’s ok.”

“I’m so sorry, Angel. I just don’t want to leave it yet.”You really did understand, but that didn’t mean that you weren’t a little letdown.

“It’s ok, Yoongi,” you assured, trying to keep your voicesteady and unaffected. Making your way to the refrigerator, you pulled it openand scanned the interior. You bit into the apple and held it to your mouth withyour teeth as you held the phone in between your ear and shoulder.

“Y/n, please don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded.

Pulling eggs and butter out of the fridge, you set them onthe counter before biting a big chunk out of the apple. “I’m not mad.” Youmumbled through your mouthful of apple, as you set the half-eaten fruit ontothe counter and made your way to the cupboard to find sugar and flour.

“You sound mad,” your boyfriend insisted.

“I’m telling you, I’m not mad at you,” you told him truthfully,grabbing the sugar and setting it on the counter.

“Ok, you’re not mad at me, but you’re upset about something.” Though you couldn’t see him,you knew he was now sitting back in his chair, no longer focused on the song.

“I’m just stressed and frustrated with work. That’s all.”Your hands were pushing around food items as you continued your search for theflour. “Really, Yoon, I understand you need to stay and finish the track. Your workis important, so just stay and finish up. You can come by when you’re done ifyou want.” Huffing, you cocked your head at the flour-less cupboard. “Just makesure you eat something,” you added. “And, stay hydrated. Water helps you focus.”

Concern was laced throughout Yoongi’s voice when heresponded, but you were too confused about your flour situation, you were hardlylistening. “Baby, my job is important but so are y—”

“Where’s the flour?” You interrupted his concern.

“The what?” Now, he was confused.

“The flour,” you deadpanned. “I told you to add it to theshopping list.”

“Flour?”

“Yes, flour. Yoongi, I need flour to bake cookies for mywork’s Christmas cookie carry-in tomorrow.” Your voice made it sound like thiswas obvious, though you quickly realized your boyfriend had no clue what youwere talking about. “I’m completely out. I have no flour in my apartment.”

“This is the first I’m hearing of this, y/n,” Yoongiinsisted, defending himself from the blame of your household being a flourlessone.

“No, it isn’t, I told you about it yesterday, Yoongi. Duringthe same conversation you said you could go to the store. Were you evenlistening?” The question came out more like an accusation.

“Yes, I was listening,” annoyance laced his tone. “Obviously I was listening, I went to thestore, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, and you didn’t get the flour.” Your reply was shortand blunt.

Aggravation building up, Yoongi let out a scoff. “I don’tremember you saying anything about cookies, y/n. Otherwise I would have gottenthe flour.”

“Yeah, so obviouslyyou weren’t listening. Otherwise, I’dhave the fucking flour in my hands right now,” you snapped back.

“Well, I’m sorry I didn’t buy the fucking flour, but don’t make this bigger than it is. Are youtrying to pick a fight right now? Is that what you want?”

“No, that’s not what I want,” you said loudly, exasperated. Tensesilence pounded through the receiver, both of you waiting for the other tospeak. Sighing, you caved, breaking the quietness. “Never mind, I’m sorry. It’snot a big deal, I’ll just go get some after I get a little bit of work done.”You walked over to your workbag, pulling out a folder of paperwork that had yetto be done and had the, according to your boss, “completely attainable deadline”of two days from now.  

“Work? You’re still working?” Yoongi’s voice still showedsigns of annoyance, but the previous concern was back.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled, already turning your attention to the stackof papers. “I mean it, I’m sorry for making a big deal of nothing. Focus onyour work. Tell Namjoon I’m sorry for interrupting.” You were preparing to cutthe call off, but Yoongi wasn’t ready.

“You didn’t interrupt anything, you—” he started.

“I love you, good luck with the song.“

“Y/n,” he pleaded with you to not shut him out.

“Yoongi, everything’s fine.We’re good, ok?” He paused, letting out a sigh. “Bangtan, fighting,” you chirpedout, trying to sound cheerful, but probably failing miserably.

Knowing he would get nowhere with you over the phone, hegave up. “I love you,” he told you sadly.

“Me too,” you said softy before ending the call. You poutedas you gazed at your work. Scooping it up in one arm and grabbing the applewith the opposite hand, you made your way to the kitchen table.

It took a moment for you to focus on the work in front ofyou, your mind on Yoongi and how badly you wanted him to be with you.Eventually, however, you pushed your thoughts of your boyfriend to the back ofyour mind, settling into the paperwork.

Little did you know, as soon as you ended the call, Yoongiwas sighing with his head in his hands, rubbing his palms over his face. Namjoonquietly watched his member before putting a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Everything ok?” Namjoon asked his friend, prompting a groanfrom Yoongi.

“No,” he said with a humorless laugh. “I’m pretty sure she believesthat I think my work is more important than her.”

Namjoon shook his head. “She knows you don’t think that,” hesaid with a laugh. “Everyone knows youlove that girl more than anything. Y/n knows that too. She’s just understandingof the pressure we’re all under.” Namjoon nodded at his own words. “Which is agood thing, by the way.”  

With a sigh, Yoongi nodded. “Can we finish this up in themorning?” He asked as he leaned forward, rubbing his palms against the tops ofhis thighs as he prepared to stand up.

Namjoon nodded as Yoongi stood, Namjoon following suit. “Yeah,we could both use some sleep anyway.” Both the men grabbed their jackets beforepulling them on and exiting the studio.

… … .

Your eyelids started fluttering shut as you tried to keepfocus on your work. Stretching your arms above your head, you yawned andgroaned loudly. Reaching for your phone, you tapped on the screen to displayyour lock screen—a cute picture of Yoongi flashing his gummy smile, you nuzzledinto his neck. You remembered the moment fondly, the both of you cuddled up onyour couch, some movie neither of you were paying attention to playing in thebackground. He wanted to take a picture of you both, but instead of cooperatingyou had started planting soft kisses to his neck, making him squeal cutely andburst into fits of giggles while playfully whining for you to stop.

You smiled at the sweet memory before reading the time displayedon the screen. 9:20 pm. Shit, youthought, realizing you hadn’t even been working for an hour and you werealready falling asleep. “Fuck,” you said to yourself, remembering you had to goget flour and bake cookies still.

Standing, you walked towards the front door, pulling on somesneakers that didn’t go with your work clothes at all. Fuck it. Slipping into your coat, you reached for your keys as yougrabbed the door knob when suddenly, the door shoved opened, slamming into yourknee.

“What the hell—” Yoongi peered from behind the door to seeyour hunched over form. “Shit, y/n,are you ok?” A grocery bag dropped to the floor next to your feet just beforetwo hands tentatively found your sides. Your boyfriend crouched down to look upat your face, his concerned features entering your plane of vision. His eyesscanned your face and then your body. “Where did I hurt you?” Noticing your handsholding your knee, he reached for your hands. “Your knee?”

Not waiting for your answer, he placed himself under yourshoulder as helped you sit on the bench that sat next to the door. Kneeling infront of you, he gently pressed kisses to your knee cap, whispering “I’m sorry”repeatedly between pecks.

“Yoongi, it’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt anymore,” youinsisted to no avail as he persisted in his apologies. “Yoon,” you placed yourhands on his head, threading your fingers through his hair, gently shoving hishead up from your knee. “I’m ok,” you told him, looking into his apologeticeyes.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, pouting at you.

Shaking your head at him, you smiled softly. “What are you doinghome already, Baby?” Sighing, he placed his hands on your thigh, resting hischin on the knee, opposite to the “injured” one.

“I went to the store,” he said through his pout. You cockedyour head at him, scrunching your eyebrows at him. “I went to get flour.”

“Yoongi, you didn’t have to that,” you told him, shaking yourhead.

“Yes, I did. I’m an idiot.” You smiled at his cute pouty lips.

Shaking your head, you leaned forward. “You’re not an idiot.Now, come here,” you told him, reaching out to hold his cheeks in your hands.He sat up on his knees so he could reach your lips with his. After a shortkiss, you pulled away, whispering, “I love you,” against his mouth.

“I love you too, Kid,” he smirked before his lips pulled upinto a wider smile, flashing you his gums as he stood up. “Are you sure you’reok?”

Nodding, you stood up as well. “What about the song?” Youasked as you pushed his coat off his shoulders and hung it up.

As you took your own jacket off, he bent down to grab thegrocery bag off the floor. “The song will still be there in the morning.” Raisingyour eyebrows in question, you stared at him. Grabbing your hand in his, hepulled it up to his lips, kissing it gently. “You do know my work isn’t more importantthan you, right?” His eyes showed genuine curiosity and worry.

“I know you don’tthink it’s more important, but I also know you have a lot of fans out there—”

“And as much as I love my fans, and I love music, and I lovemy job, I love you too. You are a priority to me. I want to be here with youright now, ok?” You nodded, flashing a small smile. You shoved at his side toget him to move, nudging him as he led you into the kitchen, still holding yourhand.

“So, I didn’t get you flour,” he told you as he dropped thebag on the counter and reluctantly let go of your hand to reach into the bag,pulling out a plastic container. “Your asshole boss doesn’t deserve your cookies,with all the work he’s been throwing at you.”

You moved to stand next to him, picking up the container,inspecting it as you moved it around in your hands. “You got me pre-packagedcookies?” Laughing, you looked at him incredulously.

“It’s still more than he deserves,” he said with a huff, poutinghis lips again as he reached into the bag again. “I also got you these,” hepushed a bouquet of tulips into your chest. “You like tulips, right? I’m notjust making shit up, am I?” He asked you, suddenly nervous.

“I love tulips,” you assured him as you took the bouquet fromhim, admiring the pretty colors of petals. “So, you didn’t get me flour, but you got me flowers?” The big grin you flashed himmade him smile shyly as he nodded. “Ok, I take it back.” his smile turned intoa frown as he looked at you confusedly. “You’re an idiot, but you’re my idiot,” you smiled, leaning into himto press a kiss to his chin.

A shy smile reappeared on Yoongi’s face as she shook hishead at you. “Thank you for those,” you gestured to the cookies with a nod ofyour head. “And these?” You held the flowers up. Yoongi took the flowers fromyou, gently laying them onto the counter before grabbing your shoulder andpulling you into him to wrap you up into a tight hug, his arms around your shoulders.“And this,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed himcloser to you.

“Thank you,” hecountered. You hummed into his chest in response, questioning what he meant. “Forbeing so understanding. You have no idea how much it means to have yoursupport.” He planted a kiss to the top of your head.

You mumbled a, “love you,” into his chest as you kissed himthrough his shirt. Replying with a “love you too,” he wrapped his arms aroundyou a little tighter.

[rebelgroundbreaker-blog]

Ep.01: BFFS for the Semester

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BFFS Podcast ScriptHello Groundbreakers!  Welcome to episode 1 in our series.  this is your host Rachael and todaywe’re going to talk about BFFS! Not best friends forever, but there’s a few individuals who itmight be good to make best friends with for the semester, like maybe a study buddy, tutor, oreven your professor.So now I’m going to go into detail about who these people are and provide some tips for you tobuild relationships while you’re in school.So what do you do on the first day of class?  I know sometimes I gravitate toward the back ofthe class and mind my own, but honestly it’s probably better to find a seat near the front eventhough you might be uncomfortable.  I say this because I’m short and whenever I sit in the backand I can’t see above all the heads in front of me, I can’t focus.But it’s also good to try and find someone in the class who seems like they know what they’redoing..  there might be a few of those smart gems in the back, but most of the time, they’re inthe front and they’re really smart!!I would definitely suggest exchanging contact info with who you sit next to. That way, If I’m sickor there’s some reason I have to miss a lecture or need information about an upcomingassignment, I can easily text them and then we both feel reassured that we’re going thru ittogether.In a really difficult class, which you will all have, it’s definitely beneficial to make friends withsomeone who you can study with or swap notes. And plus, when you’re doing it together, theworkload doesn’t seem as bad.As far as tutors go, a lot of people might be scared to find a tutor or be put in that positionwhere they know less than the person helping them.  It’s okay to be insecure or be shy, but youshouldn’t let that get in the way of your opportunity to grow your knowledge.  Remember thatyou’re paying for not only your tuition, but the resources on campus like tutors.  Why wouldyou pay toward something you’re not using?, I feel like students are generally hesitant to make relationships with their professors andthey’re actually missing out on a huge opportunity for valuable resources.What students tend not to understand is that most professors are here to help you, and wantto see you take the initiative to succeed.  They will be your friend (of course in a professionalmanner), but you have to reach out to them.You can reach out in different ways, like byAttending their office hoursIntroducing yourselfor continually asking questions and engaging with them during classSo let’s go a little deeper into these.Sure As college students, we probably all have other things to do outside of school, but makingtime for office hours is extremely beneficial and people forget that the professors are waitingfor them to show up, and usually no one comes. And when you don’t show up to office hours that they reminded you about a million timeswhen you tuned and started scrolling thru social media during class, they don’t feel bad thatyou missed the one test question they could’ve gone over with you.I’ve found that when I attended my professor’s office hours, it not only helped me gain a betterunderstanding of the topic, but it also showed my professor that I was intentional aboutlearning and wanted to earn a good grade.  & This can definitely help you if you’re strugglingnear the end of the semester!Introducing yourself at the beginning of the semester is also really important.  I feel like it setsthe tone that you care about your education and lets them know that you don’t want to betreated as a regular student who comes to class, sits in the back with their head down, and thenleaves and does the bare minimum to succeed.  Making that effort also holds you accountable,because when you know someone personally, you’re more likely to want to do good for them.strive to engage with the professor during class if you’re up to it and ask questions if you don’tunderstand.  Sometimes even I feel nervous, and that’s okay, but then I remember that I’mhere for myself and I shouldn’t really worry what anyone else is thinking of me for simply askinga question.If you know you have something valuable to say, they want you to talk to them!  Imagine howuncomfortable they probably first felt lecturing a huge crowd of college students that they havenothing in common with.  But if you’re still not comfortable, or you’re more the introvertedtype, definitely take advantage when they provide office hours or email them.Building each of these relationships is important, cause a lot of the time we are so busy grindingand feel isolated in our studies.  You don’t have to be Best friends forever, but its important toconsider that these people are all human just like you, and can have a huge impact on yourfuture in school and even afterward.If you’re listening to this on any podcast streaming services, please don’t forget to subscribeand share!  And if you’re on canvas, we’d love if you leave us a note and let us know if there areany specific topics you’d like us to cover in upcoming podcasts.  You can email us atrebelgroundbreaker@gmail.com​   We’d love your feedback!  We also have an Instagram thehandle is @rebelgroundbreakers so don’t forget to follow us!

[cannonball-the-ferret]

Just curious, why do you treat Bumblebee's adrenal with Lupron as opposed to a deslorelin implant? I figured there was some medical reason that I haven't heard of, so I'd love to hear about it if so.

His Gastrointestinal Lymphoma was pretty far along when he was first diagnosed,  we got a prognosis of 3-4 months as his was in very bad shape (stage III). We started him on meds (prednisolone) to make him as comfortable as we can for what little time we were going to have with him. That was in the start of 2016.

So when he started to lose hair  and noticed slight agression at end of 2017, we weighed our options along with his vet on how to treat the Adrenal. 

-Implants given to Lymphoma ferrets (especially treated long term with steroids), there is a large chance of having underlying insulinoma to appear.  Which can betreated with medicine adjustment.  Bumblebee was already on the highest dose at that time.

-Implants at our practice, ferrets need to be put under anesthesia to receive the implant,  in his health, Bumblebee would not survive that. They did offer to try without anesthesia, but it could be extremely tramatic and detrimental to his health.  I couldn’t put him through that.

Though the Des Implant is now the most common treatment (most cost effective),  we and our vet decided that Lupron was the safest  and non-invasive option.  Though his hair didn’t grow back (long term use of pred. may be a factor), but he aggression did stop, so we know the lupron is helping.

We have plenty of soft blankets and beds around the apartment, he doesn’t seem to mind being a little naked.

[bdhutbazar]

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[honorarystripes]

Do you think you were a role model along with Clint on how to treat his partners and how he should betreated? Johnny and Luke are so perfect together.

"Not really. I don't think so. Maybe my relationship with Natasha but I don't know."

[lasertreatmentindia]

Everything To Know About Varicose Veins Laser Treatment Cost

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[black-emporium-exchange]

Treatless Pledge Drive

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[pupil-of-law]

mettleborn·:

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Boys…it has been a very long timesince anyone considered William ‘a boy’ and yet, even in his youth his peershad always granted him a wide berth, aware of the terrible fate that might befallthem, should they mistakenly anger the young boy and incur the unpredictable wrathof his Father. It is that same wrath that William can feel now; rising up inhis throat with a sting of bile as he sits quietly, allowing the Doctor toinspect him. He is no longer disappointed with Lord Reed, no; he is disgusted,abjectly in fact. Never has he witnessed such a cowardly and opportunisticexploitation of position and as he continues to ruminate on it, all the whileregarding the good Doctor congenially, his patience cracks, giving way tosomething far more deep-seated and primordial. To attack a man at his weakest,when obviously compromised, in the sanctity of his own home, no less, issomething that cannot and will not go unpunished.

When the old physician comments something about apotential skull fracture, William, admittedly, barely hears him, far tooconsumed with foul vindictive thoughts; musings that even in his vulnerablestate are beginning to form into appalling plans.

Avoiding eye contact with Reed entirely, Cavendish servesthe physician another muted nod before calling over Mrs Frances who has beenlingering at the door with a concerned expression fixed on her face. As shebows, he whispers and soon she is off again, hastily pacing down the corridor.As the Doctor tends to him, offering advice about bed rest and avoiding any strenuousactivity, Mrs Frances returns with a troop of staff in tow. Placing his loadedhunting rifle by the bed, within arm’s reach, she welcomes in the maids who arecarrying a tea service, along with a bottle of Laudanum; one of much greaterstrength than that which has just been supplied by the Doctor. On another traysits a pile of blank paper, a steel fountain pen, fresh ink and a wax set, all accompanyingthe Cavendish seal.

“Any news from Drumlanrig?”He asks casually, enquiring about Adelia, as he slowly shifts up the bed.

“None yet my Lord.” Mrs Frances confirms beforemoving to engage the Doctor, as if on cue, informing him of an accident in thekitchen; a scullery maid who has a burn she would wish him to attend to. Makinghis excuses, the Doctor takes his leave, with Mrs Frances closing the doorfirmly behind him.

Shifting up the bed, to support his head against araised pillow, Cavendish reaches for his gun to check that it is primed to fire,then lays it gently across his lap. The quality of his company has diminished inhis eyes so terribly within the last ten minutes that he no longer trusts thatthere is anything about Reed that is gentlemanly at all and so he must now betreated accordingly.

“Before you go, there is something I wish for you toknow and you will hear it.” The Earl begins, already settingthe scene for where this conversation will ultimately lead; Sebastian’s likely rejectionfrom his estate.

“I admit, I did not consider your family’s feud withmine, sufficient grounds to fully engage you as an enemy. However, yourassault, Reed, that revolting display of opportunistic cowardice, is notsomething I am prepared to tolerate. Ask yourself, am I a man who is fiercelyprotective of all that he has, or am I a man who values nothing? Perhaps youremain unsure, regardless, the real question is, which man do you think moredangerous?”

Glancing down at the gun in his lap, William releasesa pained sigh as his headache only increases in intensity.

“The illumination and education I granted you lastnight has obviously failed and so now, I am afraid you have forced my hand. Iintend to make an example out of you Reed and I intend to take to it as if itwere my life’s work. From this moment on, should a man cross too closely in thestreet, you will be forced to question if I have sent him for you, should a Lady or a Duchess smile at you sweetly, you will wonder if she has beenspecifically instructed to do so. Should you fail to achieve a promotion, youwill suspect it is my determination and should you Mother succumb to some strangeillness, you will be forced to query if the affliction is my doing. Equally, should youdear Sister find herself violated and deformed in some terrible attack you willbe compelled to examine my involvement. Should your future wife miscarry, youwill be urged to question if I am the cause and should you find your childrenfloating face down in the pond of your estate, it is likely you will never trulyknow if I am the party responsible…”

Reaching for a cigarette, Cavendish lights it, keepinga firm hand on the gun.

“…eventually, when you come to me seeking forgivenessand you will come to me Sebastian, safe in the knowledge my death will not besufficient to end your continued and well-planned agony, I will ruin you, inthe same way my father ruined your aunt; with my cock. The only escape for you thenSebastian will be the same fate that befell your whoreish aunt; the taking ofyour own life, in a fitting tribute to her madness. All I canpromise in return, is a befitting eulogy.”

Sebastian looked on as it all happened, ever so slightly bemused at the wheeling in of the tea tray and the arrival of the whole household cavalry at such a petty wound. Any day before this he would have felt only concern for his host - would have worried himself with where the doctor had gone and whether someone ought to check his nerve responses, or with the fact that he was at fault for this terrible accident, per incuriam of his own impulses driven by the embers of a trauma he had long underestimated the force of. And yet, unlike last night when he had embarrassedly told Mrs Francis to take care of her master and admitted to the accidental part he’d played in the affair, now he felt nothing but contempt. He even enjoyed the sight. The great Cavendish brought to his knees by a single blow.

The truth was, Sebastian was so little versed in violence he had not known he had broken a rule of combat at all. He had never before come close to encroaching on a man’s honour and would not dream he was capable of it. But now that he had, like many young men before him, he found that there was great excitement in the exercise. Even as Cavendish lay slumped and suffering in front of him with a fearsome hunting rifle over his knees and an expression more grave than he had ever seen on a man, young Lord Reed couldn’t help it; for the briefest moment, he smiled. 

His pride, however, was not allowed to last long. He had, perhaps fatally, misread the seriousness of the situation, and suddenly all this frivolity seemed increasingly ominous. The looming figure of Mrs Francis at the edge of his mind held all the disquieting sense of threat as she had had last night; and now there was no provision of an order from her master in place to see Sebastian granted the respect of a guest. And with each added threat that Cavendish recited with perfect command and equanimity like the edicts of a newly appointed pope, Sebastian was shocked to find he had not yet reached the superlative. His stomach curled by the time the pronouncement was finished, the colour returning awkwardly to his cheeks, and he was too much in a state of shock to know what to say. Never in his life had anyone talked to him like this. He had never even received a reprimand from a schoolmaster. How this had happened, he did not know; and how to get out of it, far less. In fact, it was all so confounding and so inextricable that he found he could respond only with the sense of absurdity it warranted.

William may not have heard the unedifying prognosis of ‘skull fracture’ but Sebastian certainly had. He stood and stepped back slowly from Cavendish, cautiously watching the Earl’s right hand, should it crawl those last few inches to the trigger. ‘Grand ambitions,’ he found the words slipping from his mouth with tenuous, incredulous softness, ‘for a man who cannot get out of bed.’

He made it a little way further to the door, and eyed the bottle of strong drugs that would no doubt dope the Earl heavily for the remainder of the day if he wanted any relief from his pain. ‘Your illumination did not fail at all, Lord Cavendish. It was most effective in teaching me the way the world really works. I will, as you so urged me, abandon my beliefs in decency and goodness, show you no more mercy as it only embarrasses you and bores you, and if you are not dead by nightfall take seriously the threats you’ve made against me, though they sound like the pitiable delusions of a mentally degenerating invalid. Be assured, too, that when this estate you feel nothing for falls into my hands, this entire staff will be mine, and all the care and loyalty that comforts you now in your state of infirmity will be passed on to me just like the sets of silverware. If they are of rational disposition, they will start to think about how their actions now will impact on the future of their fates when the result of this feud comes to pass.’