#sillygorl

[huntstrolls]

"get me the healer."

The words are said calmer than he expected with the situation at hand, his frame standing over where Lucy was crouched beside the still form of her newly wedded husband. Her hand was wrapped tightly around his, holding onto it as if it were the last connecting piece of life force being forced into him. A morbid thought, but not one far from the truth. The troll who had attacked had made it a goal to go after Michael. It seemed pointed, intentioned. Jacob had noticed it with the way it barreled into the field and directly towards Michael. It moved with quick steps and lumbering motions that knocked others out of the way before grabbing the lad up into its large stony hands.

Michael had hit the ground with a hard slam before any of the three hunters could react. @sillygorl too stunned to do a thing at first leaving Jacob to jump in with Justine flanking. The two worked with quick motions to free Michael from the creature's grasp, but not before he was squeezed and slammed into a tree with a thrown thrust. Lucy had ran to him as Jacob and Justine continued to work against the angry troll, subduing then killing it with swings of their weapons.

Now it was a matter of those who had been in attendance checking to ensure others were okay, but there was no one as hurt as the groom. And that's where that led them, Jacob standing over his sister and his brother-in-law. The two having just sealed their marriage with a kiss before things went to Hell. But nothing was going to be worse than the words that left Jacob's mouth, calm and low, "He's gone, Lucy."

[stablelad]

you've changed quite a bit since i saw you last.

He'd been pushing up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows when he heard the sweet voice. His head turning and eyes already blowing wide at knowing who would be standing there. His gaze lands on @sillygorl as he turns to face her, dark hues taking her in with a slow look that dragged across her frame. His lips parted, mouth going dry as he tried to repeat back the words she'd spoken to him. But the truth was? He didn't know what to say. He didn't have anything that could be said. It'd been years since he'd seen Lucy-- the last time back when they were just pre-teens running amuck Honeyhold. Well before her father sent her away to study under women in the North. Something about them being proper ladies....

"Lady Lucy..." his voice finally finds him, voice coming out in a gentle tone as he steps out of the stall he was about to start mucking. He comes to a stop a few feet off from her, unable to stop the way he's looking over her again. When he'd seen her last she was shorter, hair longer but just as curled. Her features weren't as pointed as they are now and it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts. She's beautiful... breath taking even. He'd heard whispers of how and Lady Justine grew into themselves, but he'd always found them to pretty. Lucy though? There'd been something about her smile that always lingered with him.

He stands taller than he did back when she saw him last, hair shorter and face scruffed with a slight mustache and goatee combo. He's as lanky as ever, all limbs, but he's built in the right places from all his time in the stables. He's constantly moving, constantly working. Unlike Lucy he hadn't gotten to go off and get a proper education... he'd learned everything from his dad. Reading, writing, playing a lute. You name it. He licks his lips, shaky breath leaving him as he stands with an awkward shift of his feet. He wrings his hands together, smile trying to feign just how eager he was to see her, "I heard rumors you'd be back soon, but I... I can't say I was expecting to see you so soon upon your return."

[stablelad]

His heart flutters in his chest at the smirk she wears, dark eyes flickering along her face. He knows he shouldn't fall into this, knows if he's caught away from the stables for too long he'll hear it from not only his father. But maybe even the Lord himself. Michael was a stableboy. He was nothing more than a man meant to shovel horse shit, brush their manes, and polish their saddles. He wasn't meant to go running off with the daughter of the house. It didn't matter if they'd used to.

"I..." he looks over his shoulder at where he'd left his pitchfork resting in some hay in an open stall. He sniffs a breath and brings his gaze to her, "I shouldn't be gone long from my duties." No, he should be saying no, "I mean... I shouldn't leave, Lady Lucy." The formalities were there often and normally. He rarely called her just by name... in fact he couldn't remember the last time he did. "If my father returns from the market and I'm not here or your father catches me with you..."

she knew he was busy. everyone was busy all the time. since growing up, that seemed to be all there was. a never ending to-do list. maybe that's why her father was so shut up all the time in his office or away on his 'work trips.' no, she knew what those were about. politicking, sure, but she had known of the woman that had brought her eldest brother into the world. she knew her father would pay her visits still, though she tried not to dwell on that thought for too long.

" no, " she answered honestly, though her blushed lips twisted into a smirk as she gave a head of golden curls a tip. " but that's always part of the fun, isn't it? " at least, it used to be.

[playbarbies]

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠,  𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧  𝐚  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝.  sleep,  now,  was  to  justine  what  the  ballgowns  displayed  in  the  windows  of  shops  were  to  the  peasant  folk.  it  was  a  nice  idea,  one  that  best  be  kept  from  daydreaming  about  for  it  would  do  nothing  but  rip  away  a  luxury  that,  for  the  first  time  in  justine’s  life,  no  amount  of  coin  could  purchase.  a  luxury  that,  for  the  first  time  in  her  life,  held  a  price  tag  she  would  never  be  able  to  pay.  

because  there  was  a  price.   all  things  come  with  a  price.  

and  each  time  temptation  had  driven  justine’s  aching  heart  to  hold  the  price  tag  of  rest  in  its  trembling  fingers,  it  is  always  let  go  with  haste  at  the  visible  reminder  of  its  price.  for  the  price  was  one  justine  would  never  pay,  one  she  would  never  allow  lucinda  nor  any  man  nor  creature  to  ever  pay.  

𝖿𝗈𝗋  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾  𝗈𝖿  𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉  𝗐𝖺𝗌  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋  𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺,  𝖺𝗇𝖽  𝗂𝗍  𝗐𝖺𝗌  𝖺  𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾  𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾  𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽  𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋  𝗉𝖺𝗒  - 𝗈𝗇𝖾  𝗌𝗁𝖾  𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽  𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋  𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐  𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺  𝗇𝗈𝗋  𝖺𝗇𝗒  𝗆𝖺𝗇  𝗈𝗋  𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾  𝗍𝗈  𝗉𝖺𝗒  𝖿𝗈𝗋.

not  again,  not  ever  again.

there  was  a  tiredness  that  ate  away  at  the  marrow  of  her  bones. 𝙞𝙩  𝙬𝙖𝙨  𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝  𝙖  𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙡  𝙤𝙛  𝙞𝙩𝙨  𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙮  𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨  𝙝𝙖𝙙  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧  𝙨𝙝𝙚  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖  𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙖  𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚  𝙩𝙤𝙤  𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙪𝙣𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨  𝙖𝙩  𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨  𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠  𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮  𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣.  exhaustion  stalked  her  like  a  troll  hunter  —  ever  the  patient  predator.  though  each  time  it  threatened  to  pounce,  to  strike,  justine  was  able  to  avoid  its  clutches  with  a  rapid  shake  of  her  head  or  (  another  )  stroll  around  the  cabin’s  perimeters.  

@sillygorl  had  noticed.  of  course  she  had  noticed.  she  was  sharp,  her  little  sister.  rather  perceptive  too,  more  so  than  most  give  her  credit  for  (  or  perhaps,  it  was  that  justine  was  not  as  skilled  a  thespian  as  she  had  given  herself  credit  for  )  and  so  now  here  lucinda  was,  pleading  with  her  to  rest  with  a  similar  fervor  to  the  beggars  in  the  street.  ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪɴᴇ  ꜱʜᴀᴋᴇꜱ  ʜᴇʀ  ʜᴇᴀᴅ  ʙᴏᴛʜ  ᴛᴏ  ᴀʀɢᴜᴇ  ᴀɴᴅ  ᴛᴏ  ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ  ᴀᴡᴀʏ  ꜰᴀᴛɪɢᴜᴇ  ᴀꜱ  ɪꜰ  ɪᴛ  ᴡᴇʀᴇ  ᴀ  ᴍᴏᴜꜱᴇ  ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇᴅ  ꜰʀᴏᴍ  ᴏᴜᴛ  ᴀ  ꜱʜᴏᴘ  ʙʏ  ᴛʜᴇ  ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀꜱ  ʙʀᴏᴏᴍ,  

❛  i  can’t  trust  it,  lucy.  i  can’t  risk  something  happening  to  you.  ❜  she  says.  her  gaze  is  locked  on  lucinda’s  face,  not  even  blinking  for  fear  that,  once  again,  lucinda  would  be  taken  from  her  in  the  blink  of  an  eye.  ❛  i  know  our  dear  ella  is  now  queen  and  the  demeanor  of  the  common  folk  has  shifted  to  something  lighter,  kinder,  but  i  cannot  trust  in  any  happily  ever  after.  i  cannot  trust  myself  to  allow  my  guard  down,  for  that  was  the  very  reason  you  —  ❜  𝒂  𝒔𝒐𝒃  𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒔  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔,  𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒐𝒇𝒇  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒂  𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅.  justine  quickly  bows  her  head  so  that  her  tears,  further  evidence  of  her  fear  and  weakness,  are  not  visible  to  the  jury  of  lucinda’s  gaze.  

justine  shrinks  into  herself  then.  head  low,  she  hides  behind  the  curtain  of  her  hair  akin  to  lucinda  hiding  behind  the  velvet  curtains  of  the  living  quarters  whenever  they  would  play  hide  from  the  troll-hunter.  𝖻𝗎𝗍  𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇  𝗁𝗂𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾  𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗈𝖿  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇  𝖺𝗇𝖽  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗊𝗎𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗈𝖿  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝗅𝗂𝗉  𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌  𝗁𝖾𝗋  𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒  —  𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗐  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌  𝗈𝖿  𝗀𝗂𝗀𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝖺𝗇𝖽  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍  𝗈𝖿  𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾  𝗍𝗈𝖾𝗌  𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀  𝗈𝗎𝗍  𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆  𝖻𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁  𝗍𝗁𝖾  𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇  𝗁𝖺𝖽  𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌  𝗁𝖺𝖽  𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗒.  justine  wraps  her  arms  around  herself,  as  though  it  would  be  enough  to  hold  the  broken  pieces  of  herself  together.  ❛  i  can’t  let  anything  harm  you  again  lucy.  i  won’t  allow  anything  to  happen  to  you.  not  again,  not  ever  again.  ❜

[starlightwielded]

@sillygorl calls ❛ did you miss me? ❜ and lucy barely gets to finish the words before the queen embraces her friend tightly, with an almost protective fierceness. no words spoken. not from her- not yet, instead clinging onto the other like she is a lifeline. in many ways, she is- they might keep in touch, ella knows she is alive, but sometimes dream whisper that it all is a lie. that her friend's blood stains the forest floor so near her mother's oak tree. that this warm thing in her arms is nothing but a trick, a nightmare waiting to happen again, no matter how time passes.

she means to tease, to lighten the air, but the oh so soft, " -do you even need to ask? " is far too tiny for it to properly sink in so the woman lets out a small chuckle instead.

letting go, she settles to grab and squeeze lucy's hand. " come. i can call for some tea in the gardens. i want to catch up and hear all that is new since last we spoke. "

[stablelad]

It's a night of merriment, music, food, and dance. Everyone who is anyone is in attendance that isn't a royal. It's a fanfare experience one wouldn't want to miss and all for the selection of nobles to court the Griswald Sisters. It was meant to be a joyous night, but he was far from the feeling. He felt nothing but the pitting disgust of dread filling him. Tonight would mark his final chance to ever say anything to Lucy before someone else came along. He had been foolish to say nothing at all, foolish to not pick up on all the flirtatious context she'd lay out for him. @sillygorl was not shy when it came to her intentions, but Michael was. Especially when it had to do with the idea of crossing lines he knew he shouldn't. Lucy was the daughter of a noble house and she was expected to act as such, expected marry the likes of her kind.

And yet... she'd tease him. Wink at him. Flutter her hand along his arm. It was all these and more that would send Michael's brain firing off in every which direction. He wanted to react, wanted to give into all of it and be the very person she wanted to use. Did he know what for beyond something physical? No. But he'd happily lay himself back and melt under the motions of her frame-- the touch of her lips along his skin. How he yearned for all of that, but he knew his place. He knew that tonight wasn't his chance to finally speak but his realization that he never had a chance to begin with.

He was leading horses and carriages from the front of Honeyhold to the stables. He and his father, along with coachmen of varying houses, were in charge of the beasts while their masters danced and filled their bellies. His father had made some joke about it, but Michael ignored it-- throwing himself into his work until he spotted a flash of orange near the back entrance of the stables. It dragged him and his attention, drawing him in the direction until he was outside in the crisp night air. His head flicked to look at where he was certain the person had went and sure enough stood peering around the corner was Lucinda Griswald herself. She was dressed up and painted to appeal to the male gaze that was wondering about inside.

He admired it too. How couldn't he? She looked absolutely beautiful, stunning even as he followed her draw back from the corner. It led them behind the stables away from anyone's gaze as long as they kept their voices down, "What are you doing out here, Lady Lucy?"

“I desire you. I burn for you. I can't sleep at night because I want you."

His breath catches in his throat and his hands curl quickly at his sides, nails digging into his palms. His dark hues widening, "Wh... what?" He stutters over the one word, weight shifting and world slanting. Suddenly he felt sick and he wasn't sure if it was from nerves of what she was saying or that someone may hear them talking.

“Say you do not care for me. Tell me you feel nothing and I will walk away.”

The words fire through him, hit after hit as if arrows had been aimed at him for years. He knew she was forward and flirtatious, but he never wanted to read into it... but looking at her and those big brown eyes? He couldn't help the way his shoulders sank, melting him some to the spot as his face flushed with a warm blush. She was asking so much of him with two spoken things, requesting to hear things he knew he would be killed for uttering. Maybe not killed, but at least removed from Honeyhold and that'd be worse.

"You're mistaken," he says it softly, shifting his weight from foot to foot then stepping closer, "I can't say that because it isn't true." He brings his hands up, covering his heart with them, "I care about you. I have cared about you for as long as I have known you. I would give anything to the Nine Gods just to have and hold you because I..." words were falling out, quickly and almost without stop, "I burn for you too..." and I have loved you.

[playbarbies]

@sillygorl

earp sisters in season two → steel bars and stone walls

[stablelad]

Michael knew he was being a fool. If anyone caught @sillygorl going to the stables and him arriving soon after... anyone could gossip. Plenty of people would. The cooks, the gardeners, the cleaning services, the whatever the Griswalds had hired-- anyone would sell them out for less than a crisp bill just to ruin someone's day. It wasn't that he had enemies within the Honeyhold ranch and he didn't believe Lucy did either, but secrets sold.

Regardless of all that he still arrived as he normally did, ten minutes to six with a container of small muffins. His father had made them the night before for the morning and had ensured his son took some before heading out, the older Northcott arriving closer to eight. He used to arrive with Michael, but as he got older and his joints stiffer-- his son insisted he come later and leave early. It didn't bother Michael any. He enjoyed his time with the horses and being at the ranch, enjoyed the busy work too. And now it was coming in handy because when he stepped into the stables he was greeted by the sight of Lucy leaning against a stall door.

He pauses in the open doors of the stables, dark hues flickering along her frame then settling back onto her face. He knows he should say something before he even closes the distance between them, but he can't help himself from reaching behind him to slide the door shut. As it takes away some of the light glow of the sun outside he moves closer to her, smiling as he picks up the pace. The moment he's close enough he's tossing the Tupperware of muffins onto the shelf outside the stall she's leaning against. His hands quickly grab her hips the second they're free, drawing her in and tilting his head so their lips can meet. It takes seconds for his mouth to form to hers, moving and dancing along hers in a melody that was fit perfect for them.

He can hear cars driving onto the property, others looking to start their days on the Honeyhold ranch but he doesn't dare break away. He knows they have until someone slides that door open to pull apart, but it doesn't make his heart race any less. He's anxious as he kisses her, but he can't stop. He'd rather risk it all than lose this chance again for who knows how long.

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

[stablelad]

can we discuss what happened between us?

The voice comes from behind him as he's pushing hay around the stall trying to get it laid out for the family's newest mare. He turns to find Lucy stood there, @sillygorl looking sheepish in a way he wasn't used to seeing on her. But he couldn't fault her. He felt that way as he looked at her, recalling far too well the last they'd been together. A kiss shared between them, but not something soft and chaste-- it was hungry, needy, wanton. It hadn't taken long for it turn into something far more heated, Lucy crawling onto his lap as they sat beneath the oak near the glen. It hadn't lasted too long before they heard Justine calling for her, the golden blonde bouncing away with barely an apology for having to go.

His dark eyes fell across her frame and he had to swallow a breath in order to find his voice, "I don't think we have to." He turns to face her fully, hand settling on his hip and other curling tightly around the pitchfork he'd been using to lay hay. "It would be probably best if we didn't, right?" His heart was racing in his chest, face trying to pull a grin despite the way his body screamed for him to respond differently, "It was nothing to speak about or even... think on," now he was rambling, his nerves running faster than the thumping of his heart, "What is there to say about it, Lady Lucy?"

[stablelad]

meet me in the castle gardens tonight, after the sun sets.

@sillygorl had said it before she left for the Ashmore estate, hand wrapped around his and other cupping the back of his neck. Their lips had been inches away from each other, a close proximity between their forms. The stables had been empty beyond them and the horses, minus two for the carriage to carry her and Justine away. His father and a few other shad been tending to that as Michael was busy. He'd slipped away when his father wasn't looking, Lucy doing the same with her own. She had to leave at any given moment, but the two couldn't stop catching each other in a kiss that would leave the other speechless and breathless. When she had been yelled for by her father there had been that whisper, a command... a promise. something he was quick to mutter 'as you wish' in response to before they shared a short kiss.. slipping away from each other.

He had ridden out near sunset, riding fast with a thudding heart of uncertainty. He didn't know what she was planning by having him come. He wouldn't even be allowed into the castle, he'd have to somehow get into the garden unseen and pray she'd find him. He wasn't made out to be at a ball and if anyone caught him... well, he was sure the king wouldn't be happy about it. This was an event for the prince to court and find his future bride... not a place for jealous lovers or wanton companions.

He'd managed to climb his way into the gardens, finding a place to tie his horse off beforehand. He wandered through the maze until he found an overhang with rose vines up the sides, eyes flicking around with a nervous breath leaving his lips. Guards could be anywhere... and again, he didn't look the part of a lord or have a reason to be there. Women, their mothers, and some fathers were about... but he? This was so foolish, this was so dangerous--

SNAP!

His head jerks to the side to look in the direction of the noise, breath catching as he watches in wait. He spots the orange of a gown before the golden blonde curls of a woman he was all too familiar with. "Lucy..." he breathes her name out and quickly closes the distance between them, dashing forward and getting his arms around her. He lifts her from the ground, spinning her once then settling her down so he can place a chaste kiss to her lips. When he draws back he speaks softly in a whisper, "I must be mad doing this. Do you any idea what the guards will do to the likes of me if I'm caught?"

[playbarbies]

@sillygorl

Do not go far from me

[stablelad]

The kingdom was in dire need of rain, but he hadn't expected to be caught out in it with @sillygorl when it came crashing down. The two of them had been on their way back from the village nearby, both tending to different small errands for their fathers. There had been some pushback from Lord Griswald when Michael had said he could ride alongside his daughter, ensure she made it home safe and back with everything he had needed of her to get. It took his father, Luca, vouching for him to get the Lord to nod and grumble with a wave of his hand. It had prickled at Michael's skin, but he knew better than to let it get to him. He wouldn't last a moment's breath in a fight with the Lord's best swordsman who Michael was sure would be the one brandishing a sword. So he stayed quiet, choosing instead to focus on the ride into the village.

The rain had come in the journey halfway home, falling quick and heavy from the sky. Their horses had protested it some and he knew the roads would get slick from it, mud grabbing and holding tight to the horses. He'd led them off the path and into the trees, hoping to get them out from the direct line of rain. It was as he was tying the reins to trees that he noticed Lucy no longer at his side, frantic motions spinning him until he spotted her standing just past the tree line. Her head was back and her eyes were closed, rain peppering her skin and drenching her even further. He called to her, but she didn't move.

He let out a sigh and jogged over, coming to a stop beside her and gently taking hold of her bicep. He gave it a small tug and she looked up at him, blinking large browns at him that made his heart stir and his stomach flutter. He shouldn't let that feeling bubble inside him, but he can't help it and he knows the longer he stares at her the more dangerous of a feeling it becomes. He tried to say something, tried to speak against the rain and the low rumblings of thunder but his voice falls silent. His hand readjusted on her arm and his other reached up to push at loose locks of hair that had fallen. He isn't sure how the next few moments worked out or who really moved first, but there was something in the stare.. something in the warmth of the rain.

Their lips crashed together as thunder shook the ground, hands desperately grasping at one another's soaked clothing to hold the other as close as possible. He's sure he can feel her heart beating through the layers, but he can't be certain it's not his own. He tilts his head into the kiss, mouth working along hers in a gentle but hungry need. This isn't their first kiss... no, but it was just as forbidden as the rest.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

[playbarbies]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐨  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫  𝐨𝐟  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐰.  there  had  been  many  nights  at  the  hearth  table  where  justine’s  teeth  sank  into  the  flesh  of  her  tongue  more  than  it  did  that  of  the  prepared  boar  and  cattle.  many  a  night  where  her  tongue  would  thrash  beneath  her  teeth  like  their  poor  feast  beneath  the  butchers  blade  —  yearning  to  confide  in  @sillygorl ,  𝙩𝙤  𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨  𝙖𝙨  ��𝙛  𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩  𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙧.

but  she  couldn’t.  at  least,  not  until  it  would  be  too  late  for  lucinda  to  stop  anything.  

the  question  had  taken  justine  by  surprise.  no,  no  it  was  not  the  question  itself  that  had  taken  justine  by  surprise.  her  younger  sister  had  always  spoken  with  a  bold  earnestness,  one  which  gave  the  illusion  of  freedom.  

it  was  not  the  question  itself  that  had  taken  justine  by  surprise,  but  the  fact  that  lucinda  had  felt  the  need  to  ask  it.

justine  was  a  woman  who  carried  herself  with  grace  and  poise.  a  woman  to  prided  herself  on  it.  if  lucinda  felt  the  need  to  confront  her,  here  on  the  balcony  adjoining  the  bedroom  they  shared,  then  it  meant  that  in  the  fortnight  gone  by,  justine  had  carried  herself  with  attributes  polar  opposite  to  grace  and  poise.  

𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎  𝒖𝒏𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔𝒕  𝒕𝒐  𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇,  𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆  𝒉𝒐𝒘  𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕  𝒐𝒇  𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎  𝒘𝒂𝒔.  

as  justine  looks  into  the  fiery  eyes  of  her  dear  sister,  she  knows  her  heart  must  come  clean.  besides,  the  arrangements  were  made  and  agreed,  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳  𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘵𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘵𝘰  𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮  𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦  𝘢  𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥  𝘰𝘯  𝘢  𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦  𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩  𝘵𝘰  𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘺  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘶𝘤𝘬  𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳.  and  so,  she  says:

❛  i  am  to  be  wed,  lucinda.  ❜  the  words  are  more  a  breath  than  a  sentence, 𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝  𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣  𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙝  𝙤𝙛  𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙛  𝙝𝙚𝙧  𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩  𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚𝙙.  justine  swallows  thickly  before  continuing,  ❛  to  the  barlow  boy.  they  have  accepted  fathers  dowry,  and  father  has  accepted  their  lords  dower.  i  am  to  be  wed  in  the  approaching  months.  ❜  the  barlow  heir  was  not  a  man  known  for  kindness  and  good  faith.  he  was  one  known  for  his  callousness,  his  stubborn  pride.  𝙝𝙞𝙨  𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙪𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣  𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣  𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙  𝙝𝙞𝙢  —  𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩  𝙝𝙖𝙙  𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚  𝙖  𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙  𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩  𝙗𝙮  𝙩𝙝𝙚  𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙣  𝙤𝙛  𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙.  

❛  barlow  boy  barlow  boy,   to  him  you  best  should  lie, for  if  you  shame  the  barlow  boy, six  feet  under  you  will  lie!  ❜  

.  .  .  not  a  man  justine  was  fond  of  marrying.  but  she  would,  she  must,  because  —  

❛  this  shall  stop  father  from  breathing  down  your  neck,  lucinda.  it  shall  keep  him  from  saying  those  wretched  things  to  you.  now  at  last  might  he  leave  you  alone,  now  at  last  might you  have  a  real  chance  to  be  happy  with  michael  without  fathers  objections.  oh  lucy,  this  way  you  can  finally  be  happy!  ❜

at  the  expense  of  justine’s  own.  

𝐚  𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐥  𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡  𝐢𝐭  𝐢𝐟  𝐢𝐭  𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬  𝐟𝐨𝐫  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦  𝐨𝐟  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫  𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

[playbarbies]

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐲’𝐬  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬  𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐛𝐲  𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐚’𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝.  the  declaration  is  one  that  strikes  fear  into  her  heart.  𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚  𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨  𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙤𝙥  𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚  𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨  —  𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙖  𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙨  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙨,  𝙗𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜  𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧  𝙖𝙣𝙙  𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙨𝙝  𝙖𝙨  𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝  𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮  𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚  𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨.  these  woes  and  worries  contract  around  her  heart  like  a  snake  attempting  to  kill  its  prey,  and  she  ignores  its  gasps  for  breath  as  she  says;  ❛  lucy,  you  cannot  promise  that.  you  shan’t  make  such  declaration.  ❜  fear  commands  her  tongue  as  if  it  were  but  a  humble  servant.  doing  fears  bidding  with  frantic  devotion,  she  continues:  ❛  i  will  not  allow  it.  ❜  

justine  freezes,  𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉  𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒊𝒏  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒕  𝒂𝒔  𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉  𝒊𝒕  𝒉𝒂𝒅  𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅  𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒍  𝒕𝒐  𝒇𝒍𝒆𝒆  𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌  𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒚  𝒐𝒇  𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒔.  how  similarly  she  had  sounded  to  their  father  just  now.  it  was  with  their  father’s  tone  she  had  barked  orders  at  lucy.  lucy  —  sweet,  kind,  free  spirited  lucy.  lucy  —  her  baby  sister  of  whom  she  had  sworn  to  protect,  to  allow  her  to  be  everything  she  yearned  for,  all  things  their  father  detested  as  much  as  he  protested.  𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍  𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢  𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖  𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚢,  𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎  𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚜  𝚊𝚝  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚋𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚜  —  𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢’𝚜  𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.  she  stays  that  way  for  a  few  moments  before  she  raises  her  head  again.  

ignoring  the  stinging  that  announced  the  unwelcome  visitor  of  tears,  justine  gingerly  takes  a  few  steps  forward.  hands  reach  out,  hovering  in  the  air  between  them  a  moment  before  they  move  to  either  side  of  @sillygorl 's jaw,  cradling  her  face  in  her  palms.  holding  her  whole  world lucy’s  face  in  her  trembling  hands,  justine  says,  once  she  is  certain  their  gazes  are  locked;  ❛  please  forgive  me  lucy,  i  do  not  mean  to  speak  to  you  the  way  our  father  does.  i  just  —  ❜  justine  swallows  thickly  as  tears  run  down  her  cheeks,  𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔  𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏  𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒐𝒏𝒆  𝒐𝒇  𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒔  𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔,  ❛  i  have  already  lost  you  once,  dear  sister.  if  the  whispers  of  the  stepmother’s  resurgence  from  stone  are  true  .  .  .  i  have  already  failed  at  keeping  you  safe  once  before,  i  shall  never  again  allow  myself  to  fail  at  such.  i  am  your  elder  sister,  lucy,  and  therefore  it  is  my  duty  to  protect  you,  to  never  allow  anything  to  happen  to  you—  ❜  

the  word  again  suddenly  feels  heavy  on  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  dangling  from  off  it.  

she  swallows  it  with  a  gulp.

𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨  𝘢  𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥  𝘵𝘰  𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩  𝘢  𝘧𝘦𝘸  𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺  𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘴  𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮  𝘰𝘶𝘵  𝘩𝘦𝘳  𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴  𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴,  justine  says;  ❛  it  is  my  responsibility  to  keep  you  safe  —  not  the  other  way  around.  your  job  is  not  to  protect  me;  it  is  to  be  happy,  to  love  and  live  freely,  no  matter  how  much  father  may  disagree.  i  will  not  stand  for  anything  less.  do  not  worry  about  me,  lucy,  and  don’t  you  ever  place  yourself  in  harms  way  for  me  —  for  anyone.  please,  lucy,  tell  me  you  understand  and  that  you  agree.  ❜  

[huntstrolls]

no one's ever really ready for a troll.

known name : jacob grizzwald

affiliations : lord grizzwald (father) , annalise mandrake (mother) , lucy g.rizzwald (youngest half-sister) , justine g.rizzwald (younger half-sister)

species : human

likes : his sword and axe, his sisters, ale, strategizing, laying traps, hunting game and trolls, burning holes that belong to trolls, riding through the woods and along the rivers, a meal fit for a king

dislikes : trolls, dawdling about, incompetent folks.

verse 001. being the only son to lord grizzwald had its benefits, but they would never be anything to be glorified about. he was, after all, a bastard. his mother wasn't the lady grizzwald and everyone around honeyhold knew it. he wasn't raised by his father, but he still spent his days there often running about under his watch when his mother was busy with something. but rarely did jacob experience the life of a true grizzwald, instead being raised by his mother and her family. a family of troll hunters-- all his uncles in the line of business and trained in wielding nearly anything as a weapon against the lumbering threats. he eventually joins their ranks as a troll hunter himself, fighting and killing any tolls that were unwise in crossing his path or the villages nearby. as he grows older and trolls are slain... his name is spread through the kingdom sending him all over. but when his sisters go missing after being sent to a ball he returns home to aid in the search, what they learn only fuels him further in his hunt against trolls.

verse 002. ( affiliated w/ @sillygorl & @playbarbies ) this verse follows similar storylines as above, but rather than keeping his work to himself he involves his sisters. he trains them as he trains, teaching them everything he knows. as they get older together they end up becoming a trio of hunters, working side by side in stopping the monsters that roam the kingdom killing and skinning alive those in their paths. though his sisters are both capable of handling themselves, jacob continues to protect them furiousily. it'll take a lot to get through to them.

verse 003. (modern) jacob is a bounty hunter that spends his days tracking and finding people looking to hide from their problems. he makes a pretty good living off of it, but generally only uses what he needs to live his life. and he has to with how little time he spends in one place, often traveling to varying locations. but no matter where he is he's willing to drop everything to help justine and lucy.

[stablelad]

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