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@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here
Violet gave a bittersweet smile, hating to see her child in such pain, no matter the cause, but also knowing she had felt that more than enough times in her life. Sometimes, emotions needed to be felt and shown, even when you did not want them to. Even now, she struggled with fully expressing all of her emotions. Perhaps it was her fault that so many of her children seemed to want to hide their emotions, despite how much she tried to affirm in them otherwise growing up. Children took after their parents, did they not?
She took Eloise's face in her hand, wiping away the tears on that side of her face. "I know it is not... always something we are want to do, but I am here for you when you do need them to be expressed. If you wish me to be. I will always be here for you, you must know that." She knew how rocky their relationship had been in the past, most parent-child relationships were at one point or another, and she had every desire to fix that and needed to make it known that Eloise could come to her whenever she needed.
"Now, whatever is the matter?" She gently pushed, not wanting to scare Eloise away but wanting her to know that she would not walk away, if that was not what she wished.
#// experimenting with gifs! We'll see if I keep it up#storyofwhoiam.#m: violet b.#c: eloise b.#v: main.
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@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here
As consciousness washed over Taylah, they carefully stretched, humming with their new wakefulness. A smile brought up their lips when they felt someone else in bed with them. They rolled over, sliding their arm over what they assumed was Marie's waist but was met with a lap and the memory that Marie couldn't be the one in bed with them.
That thought process was quickly halted when they felt a stabbing behind their eyes and a churning in their stomach. They brought their hand up to cover their face, feeling the urge to cry before being brought back to their previous thought process; who was in bed with them?
She slowly brought her hand down, only opening her eyes after several seconds of anxious stillness. She was met with a pretty girl with brown hair and brown eyes that made her stomach flutter. She thought she should say something, but her throat was locked shut.
"Hi?" She finally managed, her voice meek, crackly, and lilting up in a question that she couldn't quite form.
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Kaz bit at the inside of her lip, the action only barely holding the flood of rage. A short, sharp breath pushed out of her as she crossed her arms. She didn’t know how to succinctly describe all of the trauma that Marie Winter had caused and their relationship to her.
�� “A snake in the grass,” she ground out before taking a breath to calm herself, hand reaching out to brush over Allie’s to comfort her.
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011, the last train compartment that's not full. 11 - Kate
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Kate sighed as she sat down, eyes rolling as she ran a hand through her hair. "Can you please tell me why this couldn't wait until the morning?" The Doctor had barely given her time to brush her hair, let alone get dressed. She was sure her babysitter hadn't appreciated being woken up and having an infant shoved into their arms either.
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...Right now? She wasn't leaving right now? She didn't listen to the rest of what Eloise said. She had simply heard that Eloise was leaving and it was all her fault. She whined heavily, sobs growing quieter but with more force. She couldn't breathe. She wanted everything to be okay again. She didn't want to be a bad sister. She didn't want to be alone. She didn't want her family dead and gone.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled, struggling to speak as she couldn't get a full breath. "I'm... a bad... sister."
Eloise wrapped her sister in a tight embrace. Holding her close, she stroked Alice's hair gently. "Hey, I'm not going anywhere right now, alright?" She tried to inject a lightness into her voice, "Besides, I don't think Mr Becke would appreciate a visit in the middle of the night. He probably wouldn't be at his best without a good night's sleep, and then I'm sure I'd only upset him."
Her fingers continued to stroke Alice's hair. "We'll figure it all out. In the morning." She hoped her words were enough to reassure her sister, even though she still had so many doubts and fears of her own. "I'll speak with Mr Becke in the morning."
#storyofwhoiam.#m: alice b.#c: eloise b.#v: hunted and outcast.#// tumblr I don't know what you did to this post but I have a small grudge against you now
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~ @storyofwhoiam || cont'd from x ~
Charlie was silent as her fingers traced over the scars, her eyes fixed on the tattoo design that incorporated the cigarette burns. To be honest, she was surprised that Franky was even letting her touch them, surprised that she hadn't left the bed yet to get dressed and make some excuse to leave. Charlie knew it was just sex but she'd never been really good at keeping intimacy and feelings separate. She claimed that she could, but it never worked. She always ended up attached. Not that she'd admit that. No - Charlie was doing her very best to appear chill. Head dipped down to press a kiss to one of the scars, hand wrapping around Franky's waist as she curled closer to her. "How did they happen?" A pause. "Only if you want to tell me."
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@storyofwhoiam - x Anthony 3 seconds before the Drama
The day had gotten warmer, too warm for her clothing, but having lost Pall Mall meant retrieving a few balls with Gregory and the other losers; that was when the bee had decided to sting her on the side of her neck, and soon after she had been forced to wrap her foulard around it so she wouldn't scratch her skin bloody with her nails, the itching and burning distracting her. Gregory had ignored the first isolated cough, but she had seen him grow restless at the next few ones, even though she had told him it didn't work that way - he couldn't remember, but her father had not been coughing at all. And then another coughing fit had her leaning against a tree for support, just as they saw Anthony show up, and before Eloise could stop her younger brother, he was already calling for him. "Eloise was stung by bees and now she's unwell!" "A bee," she corrected him exasperatedly, because Anthony? Anthony of all people? "I'm just coughing, it's the dust!"
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only @storyofwhoiam understands how i love all three of them
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@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here
"You don't know the half of it," she half groaned. Most of her days were spent rushing to the bathroom despite brushing into the second trimester and it was affecting her work. They were really considering taking early maternity leave, but they at least wanted to see out their handful of cases.
"I almost chucked up in the middle of court yesterday from the judge's perfume..." They were still embarrassed by that one. They could usually make it through, but the trial had gone on longer than expected and she'd had to rush out.
Taylah hummed as she considered what time would be best. "I could do seven? Gives me time to walk to work. Or during my lunch at one?" She likely wouldn't be eating an entire meal until she got home anyway, so at least she'd be doing something with her time that wasn't trying to force down a meal she didn't want to come back up.
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@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here
Cris glared at Rosemary, arms folding over her chest, squinting her eyes as if challenging Rosemary and deciding what she herself should do. Their arms fell back to their sides and they turned to walk away.
“You can shove your micromanaging up your arse.”
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feed: for my muse to offer up their neck/wrist for your muse to feed from. Allie (supernatural bordello verse) - 13 (allie assuming they're a vampire)
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A bright, beaming smile took over the Doctor's face when she realized what was going on. "Ohhhhhh! You think I'm a vampire! I would LOVE to be a vampire, but just me. Plain old me." She paused in thought. "Could I even be turned?" They made an intrigued face. "Hav'ta find out some day. Not today though, sorry. Big, important mission. Have ya seen anything.... big and scary? Or small and scary! Conflicting reports."
Her voice fell as she got lost in their own thoughts again, more talking to themself. "Possibly shapeshifting, now that I think about it. But it always chooses to be scary... so it doesn't want people around when it's doing whatever it's doing. Or maybe it likes scaring people; gets a kick out of it... and everyone's scared of something different. Potential mind reader? Or just reeeeally good at reading people."
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Violet sighs in relief as the door finally shuts, pressing her forehead against the wood. She turns around to shoot a look of disapproval at Kate, trying to keep quiet and keep up the serious look, but unable to stop the laugh that bubbles up. She's fairly sure this is going to be something that Eloise and Kate are never going to let her live down.
"You..." she reprimands quietly, wrapping her arms around Kate's neck and kissing her. She sighs, contemplating their options. John and Kate could hide in the closet, but she wouldn't put it past Eloise to go rifling through her things. There was a window, but they were on the second floor and she did not want either of them getting hurt. She also frankly does not want to hide this any longer, at least not from Eloise who seems so intent on unraveling her secrets.
"Put your clothes on, my loves. I think we are about to have a very long... very awkward conversation."
Eloise’s confusion deepened as she heard her mother’s desperate pleas and the firmness in her voice. The more Violet tried to keep her out, the more baffled Eloise became.
With a frustrated sigh, Eloise took a step back from the door, her mind racing. “Fine, Mama,” she said, her voice tinged with exasperation. “If you won’t let me in, then I’ll wait outside. But you must know, this secrecy only makes me more concerned.” She paced back and forth just outside the door. “I’ll stay here until you’re dressed, but know this,” she called through the door, her tone unwavering, “I’m coming in once you are.”
Eloise’s resolve was firm. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, and stared at the door.
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[ hair ] – for the sender to brush a strand of hair out of the receiver’s face. allie @ siena @storyofwhoiam
Siena knew there were women that liked women, she'd never really thought about if she was one of them, Allie had been good enough to let Siena stay with her, it was better than being out on the streets, she didn't dislike Allie, and now the way she was looking at her and pushing her hair out of her face, she really was beautiful.
"Tell me what you're thinking."
#storyofwhoiam#﹙💋﹚𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑶𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 › siena rosso in character#﹙💋﹚𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 › answered
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~ @storyofwhoiam || "Do I look like I tan?" graham @ anyone lol || Lucifer cause reasons lmao ~
"Frankly, no - You look like you'd burn to a crisp." Lucifer's eyes flicked over Graham before returning to hold his gaze, a gentle smirk playing on his lips. "It's just an excuse for me to see you without a shirt."
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[FEAR] The sender confides in the receiver that they think they're pregnant because they sat on a toilet seat. -from Eloise to ANTHONY, with love (the equivalent of a toilet seat, though) Miss Conception starters @storyofwhoiam
For a beat, silence stretched between them, heavy with the weight Anthony's burgeoning rage. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles whitening as he struggled to contain the fury that burned within him. Anthony’s jaw tightened, his teeth grinding as he fought to keep his composure.
“Eloise,” he said, his voice low and warning. “Explain to me precisely what happened. You must be clear about every detail.” He turned to face her, his gaze intense.
She felt sick. But that, she supposed, was the whole point. "I asked everyone how one comes to be with child, and no would tell me, and now..." In a way, she blamed her entire family for being so unhelpfully mysterious about such matters, which would inevitably lead to a tragedy. "It happened at Daphne and Simon's last party, last month, and now I've been sick two mornings in a row. I had too many lemonades and... needed the pot, and it happened." And she knew from several accounts what morning sickness meant. She didn't like having to discuss her natural needs with her brother, but given the situation what choice did she have? If she was right, it was the end.
#the DRAMA#anthony focusing only on the ONE word is legit what I'd expect from him tho#storyofwhoiam#eloise thread;#muse: eloise#pregnancy tw#miss conception
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@storyofwhoiam * Eloise : "Is it true that you need to be married to get pregnant?"
“No,” Dorothea responds simply, hand going to her butterfly pendant. Eloise is an intelligent girl, so Dora is comfortable explaining more, though she knows it is not at all socially acceptable for her to have the breadth of knowledge she does. “Pregnancy is a natural phenomenon, marriage a societal one. One does not necessitate the other.” She shrugs, hand falling away from her necklace. “It does make things easier, socially, to be married before engaging in activities that lead to pregnancy.”
Dora gives a quick glance around to be sure no one is listening in, then lowers her voice to ensure it. “To ask that question, though, makes me believe you are not aware of how pregnancy occurs. I doubt your mother would appreciate me explaining, but I am willing to, if you are curious.”
#storyofwhoiam#dora * stars in your eyes shined brighter#dora * ic * stars in your eyes shined brighter#response * the thing is what it does#( thank youuuuu i am already giggling at this )
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