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wxlngsatheart:

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“An advisor away from his grand wooden desk that is surely filled with stacks of paperwork? Color me surprised” the redhead mused with just a hint of mockery in her tone of voice. She would recognize those dark curls anywhere, even from the corner of her eyes, after that dreadful night at the palace. She may have been slightly tipsy drunk but her memory was not yet completely drained. Since then they hadn’t really spoken, though speaking with one another already didn’t appear to be a strongsuit on her side. She didn’t like him, he was annoying and would dare to dissagree with anything she would say. He was making her want to smile like an idiot every time he was near. “Why is it that you are out here? Have you finally come to bring repay me that bottle you kept from me so unkindly?”

His head tilted back, eyes closed so that his focus could instead hone in on the warmth of the sun and the light breeze -- an attempt to trap a further moment’s peace before once again, he found himself thrust into conversation. He was, however, glad that it was a voice he recognised ( and it belonged to a woman that he could at least tolerate ) and as such a small, one-sided smile blossomed. “You’ve been studying my character, I take it?” She had come to the right conclusion, he supposed -- though a verbal admittance of that was not about to be expressed. “I can tell you now that I’m not here to repay you -- because I don’t owe you anything; certainly not a bottle of anything. If I had not kept it from you, there’s a chance we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” a brow arched, smile returning momentarily. “And anyway, you had finished most of the bottle before I even managed to prise it from your grasp.”

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thencbles:

expression morphed into one of honest confusion. if he was not there to ask for help, then what could he be there for? and adelaide begins to understand that it is GABRIEL she is before. he had always seemingly put her own needs ahead of his, and that he does not come to her for his own benefit most of the time. quite unlike others, who only took from her —- even her own family, as pained as they all were. no one seemed entirely concerned by her own hurt. gaze drops down to the ground, and she suddenly feels nervous. the last time she had seen him, there were confessions of crimes, and him saying he loved her, and her responding with a kiss. all adelaide had known was that she could not let him or her leave this earth on that night without doing such a thing. “me?” words mumbled curiously, and she took the drink, downing it in one swig. “i’m alright.” but she neglects to realise how she cannot lie to him anymore. that he is quickly becoming the one person she feels honestly for. “better, now. actually. you need not worry.”

there was something very striking about her expression -- or rather, the feeling behind it; so much so that he found himself lost in her gaze as the silence washed over them. he’d figure it out, it was distantly familiar to him. a brow arched in response to the swift draining of liquid from glass -- he stifled a quiet chuckle and sipped his own drink. when it came to drinking, gabriel had no room to judge. “yes, you,” he repeated softly, prising the glass gently from her grasp to refill and return it to here a moment later. it came to him. the look was simply an outward representation of inner turmoil; the desire to bury one’s own feelings until a checkpoint was crossed. a point that either consisted of emotional numbness alone, or a sadness so deep and a desire to withdraw so strong, that pain and numbness began to coincide. his hand came up, resting lightly upon her shoulder before dropping to her upper arm and administering a light ( hopefully reassuring ) squeeze. “i’m glad to hear it... though i think by now, you know that i will worry regardless,” a smile quirked at his lips, flickering. “you’ve been busy, i see?”

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TASK 005.

WHAT GREEK GOD DO YOU RELATE TO THE MOST

Hera is the goddess of women and marriage in Greek mythology and religion. Hera is commonly seen with the animals she considers sacred including the cow, lion and the peacock. Portrayed as majestic and solemn, often enthroned, and crowned with the polos (a high cylindrical crown worn by several of the Great Goddesses). Despite negative connotations associated with her, she was a great and powerful Goddess who loved people.

WHICH FAMOUS KING OR QUEEN ARE YOU

Chivalrous and charming, you are Richard I – The Lionheart (1189-1199)! A natural leader, you were born to rule - not just forced into it. Others flock to your magnetic personality, and are swooned by your genuine charm. You are not only a gifted leader, but one who leads by example, a rare feat. Richard I was a crusading King who gained fame for his chivalry, courage and indefatigable spirit. He earned the respect of his great enemy Saladin through vast crusades, sweeping the entire continent of Europe.

WHAT SHAKESPEARE CHARACTER ARE YOU

You are Macbeth. You are a strong, powerful, charismatic personality. People do what you say...or get the heck out of your way. You are practical, matter of fact, and you'll do whatever it takes to get the job done. Your single-mindedness can make you a bit of a loner. Three course meals and fancy cocktails aren't for you - you're far too practical for that frou frou nonsense. Be careful that, in your drive for excellence, you don't push everyone away. You might need friends when you least expect it.

WHAT IS YOUR GREEK GODLY PARENTAGE

Athena’s children are quick-thinking, witty, wise and responsible. As one of them, you are known to think several steps ahead, and plan for every inevitability. Children of Athena are also very sympathetic towards to those in need, and will do anything to help those less unfortunate than them. They also have no problems in sharing their knowledge with others, and you’ll find them spouting facts about their favorite things all the time. Children of athena have lots of patience and motivation, and once they begin a task, they will not rest until they finish it. Athena’s children also are plagued with problems of pride and vengeance; when crossed, will go to elaborate lengths to exact their payment. Because you appreciate the subtleties of intelligence and strategy, sometimes you can be closed off to more emotional intuition and asking for help in these areas can be challenging. 

HOW WOULD JANE AUSTEN DESCRIBE YOUR LOVE LIFE

You got “She was stronger alone, and her own good sense so well supported her, that her firmness was as unshaken.”

WHAT IS YOUR FATAL FLAW

Your brutal honesty. You’re blunt. You’re outspoken. Frankly, you’re kind of a jerk. But you get away with it because you’re usually right and also because you’re indispensable to the major plot. But honestly? It’s going to come back to haunt you. One of these days, you’re going to be TOO honest. You’re going to refuse to lie at a critical juncture, upholding your honourable caustic truthfulness, and you’re going to pay the ultimate price for it.

HOW WOULD YOU DIE IN A SHAKESPEARE PLAY

You’re going to take a dagger through the heart while eating pie.

WHAT SHAKESPEARE ARCHETYPE ARE YOU

The Powerful Queen. Perhaps you are Titania, fairy queen of the forest. Or maybe you’re Cleopatra, clever queen of Egypt. Possibly you’re Lady Macbeth, who becomes queen of Scotland in the fullness of time. The point is there are many ways to be a queen, and whether you live or die depends entirely on how many murders you committed, oversaw, or actively encouraged during your reign. (Unless you are Anne Boleyn, in which case good luck with that.)

WHAT WOULD YOU DIE OF IN THE MIDDLE AGES

You would’ve died in the Peasants’ Revolt of 1381, also known as the least successful uprising ever attempted by a group of unruly farmers. Following the Black Death, the abrupt lack of able-bodied workers made labor more valuable. The emerging middle class got together and said, “Hey, I think we deserve fair wages,” to which Richard II responded, “Okay, that sounds fair,” and had them all executed. Whoops. If it helps, things eventually got a little bit better. Not for you, obviously, but for the people who had the good sense to still be alive.

ARE YOU THE PROTAGONIST

You got; you are the protagonist! You're Harry Potter, Frodo, Dorothy, and Katniss all rolled into one. It's all about you, all the time. You may be some sort of Chosen One, or a dystopian heroine with a witty inner monologue, or maybe you're the John Watson to someone else's Sherlock Holmes. Whatever the case may be, it's your world and the rest of us are just living in it.

WOULD YOU SURVIVE A SHAKESPEARE PLAY

You would survive a Shakespeare play! You are a Horatio among Hamlets and a Macduff among Macbeths. Whether it’s because you tend to stay out of the drama or simply because you’re good with a sword, you are a higher caliber of person and would definitely make it through an entire Shakespeare play without getting smothered or stabbed or poisoned or eaten by a bear, which is nothing short of a miracle.

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eldestprince:

               he gasped in pain as the sword he was holding clattered to the ground, the noise reverberating throughout the empty room. max fell to his knees, his left hand curled around his right shoulder, as if the vice-like grip would stop the throbbing pain. “ fuck. “ he gasped out, trying to fight back the tears that he was threatening to spill. “ damn it, damn it, damn it! “ the prince was starting to yell louder, and the painful grasp changed into a fist, and he angrily punched his shoulder. “ G-d damn it! work you stupid shoulder! don’t be a fucking imbecile, and work! “ the prince did not even hear the door behind him open, not over his painful yells. his voice dropped to a whisper, and he finally let a single tear fall. “ why can’t you work anymore? “

it was the distant sound of sword meeting stone that summoned him to the room, though he did not enter immediately -- instead, choosing to hover in the doorway in order to figure out just what the cause of the raucous had been. there would be no need to rush in had a simple accident happened, for example. the string of shouted curses certainly helped in establishing just what had occurred, and in response he shoved the door open just in time to hear a quiet whisper of a question; a question he had been asking himself for the past five years. with quiet difficulty gabriel bent down to collect the sword and he moved round the kneeling male to offer a hand. “here, up you get.”

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thencbles:

was the exhaustion OBVIOUS in her features: usually so gentle and kind, hardened by the sights of the night before? hands still shaking at the thought of the man she had killed —- and adelaide did not know how to calm herself down, not properly. it was quite unlike anything she had ever experienced. she had not allowed herself to think about it, or feel anything at all, in response. her family were suffering from both physical and mental pain, and she must be the anchor for them. she had always tried to be the rock of her family, and could not refuse them such comfort now. perhaps she was so difficult to find because she had not wanted to be found. not by anybody, not anymore. she drifted from place to place to offer support, before allowing herself to breathe for just a moment. head turned from the view of the window before her when she heard gabriel’s voice. it was very reassuring. “of course.” was her mere response, and she walked quickly, effortlessly, in the direction he spoke of, until they found themselves in the room. “are you okay? what can i do for you?”

he could not blame her for avoiding him, if that was indeed what she was doing. events such as the recently concluded rarely left one wishing to talk about it -- even if that was supposedly exactly what one should do, to cope with it. these were charged times, and often things happened. a kiss was exchanged, for example. it was no stretch of the imagination to think that adelaide would not like to talk about their kiss. that said, though the kiss was a pressing thing on his mind, it was not his primary reason for seeking her out. he followed several paces behind, momentarily surprised by the speed at which she’d responded and led the way to the room. his brow furrowed. “what? i’m fine, i assure you... there’s nothing you can do for me,” a pause, gabriel eyed the door quietly for a moment in thought before shutting it and turning to face her once more. “as i said, i just wanted to speak with you. to see if you were alright, actually.” he mustered a soft smile, plucking a decanter from a nearby bureau to fill two glasses, generously and offer one to adelaide. “it’s a claret, i think.”

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An eerie peace had settled within him during recent events, and it had yet to leave. It might have been more unnerving, if he had not become entirely accustomed to the sensation over the past decade or so; but despite his generally feeling calmer than he had since arriving at Bern, there was in fact something ( a thought, a feeling -- both aimed at the same person ) that had him tossing and turning at night. That was Adelaide naturally, and an equally natural consequence of that was that he’d set his mind upon finding her -- to continue the conversation they’d started during their chance meeting in the infirmary. If she was purposefully avoiding him, she was doing a very good job indeed, for it took him long enough to locate her when usually she could be found easily within a half hour. To avoid startling her, Gabriel cleared his throat quietly and moved seamlessly to stand in front of her. “Do you have a moment? I’d like to speak with you; there’s an empty room just down the hall.”

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“Aren’t you the least bit grateful? I did just save you!” (from Conni. Because...)

He laughed, raising an incredulous brow. “Is that so?” A huff of breath escaped, hands resting on his hips. “See, I remember an entirely different series of events… One that involved copious amounts of alcohol – and one bottle that you seemed to grow extremely fond of as time progressed. It may well have been a child the way you clung on to it for dear life,” Gabriel smiled. “But perhaps I am wrong, hm? I wouldn’t rule out the possibility; we did finish the entire bottle between us in a rather brief amount of time.”

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“Do you know what my brother would do to you if he caught you in my room?”

“Oh, I know exactly would he would do, were he to catch me. It takes no stretch of the imagination,” a lazy smile formed, eyes opening slowly to gaze up at her. He lifted a hand, fingers tucking strands of hair away from her face before brushing lightly over her forehead. “He won’t find us here. Not today, at least – that I can promise you. So relax, hm?” Gabriel paused, settling back upon the bed and gently tugging Adelaide down with him. “And even if he did find us, I’m sure we could come up with an excuse – perhaps you found a rat, or there was a spider in your room and I happened to be passing by so you enlisted my help. There are no limits to the falsehoods we could weave.”

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IT’S HONESTY HOUR **FRIDAY !!

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banphricnsa:

“Or at least pretend to know. Anything said with a most assured of expressions must be the truth,” she quipped with a huff. “Come now, Captain, surely the best part of any lunch is the fine conversation one can bribe out of a hungry man?” she said with a smile as she quickly ordered her servants to prepare the evening tea. Lavinia happily took a seat, relieved to give her ankle the respite it clearly desired. She waved an inviting hand to the free seat opposite her own.

He nodded. “Oh, naturally. An expression such as that can only be accompanied by a truth.” If only that were the case; certainly workings in and around the peace negotiations would be a little easier. A brow quirked, head canted slightly to one side. “... If bribing conversation out of a hungry man is something you deem to be particularly entertaining, ma’am, then, I suppose it must be. Most seem to find it something of a chore.” The bustling servants were offered a brief grateful smile and Gabriel moved to take up the gestured seat with a quiet sigh. “I'm not sure I promise very much ‘fine’ conversation, as you put it.”

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banphricnsa:

“The physician insisted I rest it but I apparently know better than he does,” Lavinia said with an appreciative smile, a nod to show she had indeed found the footing her aching ankle had caused her to lose only moments ago. “Perhaps we ought to find a place to sit. Call for lunch. Try to salvage conversation even,” she teased lightly.

“Stubborn patients, I imagine, are the bane of many a physician’s existence. I like to think I can make such a comment with a degree of authority; being such a patient.” A smile quirked. “To my own detriment, perhaps -- but so long as we know exactly what we’re doing, hm?” He lifted a shoulder in a shrug in response, raising a brow. “You lost me at conversation, Your Highness... But I think I’ll survive it, so long as a call for lunch is made.”

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Still Star-Crossed Sentence Starters (ep1)

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“No, no no, I cannot let you do this!” “Then you’ll have to raise your sword to me. And that, my father would kill you for.” “You don’t approve of this union?” “Whose to say love won’t succeed where violence has failed?” “Death comes to us all.” “When you marry, you will strengthen this household in the face of all our enemies.” “It has been a bloody summer. Worse than any I remember” “You must always put Verona/our house first.” “A night with friends is one well-spent indeed.” “You broke off your betrothal to [name]’s son/daughter” ”The [family] are rich and powerful. And you were meant to bring their blood into our house.” “You have nothing that isn’t mine!” “If you had single thought in that wine-soaked head of yours for politics it would occur to you what an opportunity this is for us. But you don’t.” “Go [name], wash the stink of the night off you.“ “I love that you can always hope.” “It’s just a ball.” “Just a ball? It’s the prince’s ball. I need a rich husband and I’m never going to find him stuck in here.” “You don’t see the fun in being your own mistress? Of reading your books. Of sleeping in your own bed. Of never being at the whim of whichever man happens to be in charge of you.” “His lordship wants to see you.” “It is a great kindness we show to you tonight to allow you to attend the prince’s ball.” “So it’s true. The prince really did invite everyone.” “Anyone who commits murder will be executed without trial.” “You know you don’t have to be so formal.” “I thought everything in this court was about following the rules.” “How disconcerting this must be. When last you saw my niece/nephew, they were your peer.” “Unlike you, dear sister. The idea of finding a husband doesn’t exactly displease me.” “Somewhere out here is my one true love.” “I thought we’d start off at the taverns on VIa Fratta.” “You think no one remembers that your people came from nothing?” “As of tonight, we’re family. I will not fight my own blood.” “A plague on both your houses. Ask for me tomorrow and you shall find me a grave man.” “Are money and power so petty?” “My father is the prince of Mantua, my lord. I am his heir.” “Our family name is even older than that of your house. You think I don’t know what my own blood is worth?” “We have too many enemies outside our walls to turn the families within them against us.” “Then what do our laws mean if we don’t enforce them?” “Are you really so caught up in your own desires that you care so little for my happiness?” “To be married to two men at once would be a sin.” “In truth, there is only one person I blame for this.” “Take this potion, and your body will grow cold and still. And you will appear to be dead until you wake in the family tomb as if from a pleasant sleep. Only take one drop. More than that and you will die.” “What dark magic is this?” “Fair [name], thou art a true friend.” “If you think I can’t make you suffer a thousand times more than you already have, you have less imagination than I thought.” “Mark my words, sweet [name], the worst is yet to come.” “A curse on the House of [house name]!” “Milan to the west, and Venice to the east and between them our fair city of Verona. A jewel waiting to be taken by anyone with an army strong enough to overcome us.” “We must have peace. No matter the cost.” “Would you ever have told me your secret?” “If we’re lucky they think we’ve been killed in the riots.” “If you want to run away I’ll tell them whatever lie you want me to. But you’re going to be runnin alone.” “A messenger came. From the palace.” “Aren’t you the least bit grateful? I did just save you!” “I know the face of death and I know how to care for the sick.” “You’ll need another pair of hands if he’s to stay alive.” “Do you know what my father would do to you if he caught you in my room?” “It’s father, they stabbed him in the streets! He’s dying!” “So you’d sell me off to a man I hate?” “I don’t want what I’ve lost. I don’t want comfort. I don’t even know what comfort is anymore.” “I would give you anything – anything in this world to make you happy. Just tell me. What do you want?”

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ofaberations:

He was trying to block out the screaming, the noise of tearing skin as the blade was thrust into them. The sound of crashing goblets–all of it and while he managed to pull many out of there, he still left a lot behind. He only hoped they were alright. “Press down on the wound.” he instructs before his eyes gaze to find the doctor–or anyone really that would be fit for helping. Upon hearing a commotion, Robert grabbed the scalpel, just in case he needed it, but saw that more had been coming through. He releases a breath of slight relief that they weren’t going to be attacked by pirates here, and gestured for everyone to find a seat in the back. He was going to need help because he couldn’t do this alone. “You’re going to have to take off your shirt, the scar runs deep and I have to make sure you’re not going to need stitches.” he instructs one, before looking at those that were bloodied and bruised. They were alive, and so far, that’s all that mattered;

This was not his place; and as such Gabriel had spent as little time as possible standing still among the injured. When it counted he was happy to help out with the treatment of injuries, but his help was limited and so he set about doing what he knew he would be better at; bringing the injured in to those who could help, and seeking them out throughout the castle. It was the first time he’d seen Robert since the chaos had begun, and despite the air of nonchalance he often liked to have about him, Gabriel’s relief was all too clear. The man clinging to him for dear life was placed down and handed a bottle of brandy to nurse while he waited to be seen to, so that Gabriel could instead move towards his friend and the person he was speaking to. “Here,” he eyed the scalpel in Robert’s hand warily for a moment, before easing the injured man into a seat and tearing his shirt in one swift movement. “I’ll stay and help for a bit, alright? The rest will be fine for a while longer; you’ve got this.” He gestured to the near unconscious body in the seat before them and squeezed Robert’s shoulder. “Need me to hold him still?”

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thencbles:

at his voice, calmness returned to her. breathing was slowed, and she had nearly stopped crying completely. it was odd, how one man was enough to ensure she was okay — because before his presence, adelaide had felt as though she would collapse, or scream with guilt. adelaide seyon was not a killer. she was a good woman, and she did know it. but the idea of even raising a hand to somebody, nevermind ending their life, it baffled her. before she had told gabriel that he was not a murderer for killing in war. did the same rules not apply for herself?

he was there, and adelaide had never been more grateful. hands reached to touch his own that were placed on her cheeks, holding onto them tightly, as though she feared what would happen should she let go. and she did. if his touch and voice was enough to calm her, she did not know how she would react if he were to let go so quickly. but she was not longer sobbing, breaths calm, and she closed her eyes for a brief second. “i didn’t mean to do it.” she repeated, quietly, voice barely above a whisper. reassurance for herself, to repeat it, embed it into her mind. it was surely not something she would be able to let go of so quickly. “is it alright?” she was questioning, cautiously. she wanted for it to be alright so badly, and she felt so timid and weak in response. but his words made her eyes shoot open, surprise running through her, possibly even evident in her expression. perhaps he meant it platonically, which was entirely possible, or he only said it to calm her — but those words, the three that she had feared saying to any man for so long, calmed her completely. he did not even seem to realise he spoke it, or the weight of it to her. “what?” voice doubting, questioning. for if he had not meant it she would surely look a fool. but one hand moved to his cheek, the other to the nape of her neck, and adelaide gazed up at him. “i’m breathing.” she assured him, but adelaide felt a surge of adrenaline run through her. she still felt disgusted at her actions, but hoped perhaps this movement could calm her down now. she forgot her surroundings and leaned up, pressing her lips to his swiftly.

he was more than happy to put down the impressively quick change in her demeanour to adelaide’s own resilience; for he knew she was indeed as resilient as anyone else he knew -- or had ever known. it was even more impressive when one considered the weight of her action. killing someone was not an easy thing to do for most people; there were a select few that were exceptions to that rule, but for the most part it was a difficult thing -- but rarely did the levity of such a thing hit until after, and it was always the aftermath that was so much more difficult to cope with and understand. gabriel did not doubt that adelaide would make it through to the other side, but knowing how difficult it was to get there, all he wanted was to help; or at least be there to offer support.

the gesture elicited a small smile from him in response, but he did not move -- did not dare to even consider disturbing their position in anyway; nor did he want to, in truth. he gave a quiet sigh in relief when adelaide showed signs of calming further, thumbs rubbing the back of her hands soothingly. “i know that,” came his reply, voice matching hers in volume despite his managing to be entirely unaware of their surroundings -- and namely the hundreds of people bustling in and out. he nodded, jaw set and gesture firm. “it is; in this situation your actions are perfectly justified, even it doesn’t feel like it at all.” his breath caught in his throat, dark eyes widening in surprise and fixing briefly upon the floor. cheeks dusted with colour, he swallowed thickly. he contemplated for several moments what to say next; would repeating the words be so bad? “i -- i said i love you.” his gaze met hers hesitantly, brows knitting together. “that’s good,” he mumbled, considering speaking again ( what he would say, he did not know ) but finding himself unable to do so. he closed his eyes; one hand upon her waist and the other on her neck; fingers in her hair. breathing softly, he leant in to the kiss, head tilting.