SINFUL TRAGEDIES.

@charityhcward

____________________________ Women with chronic pain, with ever-gestating d i s e a s e s. Women with conditions. Men, sure, they have bone snaps, they have backaches, they have a surgery or two, yank out a tonsil, insert a shiny plastic hip. Women get c o n s u m e d. ♔ CHARITY HOWARD. Fifty-One. Mother. Wife.

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“Please, these women are clearly trying to get a rise out of you, your nose looks amazing. In fact, give me all the details of your surgeon. Just in case.” A smirk stretched across her features as she took a generous gulp of her vino. Charity hardly meant what she said, but it seemed as though the two housewives were possibly on the same side of the battle at the moment. She didn’t particularly agreed on the casting, but that was probably the entire point of it. Although she would love nothing more to get publicity and to display her distaste for some of these housewives on this island. It was best to keep the likes of Evelyn close than farther away for now. After all, they seemed to share common enemies. Plus, they were surrounded by cameras at the moment, so she was sure enough going to maintain her act for the show. “Honestly, they need to get off their high horses and get some reality check. This is our world and not theirs. How long have they been here for, compare to us? I don’t trust any of them one bit at all.” Perhaps, Claire would be an exception, but she didn’t think Evelyn would care anyway.

#( — interactions. )#( — interactions with ; evelyn halliwell. )#//charity is a fake ass bitch :////

CHRISTIAN HOWARD.

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“Hey lovely, you’re looking extra nice today. Planning on going somewhere and stealing some hearts? Well, don’t let me stop you from it.” Christian wasn’t an idiot, and he wasn’t oblivious to the growing distance between him and his wife over the coming years. He had hoped that maybe it was just a bump in the road, something they could work on together. So whenever he did see Charity in somewhat of a good mood (was it bad that he couldn’t tell anymore if she was or wasn’t?), he was going to take full advantage of it by turning on the charm.

Smoothing out the creases of her dress, admiring the way the garment shaped around her body, Charity was slightly startled to hear her husband’s voice echoing into the room. Her smile faltered nevertheless, although it recovered quickly as she spoke. “You like? It’s a new dress,” The blonde twirled in a circle of moment, before finally turning to face Christian. “I thought I’ve already stolen one person’s heart already,” She stared at him pointedly, as she slowly approached him across the room. She knew she was hardly the dutiful wife, and the man standing before her was hardly someone she recognised anymore. But still, she was keeping up the charade, because there was no way in hell she was going to break her facade first. “You know, I got to look my best for this show after all. Do you think I’m looking my best?”

#( — interactions. )#( — interactions with ; christian howard. )