𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔞 𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔟

alistair frédéric balfour, eleanor maud elizabeth windsor & ophelia fleur greene.

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            when people made the claim that wedding planning was exhausting, they weren’t lying. for every decision that was made, ten more dilemmas seemed to pop out of the woodworks. and perhaps most excrutiating of it all was the seating plan. they’d been fiddling with it for weeks, and no matter how they delegated seats, it never seemed to work out. « ---- i don’t think this will work, darling, » he remarked, eyes scanning the newest draft. « there’s no chance in hell we can put my siblings on the same table. if we do, the whole reception might go up in flames --- » with a slight tilt of his head, he took her hand in his. « everything ok ? you seem.... distracted.» @mcmoirs

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msg to » elizabeth 🔥

byron: no its boring because he gave this lecture last week

byron: my flat is less public than yours

byron: i havent seen you in a week

elizabeth: this is a catch-up lecture, hugo

elizabeth: you're looking at me right now

elizabeth: you know i can't. mum and dad would have my head

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𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢.

“hardly,” a small smile played along the corners of his lips at the remark. there were a few things that frightened him, but none of them were as expendable as human beings. “is it so bad to be concerned of the consequences of you getting caught fraternizing with me?” the smile faded. why did he care so much anyway? if they get caught, he’d easily find someone else to hang out and have fun with. but if honesty was something he could achieve, then he could admit that that idea just now tasted bitter in his mouth. a small shake of a head coupled with a sigh was all it took to dismiss the whole internal debate. “fine, then. i’ll get the drinks. i’ll meet you there in a few. can your inebriated ass manage?” 

            «  consequences, huh ? » she let the word roll of her tongue, had a proper taste of it (though, admittedly, the only thing she could register was the aftermath of cheap wine on her tastebuds). « you make it sound so ... official. consequences are for people who get caught planning to elope. this, my friend, » and with that, she pressed a baby pink nail to his chest. « is just casual. what’s the worst that could happen ? » at his next remark, she scoffed. « can i  m a n a g e ? you underestimate me, vigo.» 

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𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡.

henry only responded to her attempt to mock him with a derisive expression that contorted his features, as he stood. he didn’t really need to express any sort of disagreement to her statements. her actions were enough to disprove all of them. “damn, i was thinking of capri-suns, but i guess that’d do.” there was really no choice for henry but to go with whatever lia had in mind ever since this conversation started. he wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her up. “next problem: how on earth are we getting up there?” 

          « had this been fourth grade, i would have totally agreed with you. » she leant her head against his shoulder, hand reaching out to give him a quick tap on the tip of his nose. « you know what, parrish ? you need to stop asking questions and start looking for solutions. we’ll just pick the lock. duh. » 

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𝐣𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐬𝐨𝐧.

not one unaccustomed to others’ outbursts, juliette merely raised an eyebrow in response to alistair’s words. “ if that’s how you greet me, i’d hate to see how you treat non-members, ” juliette quipped, although her amused expression gave way to the truth that she really couldn’t care less about the other students.  “ do i need a reason to visit ? perhaps i simply care about your well-being.  ” with a smirk, she crossed the room. “ actually, i did bring coffee in an attempt to bribe you into letting me borrow your microeconomics textbook. what’s got you in such a brusque mood ? ”

             « frankly, » he began, followed by a short scoff. « i don’t. you lot should consider yourselves grateful that i take time out of my busy schedule for enquires from actual members, and that’s saying something. » his features soften a little at the sight of the paper cup. « no milk, right ? go ahead, it should be somewhere on the table. » there’s a slight pause. « honestly ? boredom.» 

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𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

             “ oh, pish posh ! ” she waved her hand in dismissal. “ twins are still twins no matter their difference. can’t deny that, now can you ? ” she slid behind his back, snatching the piece of bread from his hand. “ oh, sorry. it wasn’t my car i crashed, it was yours. how could i have let such an important detail slip ? ” she laughed, as if all of this was some grand comedy, before taking a bite from the caffeinated bread.

              alistair, whose expression had now taken the form of a human question mark, just looked at his sister.  « my car ? » he repeated back, toast still in hand, unsure of what to actually say. « are you high ? you can’t have crashed my car, sab, because, » and with that, he fished the keys out of his pocket. « i still have the keys. » 

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𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚.

              “ no, i’m afraid i don’t⏤even, if it is holy. ” yet again, clara wound up in a position that she had a difficulty turning down. it never took much coercion to get her on board of things, especially if she were to gain a friend in return. “ i feel as though i’d regret this if i were to agree. which, oddly, makes me want to say yes even more, ” she sighed. “ so, alright. let’s do it. ”

                « strange. » for someone whose entire life had revolved around the various stages of the life cycle of drugs, the idea of sobriety seemed almost foreign. « let’s strike a deal. we go up, but we don’t drink. and we don’t talk about god. » 

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𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞.

               it was two in the morning, everyone⏤his sister, his girlfriend⏤was supposed to be asleep by the time he got back to their flat. he’d lost track of time after he’d been studying with bridget all night, and of course, he made the perfect excuse for his girlfriend  not to worry about staying up & waiting for him. when he heard rattling by the living area, he’d prepare for the worst, but was in ironic relief when he was greeted by his younger sister, who was all dressed up & very much awake.  “ now, where do you think you’re going ? ” @cvnturion

              as much as it pained her to admit, the dumb 10pm curfew wasn’t entirely irrational. their dad had plenty of enemies, and it would be naïve to think that none of said enemies had ever toyed with the idea of getting to his children. but, even so, lia hated it, and when possible, tried her damn best to evade it. nights like this made the task a whole lot easier - ollie, being the hypocrite he was - had been out all night, and she’d seized the opportunity to go out and have some fun. for once. but, wanting desperately to sleep in her own bed ( and to avoid the questions she’d probably garner if she tumbled back home at 7 in the morning, had arrived at their flat less than ten minutes earlier, hair ruffled after a tumble in the sheets and heels still on her feet. « out for a cig. your lovely girlfriend doesn’t want me smoking inside, remember ? » 

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𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚.

            “ i thought - ” her eyes widened as she saw the bottle of wine she held. it was the same brand that her older brother & cousin used to sneak out of family dinners, when their fathers started arguing. “ your brother’s girlfriend has great taste, ” she commented. “ oh, no. i could never, but you must be talking about the holy eucharist. the priest dips the hostia in a chalice that contains sacramental wine and offers it for communion. they usually drink whatever is left. ”

             « so, you don’t drink ? » she asked, making her best effort to ignore the comment about .. she who must not be named. was it petty of her? sure. did she care? not one bit. slipping the bottle back into the bag, she shurgged. « not even if we pretend it’s sacramental ? » 

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𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

             “ ouch, much ? how cold of you to think i’m not concerned for your well-being. we’re twins after all, i can sense your distress like a sixth sense. ” he was right, she wasn’t here to check up on him, but it was fun to pretend like she did. “ guess i’ll dive right into it: i crashed my car on a drunken escapade. ”

              « oh yes, of course twin intuition would apply to us, considering how similar we are, » he mumbled under his breath, tearing off a corner of his piece of toast before dipping it in his coffee. bread halfway to his mouth, he stopped dead in his tracks. « i’m  s o r r y ? you did what now ?» 

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𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡.

“well, uh, for one, we could get caught, and suffer punishment. two, in your inebriation, you could fall forty-feet, hit your head, and possibly die. and three, i have to clean up the mess, and i’m not good with blood and guts,” and yet despite his words, henry knew tonight would still end with them up in the roof and him possibly slipping through corridors to get a highly intoxicated lia back in her room without getting caught. he can’t quite recall a single time he said no to her. “fine. but you bring the drinks.”

              « we could get caught, » she repeats, her tone a poor attempt at mimicking his. « i’m disappointed. do you really think i’m that much of an uncoordinated drunk ? i’ll have you know i’ve had 2 - nay, three - glasses of wine - and i am feeling absolutely stellar, thank you. » and point seemingly disproven by her inability to stand upright. « no trouble. tell me what you want and i’ll fix it, on the condition that’s rosé, because that’s all i have in my bag.» 

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𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢.

“oh, i’m down for a good time, love. you know i always am.” much like her, vigo was disconcerted over the fact that a friday night felt so arid. “my only concern is why it has to be up the roof. honestly, i like the idea, if i might say so myself,” he turned to face ophelia, face coming up a little to close to hers, and voice suddenly lurid, “but can you imagine your brother chancing upon us having a little too much fun up there?” 

                love. the second the word slipped past the barrier formed by his lips, lia felt herself having to battle the blood rushing to her cheeks. « first of all, » she almost hummed, her slight intoxication seemingly drawing out every syllable. « he won’t. last i checked, he had plans. » the last word, plans (read: plans with his girlfriend) practically dripping with spite. « and secondly: so what ? you’re not scared of him, are you ?» 

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msg to » elizabeth 🔥

byron: so...

byron: this lecture is boring

byron: make the day better and come back to mine after?

elizabeth: it's only boring because you're not paying attention

elizabeth: you sure that's a good idea?

elizabeth: it's very /public/

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𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚.

              “well,” she pauses briefly to think. “there are a few outcomes that come to mind that are highly unfavourable. yet, i wouldn’t say that i’m entirely opposed to the idea, no.” the minimal coercion was enough to compel her to do something that she, on a normal basis, would not. “so, what type of tea are we drinking?”

            « tea ? » she laughed, shaking her head. her left hand found its way into the abyss of her handbag, only to emerge ten seconds later, clutching a bottle of red wine. « don’t know if it’s any good. nicked it off my brother’s girlfriend. you drink red wine, no ? isn’t that like ... some catholic ritual or some shit ? » 

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𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫.

        “wrong deity, dear brother.” she quipped, walking towards the human personification of hostility that was no other than her twin. “oh, is it illegal to check up on you now ? i just wanted to make sure you weren’t overloading yourself again. after all, the devil works hard but the honourable alistair frédéric balfour works even harder. he might even make the rest of hell work for him, given the chance. ” 

              « illegal - ? no, » he quipped back, fingers tapping absent-mindedly against the wood of their dining table, eyes scanning the figure in front of him. « but i feel like i know you well enough to know you’re not here because you’re ‘concerned for me’. so spit it out, ames, what is it ? what did you mess up this time ? » 

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𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯

       there were few things that stressed alistair out more than not having anything to do. balancing, school, whatever work his father delegated to him, as well as keeping the riot club somewhat presentable, constant pressure was nothing more than his new normal. and, consequently, when the work had been done, double & triple-check, sent off - when it was time for him to relax, slow his heart rate a little, he found himself increasingly agitated. and much to the other person’s dismay, he underestimated his own anger, and in response to a question he didn’t quite catch, he all but snarled: « god, what is it now ? » 

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𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔯 

               « ah, don’t make that face, » the blonde all but  p o u t e d, practically tugging at the other’s sleeve. it was a friday evening, and much to her dismay, nothing exciting had happened yet. « we’re just gonna sneak up to the college roof to have a drink. what’s the worst that could happen ? come on ----  »