miss narcissus.

𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧-𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝, 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝𝐡𝐪 !

[alphalewolf]

[duchessnorfolk]

akhct‌:

David furrowed his brow; despite her dramatic claim of never moving again, he was set on getting her to wash up. Even if he had to do it himself. Pulling up his sweatpants, he started on over to her bedside, pulling the covers off of her swiftly. They billowed as he let go, and crumpled on the floor at the foot of her bed. “Then I guess we’re gonna have to do this the hard way,” he announced, scooping her up.

When he got back into the bathroom, he let her legs go so she could stand. As he turned to grab the bath bomb, he asked: “Are you gonna make me undress you, too? Or are we gonna do this the easy way?”

once she could stand on her own two feet again ( post- a yelp of dissent when the air of the room hit her ) having stared at him reproachfully during the short journey, amber picked at the fluff of her pyjamas. her arms crossed over her chest for a moment before she turned to watch the gently rising steam from the bath. she’d been feeling a little sore, a little sick, so perhaps the bath would help chase away those issues. 

she pulled her shirt over her head and stripped out of the trousers and underwear, as well as the fluffy socks — there was a twinge in her chest as she remembered where those came from — while looking at him through the corner of her eyes, “you haven’t had an issue with undressing me before, mate, is there something you want to tell me?”

[duchessnorfolk]

text | amber

amelia: of course i will sweetie

amelia: How are you doing?

amber: i think i'm going to visit alessandra next week so that's nice!

amber: honestly right now i'm just sleeping a lot but i'm feeling a little better. it's just shitty because i really care about floraigh but i'm too upset

[duchessnorfolk]

text | amelia.

Amber: if anything goes down at the auction, you'll text me about it, right?

[duchessnorfolk]

TEXTS —> AMBER & ALESSANDRA

Alessandra: I want to make it clear that I'm good friends with Floraigh, too. I don't want to take sides. But I do realize that what she did wasn't at all appropriate.

Alessandra: But of course I'll always have your back.

Alessandra: I'll clear it just for you. Is next week too soon?

Amber: next week's fine

Amber: otherwise i don't really have much to do except drink wine and watch parks and recreation re-runs on E4, so

[duchessnorfolk]

TEXTS —> AMBER & ALESSANDRA

Alessandra: Ah, that makes sense, I suppose.

Alessandra: It's a shame, though. I missed you.

Alessandra: I'm sorry that entire ordeal happened — I could only catch snippets from the chat, but it's truly another magnitude of terrible that someone so close to you would do something so soul-crushing.

Alessandra: Please let me know if there's anything I can do to make your day a little bit brighter.

Amber: honestly hearing from you is always nice

Amber: it makes me feel better to know people have my back through all of this

Amber: i'll have to come and see you in rome, though — let me know when your diary's clear and we'll make a date?

[akhct-deactivated20200518]

Location: Ambrosia’s AirBNB in Santorini Characters: David & Ambrosia @duchessnorfolk​

“Hey, Ambs,” David called, checking over his shoulder as he lifted his hand out of the bath. “Did you wanna watch me put in the bath bomb?”

She’d been wavering between crying and staying silent for the past few hours, and through most of that she was curled up in a ball under a pile of blankets. He’d drawn her a hot bath and had her assistant run out and get his entire list of Amber Spa Essentials – thankfully, her assistant had left the bags outside the bathroom door and scurried off into her own room of the loft, where she was essentially off-duty until they were ready to leave.

He stood up from crouching on the ground, sweatpants unscrunching and grazing the tops of his bare feet, and hung in the doorframe between the room and the master bathroom. “Love? Do I need to come pull you out of there?”

[duchessnorfolk]

the duchess’ head poked out of the blanket-bundle, enough to lock eyes with her best friend. it was getting stuffy under there, anyway, and she would have needed to take a breath of fresh air quickly enough.

tear-stains tracked over her face as words did in one of david baba’s furious writing sessions — when inspiration struck, and amber assigned herself to get him food and snacks as needed; the true enemy of creativity, she’d heard their lecturer at oxford say once, is interruption — and when she wiped at them with the back of her hand it was with all the fury of when he screwed up a piece of paper and threw it into the bin. 

“you don’t need to,” her voice, by comparison, was almost hoarse and frail as her hands pulled the covers back over to hide herself from view, “i’m comfortable never moving again, actually.”

[duchessnorfolk]

TEXTS —> AMBER & ALESSANDRA

Alessandra: I've been looking all over for you, but I can't seem to find you tonight.

Alessandra: Are you not here in Paris?

Amber: i thought it was a better idea if i went home

Amber: i'd either bring the mood down or punch the british prime minister and neither of those are a good idea

[batwan-deactivated20220318]

Fleabag | S02E02

[maverickhearst]

location: santorini, greece featuring: @duchessnorfolk​

the villa jutted up to the beach, with its own private pool and fire pit on the sand. all in all, maverick was pleased with how quickly they were able to acquire it for the last-minute trip. they currently sat out on the beach, a fire in front of them as the sky was dark overhead. she was more worried about amber than she wanted to admit and she reached over to wrap an arm around her friend’s back. “we’ll invite david and a few others out in a couple of days,” she murmured. “is there anything else i can get you?”

( the cameras, for her show, were filming around them, but maverick had long ago learned how to best block them out )

“it’s good to get away. should i tell you my horror stories to help you forget?” maverick took a long sip from the whiskey bottle that was settled in the sand between them.

[duchessnorfolk]

she laughed — a far duller, too-blank sound, weighed down by gravity as it fell from amber’s lips; you could almost hear its hollow thunk as each note clanked to the ground — and shook her head, taking a long drink from the whiskey and leaning into maverick’s embracing arm. her strength to be anywhere but in bed is waning, and will be gone within hours, worn away by tears. she was barely aware that the film-cameras were there. it was all she could do to trust mavi wouldn’t let anything make it to television that was too personal, or made her look particularly fragile, or that would offer floraigh or tobias ANY satisfaction.

“my childhood innocence? the emotional investments i made back again? a time machine, or something? that hot nigerian prince that went to trinity that offered to marry me and i didn’t take him up on it?”

[duchessnorfolk]

☕, 🏠, 🔎 & 🔋

all these little things meme ( accepting asks ! )

tea or coffee? how do they take it? answered here.

what’s their living space like? it’s arundel castle. grand, probably haunted ancestral home kept tidy by more workers than the duchess of norfolk could hope to put name to. host of many more parties than the prime minister of the united kingdom would like. 

a random fact about her. her karaoke song is ‘sound of the underground’ by the spice girls.

what helps them relax after a long day? some decent sex, even if amber doesn’t really have ‘long days.’

[duchessnorfolk]

ø♀

text meme ( accepting asks! )

ø ♀ — for a late night text / a heartbreaking text

[text] you know i’ve been thinking about how unfair to you it is that your husband’s away so much. like... you deserve all the attention in the world because you’re you yknow? or maybe i’m making no sense because it’s almost 6am, i haven’t slept and i’m drunk and sad, but i like. 

[text] want you to know that you’re absolutely that bitch and you deserve to be loved properly. not that i know much about you and hank but. yeah. i’m just feeling fucking sentimental (sorry) because i’ve really been put out of sorts by realising i probably can’t be loved / love someone right but yeah.

[text] what i’m saying is you’re great and i didn’t mean for it to get this long. hope you’re doing great and i miss you xx

[duchessnorfolk]

%

text meme ( accepting asks! )

% — for a curious text. for milo! 

[text] hey. that model friend of yours i slept with, do you remember his name? he was hot and i’m not feeling so hot

[text] if you can help me out i’ll give you duncan’s number

[duchessnorfolk]

☕💤🕕🔎

all these little things meme ( accepting asks! )

tea or coffee? how do they take it? tea, come on now. she’s british, not a heathen. she drinks it with little enough milk that it doesn’t look like what she’d call ‘piss-water’ ( the fellow brits know what she means, when it’s barely tea at all ) and enough sugar to taste it but not so much that she might as well just be gulping caramel. does that make sense?

is she an early riser or a late sleeper? a late sleeper, but that’s often because she goes to bed as the sun rises. big mood, amber. however, she also can just be incredibly lazy. it’s the benefits of being rich enough to never have to do a real job.

what’s the longest time she’s stayed awake for? eight days. she decided it’d be fun to try and see what happened to the russian sleep experiment people, and enlisted a couple of her friends to help. eventually, though, they just all hit the floor.

a random fact about her. she can play one song on the violin, and it doesn’t even really make sense that she doesn’t know how to play anything else. it’s just... amber, okay? it’s ‘fairytale’ by alexander rybak.

[duchessnorfolk]

⁇ $ ✿ %

text meme ( accepting asks ! )

⁇ — for a drunk text.

[text] daivd tk my phoen but i gto it bcak whiile h go t bahtroom!!!

[text] juts wana say i m so so os so sory yuo gt dargged in2 thsi

[text] i <3 u :(

$ — for an accidental text.

[text] really appreciate you keeping that outta the fuckin way dude i was TOASTED.

[text] shit that wasn’t for you but BOY LEMME TELL YOU HOW FUCKED I WAS

✿ — for a suggestive text.

[text] i’m bored :( got time for play or is it all work for you these days?

% — for a curious text.

[text] yo you wouldn’t happen to be able to hook me up with the hot midfielder from the french women’s national team would you

[duchessnorfolk]

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

text meme ( accepting asks! )

[text] wait, british babes?

[text] you count me as among the important ones? i’m so touched oh my god the queen has deemed me worthy and no one can ever bring me down again...

[text] especially not the prime minister but we’ll catch you up on that later xo

[duchessnorfolk]

the westing game

book / movie asks ( accepting asks ! ) — the westing game: if you died now, what would you want to happen to your possessions?

cc: @braniacphoebe

“museum. duh. or just to go anywhere but to my dumbass cousin. the male one, not phoebe. pheebs is a neuro-surgeon and she’s actually very smart, as you can tell by the fact she’s a neuro-surgeon.”