✦*.･ﾟ just my soul responding to the heavy heart i hold

oh, and i wanna be here when morning comes, when the stars in the sky fade into one; but every day, i found new ways to hurt you. it's just my soul responding to the heavy heart i'm holding.

[ericprothero-blog]

“But offence to us male harlots, right? I’m quite sure Declan qualifies as a slut,” he quipped. “You wound me, Dais. My girlfriend and I have already lasted a year, in fact. Well, not yet; but I’m committed now, I swear.” Eric snickered at Daisy’s denial. “Just heard of it. Alright, I get it. If you were starvin’ and he was the last piece of food in the world, you’d choose to die, etcetera. Well, what have you been up to, apart from ‘hating’ Mr Shaw?” 

[ericprothero-blog]

Cleo’s reaction to the picture made a cautious, tight smile appear on Eric’s countenance. With a wider one, he turned to Gwyni again and repeated Cleo’s “I miss you”. (He would’ve said her parents both missed her, but they weren’t a... team, not anymore.) The happy expression dropped slightly as he noticed how tired Cleo’s cousin looked, feeling sympathy for her. He thought ruefully about how he would trade this line of work to be in her place, even if it meant constant exhaustion as well. “When am I going there?” he echoed in English, to ascertain that he’d interpreted the question correctly. “I don’t know. I don’t think any of us knows... but, uh, Cleo might have a different answer.” He didn’t want to speak for Cleo, but that was the reality, wasn’t it? His own mother never knew things like this for sure.

[ericprothero-blog]

Eric tried not to tear up at the sight of Gwyneira as well. He was overwhelmed by emotion and love for their adorable little girl. “Hi,” he greeted her with a jubilant smile and a wave, before reaching out slightly and “accepting” the stuffed reindeer. “Thank you so much for the gift. I love it.” He pretended to snuggle against “the reindeer”, which elicited a delightful giggle from Gwyni. (The reindeer was, of course, still in fact held in the infant’s arms; but it apparently made sense to her little-baby logic.) “How... how’s Gwyni been?” he asked Cleo’s cousin. He repeated the question in Spanish just in case, restraining the sense of urgency he felt. The rational side of him could discern how much they all loved Gwyni and wanted her to live as happily as possible, but he needed to know what was happening in his daughter’s life, even in bits and pieces. As the adults talked to each other, Gwyneira picked up a notebook from their table.

He wondered how much information the cousin would provide, especially because Cleo was listening next to him. Her cousin’s response was quickly interrupted, however. It turned out that Gwyni was looking for something, which she found with speed: a photograph of Cleo and Eric during their camp days, during a party in which he’d drunkenly but sincerely told Cleo she was a wonderful person. (God, they looked so happy and in love....) “Mi papá, Eric,” the two-year-old valiantly attempted to say. His name sounded more like “Erwick”, but hearing her attempt to get it right — plucky, like Cleo — made it even more difficult not to cry. He was concerned with how Cleo would react to the turn of events, but couldn’t help answering before facing Cleo: “I love you, my daughter.” He wondered if she was aware of what those words meant at this point of her life.

[ericprothero-blog]

“Oh, I hear ya,” Eric replied, slipping into his cover persona of foolhardy skirt-chaser. (That it wasn’t completely a mere act helped, although he was actually better at controlling his impulses now; that was for certain.) “I mean, sorry, Dais, but how is that a bad thing?” He caught himself and gave a little cough, adding with enunciation, “Of course, the only lady I pay attention to is my girlfriend.” Then, he teased, “But you’re unattached, ain’t you, my friend? Or were the rumours of this Declan Shaw guy gettin’ you knocked up true?”

[steeledrose-blog]

she fell into the booth with a huff and pulled her purse off her shoulder and threw it down onto the empty seat beside her. “sorry.” she breathed out to the stranger sitting across from her, though her gaze was on the entrance of the coffee shop, looking for the spot of dyed, white-blond hair that had been harassing her since she’d gotten out of work. it took a few seconds of searching before she finally felt able to relax a bit and turn back to the other. “someone was following me and I hoped it would deter him if I had company. might I stay here a few more minutes to be sure he’s gone?”

[ericprothero-blog]

eric pulled down the hood of his jacket (it had been raining outside earlier), turning curiously at the voice. “oh, ‘course, stranger.” his instinct was to lighten the mood with facetious comments; but this was quite a serious predicament, with the added detail of her being a royal endeavoring to disguise herself from sometimes-violent opposition. “do you want me to take care of him?” ‘and if so, how?’ the inquiry went on. although unspoken, he trusted that she knew what he was really asking. he was armed with weapons.

[ericprothero-blog]

Eric had to suppress the first scathing response that occurred to him (“If I were into small dicks, I’d have wanted to give the Prince of Sweden fellatio”). The agent reminded himself that, despite his irritability and various issues he had with his puerile and insufferable friend, he was here to double-check that Anton wasn’t bound to sass himself to literal death anytime soon. (He sympathized with Daisy very much. She didn’t request that he do this, sure, but he was operating under the goodness of his heart. Really.) “Hmm. Interesting sales strategy, buddy. I suggest you dial it down, though, ‘cause even Australian vendors shouldn’t be that outgoing until after a second dinner-date at least. Any other sparkling pitches, my friend?” 

[ericprothero-blog]

“Australia’s only spent the past million years or so griping about Arnott’s Shapes biscuits not tasting the way they used to. I don’t see why we couldn’t possibly stick to whining about that,” quipped Eric. “New experience for you?” He had more than an inkling as to his own question’s answer; but, given that he was an undercover agent.... In a friendly and nonchalant manner, he asked, “Where ya from?”

[ericprothero-blog]

ok fck my sleep schedule's messed up but i think TOMORROW i can do replies fr pls pray i can sleep tf tonight help

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[ericprothero-blog]

“Yes, I know. It’s protocol.” In many other circumstances, the statement would be delivered briskly, an indicator of his impatience. A disarray of negative emotions was brewing within him — frustration at her not giving him a chance to change; confusion; regret, an urge to apologize, because he knew he'd been reckless and hadn’t been blameless. None of those, however, tainted his voice. He suppressed his deeper feelings, like she did, keeping his tone formal and polite. Seeing her now, he couldn’t bring himself to try to start any confrontation. “I am indeed ready,” he responded in proficient Spanish. He’d taken an interest in Iberian tongues before he met Cleo or heard of her relative in Spain, but him striving to refine it was certainly the influence of their presence in his life.

He looked at her expectantly. It had been long since she was so near. As he waited for her to set the call up, he couldn’t help the realization that he would liked very much to be able to kiss her again, and for whatever they had to gain continuance, even if it remained indefinite. But it wasn’t the setting or time for such thoughts; he shifted his eyes to the laptop, hoping they had not been too evident.

[ericprothero-blog]

“I don’t understand how anyone could say anything negative about here,” Eric remarked, shaking his head with a credible impression of a long-time resident's disbelief. It was a coded message aimed mostly at the more palpably unhappy nobles, but it seemed to him that everybody in the program was starting to losing their minds already, even though they hadn’t been here for long. (Including Eric, but that’s beside the point.) “Call it patriotic fervour, but our summer begins 1st December. Christmas parties are tropical. Valentine’s Day is set in summer. That's fun they don't have in the rest of the globe.”

[ericprothero-blog]

Eric waited for Cleo to arrive at their meeting place. He could hardly contain his excitement at the prospect of seeing and communicating with their daughter again; whenever he wasn’t keeping an eye out for Cleo, he was perusing his Spanish book, making an effort to polish his fluency in the languages Gwyneira’s maternal family spoke. He loved Gwyni and would tell her that, no doubt. Cleo was a different matter. Eric didn’t know how he felt about her at present (He hasn’t fallen out of love), but that wasn’t why they were here... was it? He just hoped she would come as they planned, rather than keeping their daughter away from him again (even if it was through Skype form).

@agentcleoarch

[antcns-blog]

Anton was barely into the third night of his concessions stand gig, but from the tenseness in his shoulders, he was already seconds away from completely flipping out on it. He was the fucking  Crown Prince of Sweden ( !! ) , he thought. Selling candy to spoiled toddlers and popping popcorn for sleazy men to shove their dicks in was far beneath him. As he was about to slip out back to hit up another joint ( his second one in three hours – he was that stressed ), he caught glimpse of a person’s silhouette nearing the counter. With a heavy sigh, he tried to keep his voice in an even monotone. The unauthorized break would have to wait. “What can I get you?”

[ericprothero-blog]

“What can you get me?” Eric repeated, feigning a thoughtful state. “I don’t know. All the options seem quite good. Could you describe and compare each of them?” With a false innocent smile of appreciation, he exclaimed, “By the way, I do love how enthusiastic, convivial, and cooperative all the vendors are in Australia.”

[ericprothero-blog]

( CISMALE, HE/HIM ) — ERIC PROTHERO is a 28 year old agent of the Royal Protection Program and was tasked to protect MAGDALENA ELIŻBIETA JANOWSKI/SASHA BELL. HE is often confused with TARON EGERTON and known to be TEMPERAMENTAL and RIGOROUS.

hello everyone i can’t wait to rp with u all! i’m newton, she/her, gmt+8. i’m stressed about taron egerton’s beautiful face. this is gonna be a ramblin mess i’m sorry but anyway

eric prothero was born in wales to a woman who was in a line of work similar to ? the job he has now, i.e. Being An Agent. he admired his mother and considered her a hero like those in hollywood blockbusters. his parents were happily married, never scarce on praise and love for their golden boy.

he was a superb student. not a painstaking kiss-ass, but he had an aptitude for many subjects. he’s intelligent. languages and physical things like handling guns are some of his areas of expertise. he was also enthusiastic, looking forward to a future in which he excelled at agent training or whatevs

he didn’t have anything to complain about for most of his life!!! that’s why he was easygoing and ebullient from childhood to early adolescence; his life was perfect. but then ??? he started Agent Training and learned the painful way that the job entails a number of traumatic experiences. he learned that putting down baddies isn’t quite as fun as it seems in movies, even when the criminals deserve it or worse. he learned that pulling the trigger on people or even just wounding them is ??? it kinda has a toll on your psyche & all

his behavior grew more unstable and hedonistic, but he made it through a few years of academy. around the time tho his mother died while on duty? and he just ??? the person he did this for, now gone. and his father left eric to his aunt when eric’s mother died, no longer able to handle this sort of life, so. both of his proud parents are no longer here

(incidentally his father used to be a kinda well-known actor who also did underground porn not porn, just artistically erotic indie films and eric finds that hilarious esp because he found out when someone remarked that he reminded them of Some Actor. now that his father’s estranged tho he hates it whenever people bring up their resemblance, even though to be fair it’s still funny to him)

as a consequence, he partied more and focused on education less. he was just desperate to feel happy again. on the surface, he had the same effervescence, he’d always been charming and aware of his handsomeness (sidenote i’m stressed about taron egerton’s jawline). but there was like ? a dark, self-destructive energy to him ifgidfm idk if that makes sense. during this phase, he went to training camp (what does he have to live for at this point? might as well devote his life to his career, he figured) and met agent cleo archambaud. they fell in love, but they were both immature and sorta troubled so they uh! had an accident as in he got her pregnant.

their daughter is named Gwyneira Trini (which u can abbreviate to Gwyni) and he LOVES the kid so much. he seriously contemplated abandoning his flourishing career as an agent all for his child, but it turns out cleo had to run away with gwyneira in tow and whoops he’s heartbroken

he’s accepted now that having to sacrifice personal stuff for The Greater Good is a Necessary Evil but that doesn’t mean he’s less depressed kgmksfm

he resents royals who behave riskily

like, he feels they’re giving no consideration to the price agents have to pay just so these monarch d*mbasses stay alive!!! (i know not every royal is actually a d*mbass hes just frustrated)

overall, he pretends to be the same blithe spirit as he was before (for his job’s sake), but in reality his capacity for patience has dwindled

he’s not violent, but if you test his patience enough, expect passive-aggressive insults or something petty

it’s easy to get on his nerves these days ofdmgofm like if he ever got kidnapped (he probably has) when he wakes up he’d tell his captors to “[bleep] shove those [bleep] [bleep] up your [prolonged bleep]” even if these captors were holding bazookas

he’s pure at heart tho! and he’s a talented agent, precise in shooting and precise in everything yea. sorry for rambling

[niconiconiko]

never stop being a good person because of bad people

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[thelovejournals]

I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via thelovejournals)