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BLOG REBOOT !! BLOG REBOOT !!
you can now find this beautiful gentleman right over here ! same URL, shiny new theme, shiny new everything, clear lack of icons but working on that.
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Send me ‘Try’ and a character and I will write how I would play that character
⚜ ( my lecturer looks and occasionally sounds like Michael Caine. that unfortunately doesn’t make the subject any more interesting ).
“I represent all of the sins you’ve never had the courage to commit.”
-Oscar Wilde (via persephonierose)
(902):
New rule : you aren’t allowed anything . Ever .
TO SPREAD POSITIVITY.
;; I challenge all of you to send me URLs! Send me URLs of your Tumblr crushes, your best friends, strangers you like to see on your dash. Send me any URL you want, and I’ll talk about the things I like about them and their blog. You can do this on or off anon, it makes no difference, just send me URLs you want me to praise. just put ‘positivity’ in the beginning of the ask and I’ll know what to do.
⚜ ( shadowhunter trailer. and Alec actually looks like a teenager for a change. I’m amazed ).
Heads Up!
⚜ ( I won’t be around much this weekend due to terrible real life obligations, such as shopping, drinking plenty of pints at the pub, visiting my favourite dinosaurs at my favourite museum with my favourite café, and going to see Pan at the movies, as well as a film simply called “He’s Back” that’s about Hitler waking up after 70 years, now in the 21st century, and finding that his Germany has changed quite a bit. this is the kind of humor Germans enjoy. so I’ll be very much looking forward to that.
lectures start again on Monday, so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to write up replies but Tuesday should be a good, safe day for replies again! sorry guys, bear with me please! ).
⚜ ( is it cheating to comfortably sit on the fact that POTC is Disney? I have (had) too many Marvel muses to know that that fandom is absolutely no fun anymore, but... James Norrington... I mean... or Hades... or Flynn Rider... ).
⚜ ( I’ve reached that weird point in the RP life where I feel like making a muse from a fandom I’ve never roleplayed in before but I have no clue what fandom to pick and there definitely are way too many. Would one go for Disney? Pirates of the Caribbean? Harry Potter? Anything but Marvel? Besides I shouldn’t even be thinking about it at all? -forever sighs into the abyss- ).
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Both of their minds had wandered to the same individual for but a moment – her husband and his friend. It was a rather low blow they were both dealing him, the worst kind of betrayal – only if it was ever found out about their dalliance.
Yet, it was hard to push him from her mind completely when she felt the odd sensation of déjà vu as the wine glasses tumbled from the desk. The shattering sound seemed miles away from them as her fingers dove within his dark locks, her other hand bracing herself against the fine wood. She was not an innocent maid; she cared little for sweet kisses and tender lovemaking. She found her desire in lustful intentions – experience was far more entertaining and pleasureful than innocence ever was.
She couldn’t stop the gasp from slipping from her lips as cool air and sudden kisses to her exposed neck shocked her into reality. If she needed anything to draw her out from her memories and into the present it was that fluid movement. Her chest heaved against her bodice as she tilted her neck away from his onslaught of kisses, exposing as much flesh to him as possible. Fingers curled around his dark locks, offering slight tugs in pleasure when he hit a sweet spot with his lips.
She had always had a rule of not mixing business with pleasure – there are always exceptions to every rule.
If such a rule had ever existed in Aramis’ book in the first place, then it had surely only been written to be broken again. What other purpose did rules hold after all? With Athos banished from his mind entirely -- only a small part remaining that silently wondered whether she’s had as much joy with the clumsy, inexperienced farmboy from Gascony back in the day -- he made short work of the bodice as well; strings coming loose under way too skilled fingers in no time, and the restraining nuisance toppled to the ground, soon followed by the heavy fabrics of her dress. The chemise, he believed, was the most exciting part of a woman’s wardrobe after all.
While his lips found her’s again, peppered kisses in between nips and bites, a hand slowly made it’s way up her thigh, now no longer hindered by thick and bulky garments. The trail of his fingers almost too slow -- not hesitant, but teasing, the way he pushed her chemise up the higher his hand went.
A finely sculpted brow perked at the remark – how she wished she could take a glance at that letter, but a broken seal meant broken trust. She had no reason to respond, she was quite capable of dealing with petty backlash – she had dealt with far greater challenges than catty women.
Still, he was acting on his own behalf; there was little doubt in her mind that his former companions had any idea as to what he was up to. They may have suspected some wrong doings within the Queen’s household or held their own misgivings towards the new confidant of the Queen but there was little they could do in the matter. This play by Aramis on the other hand – was perfect.
Her hand rose to his bicep, curling around gently to hold her close – the sudden closeness had taken her off her guard. There was no denying the allure of him, the lust that was clouding both their minds – how they had denied it this long was astounding. Rouged lips ticked upwards in a charming smile as she held his dark gaze.
She had such an imagination – what if – even if it had been two years ago, five years ago, or ten years ago? What would their lives have been like? Would he have fallen for the sweet allure of innocent Anne or was he simply charmed by the seductress Milady?
A small laugh escaped her lips as her lips hovered over his, barely enough space for air to slip between. “Well, it’s a good thing you have a night to find out.” With that, she had sealed both their fates, whatever it held, tonight was theirs alone. A kiss, passionate, longing, driven by the lust shared between them – his farewell present, the one regret he might ever have.
A single thought briefly wandered to Athos. Political betrayal was one thing -- this however felt much more personal, more insulting and hurtful on a deeper level. And though he had cherished this friendship more than anything, he found no doubt in himself, no mercy, no remorse. Had Athos not been the one that had so easily exchanged him for d’Artagnan? This time tomorrow he would swear an oath on the Holy Bible. One of chastity and purity; one he did not intend to keep, but god didn’t need to know that just yet. One last night of bliss surely was allowed to him, wasn’t it?
The kiss alone sufficed to tell him that he would not regret this. Another lesson learned at worst, a night of fun and passion at best -- and with the fire between them, the grip on his arm and the almost rough fashion in which he shoved her back against the desk, he had no doubt about it. Papers and ink clattered to the ground, followed by the pouch with her reward, and the filled cups of wine, and Aramis cared very little the moment he had her sitting on the surface again. He had no patience for the sweet kind of lovemaking right now. They might get to that later that night.
For now, he hooked two fingers beneath the choker on her neck and one forceful jolt ripped the dreaded fabric from her skin, making room for his lips. There was that perfume scent again, a sweet taste on her while he kissed and nipped a trail down her neck -- fingers already working on the tight strings of her bodice.
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