Lady Jacqueline Theodora Manners. 20 years of age. Daughter of the Duke and Duchess of Rutland. Sister to Lady Josephine Manners. “I am not eccentric. It’s just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of catfish.”
It takes a great deal of what little strength she had left to watch Jacqueline, the little enthusiasm she showed before slowly ebbing away. She adored her sister and the things she had to say, that was no mystery, but for once Josephine could not distract herself. “And I am sure he shall appreciate some adventure in his life. You must be safe as well, if you see a crocodile, swim the other way as swiftly as you can.” Despite the good humor, he voice was distant. “Yes. Most people find it extremely difficult to decipher, that is true, however most people lack years of experience with your hieroglyphics.”
Josephine could not remember a time she was not reticent. She had a particular preference for aiding others with whatever challenge they had no choice but to over come. Her throat felt dry and she struggled to reply. Briefly, all she can do is nod or shake her head. “You flatter me, Jacqueline.” She says meekly. “Do I still care for him?” She echoes Jacqueline’s question as if a definite answer would follow after. “Perhaps… Perhaps if he had returned a few years later I would have a more definite answer. I cannot tell whether or not what I felt had been initial shock or…Something else entirely.” Josephine didn’t want to to say it. She didn’t feel ready. She had to be certain. The woman refused to allow her never ending list of woes to increase. When she swore off love, past ones counted as well. Didn’t they? “It is not… I believe these melancholic feelings shall pass. I-I need to rest. That is it. Rest. Besides, it is my duty to worry about you.” Holding back a shaky sob, Josephine swallows.
Even in the darkness of the carriage, Jacqueline could feel her sister’s anguish. It was palpable, and she felt her heart ache with rage. It was simply not fair, that Josephine - brave, gentle, kind Josephine - had to suffer this pain. She opened her mouth to speak, wanting to say so much, wanting to say the right thing, wanting to say “I would gladly take your pain,” or “Please, I can’t bear to see you like this,” or “Why, dearest sister, did it have to be you?” But, for once in her life, Jacqueline cannot find the words. So instead she feigns outrage, “My penmanship is hardly that terrible! I might not bring you along with me to Australia after all then, Josie!”
Jacqueline swallows, but her mouth still felt dry, and then she realizes how tired she was, how tired Josephine must feel. Reaching out, she grasped her sister’s hand and squeezed tightly, trying to place all the love she felt into that touch. “You do not have to say anything, I just --- I just want to know that how you feel, so I can help. And what? I cannot worry about you simply because I am the youngest?” If it was Josephine’s duty to worry about Jacqueline than it was Jacqueline’s privilege to care about her sister.
She let a pause come between them, “Shall I tell you the wine story, if you still want to hear it?”
“My sentiments exactly!” she piped. She liked this girl. She seemed so spirited if not a tad unruly but that can be quelled with age. She should know. Clarice was once like that.
“Ah, that explains it. They did seem close,” she replied, introspectively. “Such a splendid man he is that Mr. Devonshire. He and my husband have worked quite closely the past few years. Although, the fete was the first time we had ever spoken to each other.” Clarice brighten at the thought of Byron. The couple’s relationship is slightly peculiar but they do try to make the best of it. “Another round around the park, Lady Jacqueline? She asked, nodding towards the horses.
“They have been good friends for a very long time,” she laughed. “Mr. Devonshire is. A good man that is.” Not that she would ever admit that to Felix. Jacqueline watched Lady Clarice’s eyes brighten at the mention of her husband, her smile confusing the young lady. Where she and her lord husband in love? The very thought of a loving marriage seemed impossible to her, rather contradictory. Would she ever find that? Jacqueline wondered, her heart thudding softly inside her chest. “What have he and your husband done? I am rather curious about the sciences,” she admitted. Jacqueline felt certain she could trust Lady Clarice not to laugh at her. “The stars have most recently captured my interests.”
“Another round?” She repeated, “Why yes! I would love that very much!”
“Grey is the most depressing of the colors.” Rohan agreed. He stepped a bit closer to look at the earring, then gave a smile. “It is lovely. And I believe I am finished if you are.”
“Is it not? It is the color of London’s sky, after all,” she nodded. Rubbing the earrings between her fingers, she nodded up, meeting his smile. “Then I suppose we are finished here?”
“The one and only,” Cynthia quipped, hands reaching out to steady her friend, though she pulled them back when Jacqueline caught her balance once more. “Oh, you do not have to worry, for I am not as fragile as I seem—or so I like to think,” she replied with an airy laugh, waving a dismissive hand. “That is quite true. I do wonder what do you think about so often, you know. Imagine the ideas swirling in that mind of yours.”
“I was so excited to leave the house that I forgot to tell you, I do apologize. It is so terribly boring being cooped up in there sometimes, but it is quite the pleasant surprise to run into you! We shall, yes, and did you go into that shop down the street yet? The trinkets in the windows are awfully pretty.”
“Of course! I feel like such a fool for not recognizing the Great Cynthia before!” She teased, nodding thankfully at her friend for helping her regain her balance. “Oi! The Inner Workings of the Mind of Lady Jacqueline T. Manners - a Novel by The Lady. The title is quite long, I shall admit, but it will give you the look you so wonder about.”
“Oh, it is no problem dear! I have not had the opportunity to talk to you since our little misadventure at the fete. No, I fear I have not. Shall we take a gander there, and then perhaps to the bookstore?”
Cut for length. (ooc: peyton, I hope you realize the pain)
Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave
It happens often enough to make Jacqueline’s breath catch. A conversation with her husband about a piece of music: “Josephine loves that piece.” She has to remember to say loved. A whisper between folded fans at a ball, whispers about the eternally eccentric Lady Jacqueline causing her to turn her head leftwards, expecting her sister’s beautiful face, a warning smile tugging on her lips. Her eyes meet a wall, and her brown eyes fall. Her daughter crawling her bed during a storm; Jacqueline holding her child like how Josephine used to hold her many a-night, many a-time, letting her little sister bury her head in her shoulder when the thunder boomed.
“Mamma, where did Aunt Josephine go?” Little Jo asks, holding on to her mother’s hand tightly, a grey stone mark commemorating the life of an angel. It was so brutally unfair, Jacqueline thought. Josephine, so beautiful, so young, so unfailingly kind, dead. Dead, gone, and never to return. “Mamma, I know she’s in the stone, but where did she really go?”
“A good place,” Jacqueline tells her daughter with more conviction than she really felt, the sadness rushing over her like a tidal wave. “A very good place - what do you remember about your aunt?” It was a curious question, but Jacqueline had to know that her sister’s legacy was not stone. She had to know that it was as beautiful as the woman who used to be alive.
“I remember that she was very pretty,” Little Jo nodded. “Aunt Josephine and Uncle Felix talked about flowers often, and she used to rock me on her knee and tell me about what the both of you used to do as children. They were very pretty stories…Aunt Josephine was very wise, and very lovely.” Jacqueline’s breath caught, and maybe she could make peace with death after all.
Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours or vice versa
Jacqueline Manners enjoyed art very much, although she was perhaps the only person in the whole of England that could interpret her works. Josephine tried, and that was enough to make her belief that she was doing something well enough. She often managed to get her sister to sit down for a portrait - a portrait where her sister’s hair was indistinguishable from a caterpillar - but it was a rare circumstance when Josephine got Jacqueline to sit still long enough for even a sketch.
“Darling, you know I adore you, but could you please attempt to hold the pose?” That was about as harsh as Josephine could get with her sister, whose long brown curls dangled in loose, untamable spirals, pinned back only with a makeshift laurel wreath Josephine had made earlier. Her sister was supposed to be reaching upwards, a tambourine in her hands, as Jacqueline looked straight at her with a smirk. Her sister’s gangly arms were wobbling, and soon Jacqui had given up entirely on even attempting to attempt to the pose. “Sister, could you please?”
Her heart caught in her throat, eyes shifting from the tambourine she was tapping restlessly to her sister. Her very pretty sister, just shy and ten-and-eight. Jackie had just recently turned three-and-ten, knees almost permanently bruised, her features not yet grown into. She was so wild, yet without the beauty of the bloom she hoped she would grow into. It would be so easy to despise her sister - whose only perceptible imperfection seemed to be that she was so sad, an air of melancholy made even more despicable by her sister’s attempts to hide her sorrow. Josephine was too good a person, and the moon to Jacqueline’s vibrant, burning sun. Jacqueline loved her too much to ever contemplate hating her sister.
“I am trying, sister!” She called out, limbs framing themselves in the desire pose. And seeing her sister smile made the painful effort worth it.
Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.
Her nine-and-tenth birthday was approaching - the August days grew more and more sweltering, the party being held on the date of her birth, the twenty-sixth as it were, was predicted to be the hottest day of the year. In later years, the Duke and Duchess would later claim that the day’s heat formed their daughter’s actions.
Josephine stood still, standing behind her sister, during the day - the moon being overtaken by the sun during the day. Dressed in pale blue muslin that matched her pale blue eyes, she was something like a moonbeam plucked from the sky and made into a woman. She looked quite pretty today, prettier than Jacqueline thought she could ever look. Apparently, several other gentlemen had thought so — one Lord Wellington, a bright young lad and eight-and-ten, whose eyes seemed earnest enough and whose manners seemed genteel enough that when he asked her sister to dance that Jacqueline attempted to suspend her disbelief.
“And so the moon manages to outshine the sun, even on the sun’s special day,” she teased. Josephine eyed her sister with something akin to annoyance.
“Hush, Jacqui. Lord Wellington is simply being polite.”
“Nonsense, Josie. He has been paying you particular attentions tonight,” she grinned brightly; that could perhaps be the greatest gift anyone could ever give Jacqueline: her sister’s happiness. “Look yonder! Wellington comes our way now.”
Lord Wellington asked Josephine to dance the next dance - a quadrille. A very appropriate dance, and Jacqueline would have believed her sister was enjoying herself if she did not know her so well. Her smile, demure, gentle, delicate, filled with well meaning artifice. Somehow Jacqueline knew what Josephine would later say, that that wicked Salvatore D’Ambrosio had her heart, and that it was too later for her to try again. But yet her and Wellington danced the quadrille.
Behind her shoulder, Jacqueline heard small snickers. “What a pretty little whore! Pretending to be as chaste as the virgin when we all know she is just a bit of muslin who lost her virtue a damned Italian!” No one had heard.
Marching over in great long strides, she turned to the blackguard’s who dared to insult her sister in her presence. “Pardon me sirs, I feel I have neglected to make you welcome at my gathering. Will you permit me to make amends?” The young gentlemen nodded, eyes flickering with base amusement. Jacqueline took a step forward, and punched the great cad right in the nose.
» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours
How could this day have come? And come so quickly? Jacqueline had no idea. Dressed in white, a bouquet of white roses laying on her bed, a carriage waiting to take her to the church - Jacqueline Theodora Manners was to be married. The very thought made her afraid - of course she loved her groom, loved him, or else she would have never dared to accept his proposal - but -
“Josephine — I am not ready.” Her sister smoothed down the slight wrinkle in her sister’s dress, voice as soft and reassuring as ever.
“Darling Jacqui, you are. You love him, do you not?”
“Of course I do!” Jacqueline answered hotly, color rising to her cheeks.
“Than you have nothing to fear.” Did you think the same about Salvatore D’Ambrosio? She wanted to ask. How could Josephine promise such a thing when she had known better than anyone love’s keen sting. Jacqueline did not need to say it - her silence spoke far more easily than her lips ever could.
“I am certain the Duchess and the Duke said the same on the eve of their wedding,” she said after another moment, the words biting.
“Never mind the Duke and the Duchess - listen to me Jacqueline Theodora Manning, you are not the Duchess. Nor is your groom the Duke. Your love will bloom eternally. Your vows will be kept. Your hearts will be constant.” Josephine sounded so sure, so sure.
“Josephine — I am ready.”
Sky & Solace: Our characters are stargazing + I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa.
“You know, sister it is usually I who track the stars,” Jacqueline observed, coming out onto the balcony where her sister stood. They would travel to London tomorrow, and the Season would begin. It would be Jacqueline’s second - no third time’s the charm would exist for her. She would have to find a husband, or else the Duke would choose one his youngest daughter. And yet, it was Josephine who stared out pensively at the stars in the evening chill that came with early Spring.
“You inspire me sister,” Josephine replied, but it was a sad sentiment. Something was on her mind. Stepping out onto the balcony, Jacqueline pointed out into the dark sky, towards a series of twinkling stars.
“That one over there is Cygnus. The swan,” Jacqueline said. “The swan in mythos represents….well, I do not quite recall, but hush. Do not tell Felix, he would be quite disappointed in me. But I do believe there was something about Zeus and a woman named Lela, and Helen of Troy?”
Josephine let out a low laugh, but it was genuine. The melancholy returned to her eyes, “Is it not sad that something so beautiful could becomes something so -” A single tear slipped down her cheek, and Jacqueline instantly knew what what was bothering her sister so, “ - so monstrous?”
“It is tragic, although I much prefer the story of Orion, another heavenly body. I actually remember this tale of woe: Orion was the lover of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. Yet Apollo disliked him, so one day he bade Orion to go swimming. Waiting until he was far enough that only his bobbing head was visible, he found his sister, the great huntress Artemis, and challenged her to hit a distant target. Loosing an arrow, the goddess killed her lover.”
“…Sister, that is quite frightening!”
“You miss the point Josephine - the love of Orion and Artemis may have been killed, but she hung him in the stars —-”
“And he forever haunts her in the night sky,” her sister concluded. Her words were not sad, rather characterized by the absence of happiness.
“No, he tries to haunt her. Tries to follow her, bow poised with Cupid’s arrow, but Artemis cannot be hurt by Orion anymore. What is done is done, and the stars cannot ever hurt the goddess of the moon.” She jutted her chin defiantly, willing her sister to be strong, to not be hurt by the past’s shadow.
“Oh Jacqui! You do have a way of lifting my spirits!” And that lifted Jacqueline’s worries about tomorrow as well.
“Where was I? Oh yes, the constellation over there is Ursa Minor…”
raisedhunter:
☠Send me one at your leisure and I will write a drabble based on what you send— Other prompts are always welcomed and encouraged if it’s not stated on this list.
Send any of these to me at your leisure and I will write it— Please be specific to who is going to be doing what.
Scream: My character has caused yours to scream out for some reason
Headache: How my character will take care of yours when they have a headache
Expecting: Our characters find out they are expecting a child together
Milkshake: Our characters will have to split a milkshake
Coffee: My character will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours
Mistletoe: Our characters will share a kiss under the mistletoe.
Graveyard: My character will visit your characters grave
Spectre: My character will be visited by your character’s ghost or vice versa
Bleed: My character will injure your character
Dream: My character will have a dream about your character
Letters: Our characters will write letters to one another.
Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.
Holiday: Our characters will spend a holiday together.
Apologize: My character will apologize to yours.
Busted: Your character will catch mine doing something they shouldn’t.
O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours.
O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours.
O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.
O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.
O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours.
O Titiana: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss. Specify.
O Oberon: I’ll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.
Regrets: I’ll write a drabble about my character having regrets about yours.
Heaven: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to heaven.
Hell: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to hell.
Purgatory: I’ll write a drabble about our characters going to purgatory.
Time: I’ll write a drabble about our characters doing to a different time/dimension. specify.
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Amuse Me: I will write a funny drabble about my character trying to cheer yours up.
Accept me: I will write a drabble about my character accepting yours or vice versa. /Or both to accept one another/
Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.
Befriend Me: I wil write a drabble about our characters meeting for the first time in an AU.
Call Me: I will write a drabble about my character asking for yours [be it at the brink of death/in a battlefield/knocking on the front door wounded, feel free to specify.]
Comfort Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character comforting yours- vise versa.
Drink Me: I will write a drabble about my character taking shots with yours.
Dominate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character dominating yours. Or vise versa.
Enamor Me: I will write a fluffy drabble about my character trying to woo yours [be it out of the blue/Valentines Day,feel free to specify.]
Embarrass Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saying or doing something embarrassing to himself or to your character.
Fight Me: I will write a drabble out my character fighting with/or against yours.
Forgive me: I will write a drabble about my character forgiving yours or vise versa.
Get Me: I will write a drabble about my character saving yours.
Humor Me: I’ll write a funny drabble about our characters.
Hustle Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters hustling.
Humiliate Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character doing something humiliating to yours.
Haunt Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours [as a ghost, watching from a distance, or otherwise, feel free to specify.]
Hunt with me: I’ll write a drabble about your character and mine on a hunt together.
Invite Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character asking your character to
Join Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving your character an offer [be it a proposal for an alliance, asking them to join them in an activity (you can get dirty if you want), feel free to specify.]
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
Mourn Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.
Nurse Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character healing yours.
Offer Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character giving yours a gift.
Paint Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character drawing a picture of yours [like one of your french girls~ be it painting them or drawing them, maybe offering a picture of them as a gift, feel free to specify.]
Quiet Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to calm yours down [be it from crying, from lashing out, feel free to specify.]
Remember Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character trying to get yours to remember them [be it from an accident, meeting them after years apart, feel free to specify.]
Raise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character resurrecting yours. Vise versa.
Reunite Me: I’ll write a drabble of our characters reuniting together.
Shag Me: I’ll write a dirty drabble about our characters. specify
Surprise Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character surprising yours. Vise versa.
Save Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character saving yours or vise versa.
Shoot Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character shooting yours or vise versa.
Tell Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character confessing something to yours [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]
Text me: I’ll write a drabble about my character texting yours or your character texting mine.
Trick Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character tricking your character.
Unbind Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character freeing mine, or the other way around, or something among the lines [be it freeing them from jail, from handcuffs, from a trap, from a curse, feel free to specify.]
Value Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character telling yours how they feel about them.
Wed Me: I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock [be it my character proposing to yours, or marrying yours, feel free to specify.]
X Me: I will write whatever it is that you wish, [specify.]
Yahoo Me: I’ll write a drabble about our characters celebrating something [feel free to specify.]
Zip Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around [this can also be used for shutting them up as well, but feel free to specify.]
Torture Me: I’ll write a drabble about your character torturing mine or vise versa.
Take Me: my character will kidnap yours
Leave Me: my character will leave your character behind.
Deny Me: my character will either deny your character’s advances or deny them a ’ happy ending’
Grope Me: my character will grope yours.
Lick Me: my character will lick yours in any specified place or manner.
Suck Me: my character will suck on any body part of your character
Tease Me: my character will tease yours, whether in a friendly or a sexual manner
Please Me: my character will do anything to please yours
Bite Me: my character will bite yours on any part of their body
Blindfold Me: my character will blindfold yours in order to have their fun
Meet Me: My character is meeting yours either for the first time or just causally.
Greet Me: My character will greet yours, either at the door, at work, or somewhere else.
Own me: My character owns your character.
Slap me: my character will slap yours. In the sexual manner, or of anger. specify.
Call Me: My character will call your character for whatever reason.
Hug Me: My character will hug yours. Either by surprise or for a specific reason.
Tickle Me: my character will tickle yours ruthlessly.
Kill — I’ll write a angst drabble of my character violently killing yours.
Love — I’ll write a drabble of my character admitting they love yours.
Lust — I’ll write a drabble of our characters making love together.
Date — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours out on a date.
Defend — I’ll write a drabble of my character protecting yours.
Fight — I’ll write a drabble of my character fighting with/against yours.
Death — I’ll write a drabble of my character with yours on their deathbed.
Mourn — I’ll write a drabble of my character mourning yours.
Pet — I’ll write a drabble of my character buying yours a pet. (specify what kind.)
Wash — I’ll write a drabble of our characters showering/bathing together.
Pool — I’ll write a drabble of our characters swimming together.
Beach — I’ll write a drabble of out characters at the beach together.
Sing — I’ll write a drabble of my character singing to yours.
Snow — I’ll write a drabble of our characters building a snowman together.
Game — I’ll write a drabble of my character playing videogames with yours.
Movie — I’ll write a drabble of our characters watching a movie together.
Shop — I’ll write a drabble of my character taking yours shopping.
Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.
Sleep — I’ll write a drabble of my character snuggling in bed with yours.
Kiss: I’ll write our characters sharing a kiss, it can be innocent or passionate.
Traumatic: I’ll write my or your characters going through a traumatic experience.
Murder: I’ll write my character killing yours or vice vesra.
Home: I’ll write our characters living together.
Holiday: I’ll write our characters celebrating a holiday together.
Prank: I’ll write our characters pulling pranks on each other.
Scars: I’ll write your character touching my character’s scars or vice versa
Sketching: I’ll write your character drawing mine or vice versa
Warmth: I’ll write our characters getting warm.
Solace: I’ll write my character comforting yours or vice versa
Drink: I’ll write our characters drinking together
Game: I’ll write our characters playing a game.
Love: I’ll write our character’s falling in love.
Death: I’ll write our character’s mourning over each other.
Hate: I’ll write our character’s hating each other.
Seduce: I’ll write my character trying to seduce yours or vice versa
Old: I’ll write our characters growing old together
Song: I’ll write our character’s singing or playing a musical instruments.
Child: I’ll write our characters raising a child.
Poem: I’ll write my character speaking a poem to yours or vice versa
Insane: I’ll write my character is insane inside asylum and yours is the doctor, vice versa
Trick: Your character and mine being sneaky together
Treat: Your character and mine being sweet to one another
Costume: Your character or mine, dressing up for the other
Candy Corn: Your character or mine being cheesy to the other
Treat Bag: My character sharing something with yours
Leaves: Your character or mine clearing the air about something.
Stars: Our characters under the stars together
Snow: Our characters in the cold together
Scarf: Your character or Mine borrowing/stealing clothes from the other
Hot Cocoa: Our characters enjoying a hot moment together.
Candles: Our characters enjoying a moment by candlelight
Gift: Your character or mine, surprising the other with a present
Bows: Your character or mine, dressing/undressing the other
Peppermint: Your character or mine, sharing a sweet secret with the other.
Give Me: my character will give yours a gift
Sleep: My character needs to stay at your character’s house for the night, or vise versa. Specify. (you can add any other special things that could happen!)
Drink: My character will call, text, or show up at your character’s house drunk. Specify which of the three.
Heal: My character will tend to your character’s wounds, or be at their side when they’re sick.
Confess: My character will speak their true feelings about your character. (or about a topic. you may choose.)
Death: My character’s reaction to your character dying.
Time: My character is running late! They are supposed to meet your character at ___________ (fill in the blank) or vise versa. Specify.
Protect: My character keeps yours safe from harm.
Kiss: My character kisses yours, or vise versa. Specify.
Dream: My character wakes up in the middle of the night because of a dream with your character in it.
Run!: My character is chasing your character (or vise versa) OR both characters are being chased by ___________ (fill in the blank).
Rivalry: I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.
Revenge: My character will get revenge on yours.
Jealousy: My character gets jealous over yours.
Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.
Candle: Our characters spending time together by candle light.
Hallucinations: My character will have hallucinations about your character.
Obsession: I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.
Thief: My/your character has stolen something from yours/mine and plans to escape with said item. (Be specific on who gets which role)
Healer: My/your character helping your/my character when they are hurt/sick. (Be specific on who gets which role, and whether the pain is physical, emotional, or just having to catch a fever)
Sky: Our characters are stargazing.
Seer: An event with our characters in the past or future.
Help: My character requests help from your character (be something silly or serious, you may decide.)
Gift: My character gives your character something special. Or vise versa. Specify.
I Do: I will write our characters as a married couple
Broken: I’ll write our characters breaking up or in an angsty scene.
Spell: I’ll write my character putting a spell on yours. Or being under a spell/curse.
« : memory from the past with your character
» : a future event my character would like to happen with them + yours [a daydream]
¿ : something my character would like to forget [specify in general or about yours]
☼ : A memory my character has with yours that they’ll never forget
Joke: My character pulling a prank on yours
School: How out chacrters live through a school day. Specify class if needed.
Song: My charcter singing a song to yours, or vice versa.
Gloves: How my charcter deals with news from yours, Specify
Snow flake: Our characters in the cold together.
Rain — I’ll write a fluffy drabble of our characters kissing in the rain.
Nightmare: I’ll write my character having a nightmare about yours, or vice versa.
Rivalry — I’ll write a drabble of our characters having a rivalry between each other.
Obsession — I’ll write a drabble about my character having an obsession with yours. Vise versa.
Proposal — My character proposes to your character. Vise versa.
Celebration — Our characters celebrate together. Or have a party.
Secret — My character tells your character a secret.
Promise — My character makes a promise to your character.
Pumpkin: Your character and mine doing some halloween decorating
“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
― Jane Austen, Pride And Prejudice A love letter to Jane Austen’s world of romance [listen]
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Giacinta cocked a brow. She couldn’t help the upturn of her lips and the taunting glint in her eyes. “Yes well, your apology is to be accepted I suppose.” She waved her hand in mock exasperation. “I suppose I can not only be blaming you for your clumsiness.” Giacinta said airily, smoothing down her skirts and straightening her hat.
“And don’t you be worrying. I’m sure my bags accepted your apologies as well.” Giacinta said with an equally saccharine smile.
Jacqueline caught the gleam in her eyes, flicking hers up to meet the woman’s, a similar taunting defiance in them - the irritation palpable in her iris’s at odds with the saccharine quality of her smile. “I am very glad my lady has chosen to forgive me, and I her,” she said insouciantly, brushing a curl from her face.
“You have exceptional taste, it would be quite a pity to see any of your new purchases drenched in mud before one got the opportunity to wear them to the next party or what not,” Jacqueline enunciated a little forcefully, eying the woman curiously. Her dress was actually fashionable, and it would be a pity if her new things were ruined, Jacqueline’s appreciation for fashion acting in contrast to her vexation with the woman.
“Of course,” Jacqueline said, matching her expression, stepping aside to let the woman and her lady’s maid pass.
“It is, isn’t it?” Clarice said as she brushed her horse’s mane. “I have, as all noble ladies are taught. I was schooled by my father’s own horse trainer.” She stated. “And let me tell you this, I ended up with more bruises than I could ever imagine.” She laughed, reminiscing about her childhood and her family’s properly, how she would enjoy the cold breezes and the smell of magnolias.
She bowed her head towards the lady, “Lady Clarice Bellamy, Countess of Rosebury. I’m so very pleased to meet your acquaintance. And yes, yes I was at the party. I briefly saw your sister there speaking to Mr. Devonshire. They looked to have been preoccupied in a deep conversation.”
“As was I,” Jacqueline laughed, “In both respects of the situation. Who knew riding a horse could cause such bruising?” She loved riding more than she could ever express with words - it was freedom, and happiness, and simplicity. Her skill with riding, perhaps, increased her joy tenfold - it was rare that she was good at something, much less great.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance as well, Lady Clarice. Oh you mean Fe -- Mr. Devonshire - recently returned from Australia, red hair? My sister and the man in question have been good friends for many years. I would not be surprised if their conversation was both deep and odd; I suppose such conversations are a symptom of knowing someone for a long time?” She asked, tapping her chin thoughtfully. “Oh yes! I recognize you now; Mr. Devonshire has spoken of your husband highly.”
Rohan smiled. “I always liked those colors as well. With so many in competition, it is hard to pick a favorite.” He agreed, then glanced around the shop as well. “I am sure she will. Have you seen anything that you like?”
“It is,” she agreed, “Although I quite despise grey for reason. It seems so dour.” Jacqueline held up a small coral earring, “I actually have - to match the gift from my sister. Would like to look around more?”
“I like green. And yourself?” He asked curiously, poking through a collection of fabrics. He glanced up at her words, wandering to where the lockets were. “They are pretty.” He agreed, rubbing a thumb over one until silver shone through the dust. “I rather like this one, what do you think?”
“Green’s pretty,” she agreed, peering up at him from behind another rack of fabric, “But I have always preferred red. And yellow. And orange. It is rather hard to pick a favorite.” Jacqueline peered closer, looking at the locket Mr. Kentworth had selected, “It is very pretty - I do belief your mother will be quite enchanted.”
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