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❛ alexander, MY LOVE, please just leave it be. ❜ her voice was much more WEAK than usual, as she was starting to fall ill. eliza was pregnant with her FIRST child ( who they later were planning on naming PHILIP ), and there was a sickness going around. she thought that she would take heed and pray that she would not get sick, but sometimes, the big man upstairs just DOESN’T listen to you. now, her husband does not open much about his past life, and does that bother her? NO, because she understands. the dark haired woman just doesn’t know about his mother.

he needed to, however, get back to work–––– that’s all he did ANYWAYS. ❛ i’m not sick, i PROMISE, i wouldn’t lie to you. ❜ however, that is exactly what she is doing, and she knows that he is getting driven up the wall. she doesn’t like being sick, she doesn’t like the feeling, and she doesn’t like NOT taking care of food or the house. she just wants to be up and running. ❛ just go back to work, I’M FINE. ❜

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--- She was beginning to FALL ILL, and Alexander could sense it from miles out ;; sickness was a COMMON THEME within his own cruel narrative, after all, and the trend has taken one life from him already ( he recalls dreary flashes of his mother, weak and frail, so unlike her usual demeanor — it shakes him to his very core, a NIGHTMARE threatening to reoccur ). For once, his work has been set aside, his lover’s health and well-being taken precedence over any old and forgotten paperwork, any laws waiting to be instituted, thoughts awaiting solidification — he is worried, afraid of maladies stealing yet another piece of his life ;; just as he helped his mother until the day she was taken from this mortal ground, he will do the same with his beloved Betsey.

— “ Elizabeth, “ he starts, tone SMALLER than usual as he faces the only thing he would ever consider more important than his work ( it is his wife, his lover of so long now ). “ … let me help you ;; can I get you anything ? “

#『 VERSE ;; young and dreamed of glory. ( act one. ) 』#ncright

mxdam-a

the fact that i write a villain or disliked character is not an opportunity for you to work out your hatred of them in writing with me. i’m not interested in writing with you if you’re only interested in jerking yourself off over how much you hate my character. it is boring, frustrating, and demoralizing. i’m not your hate-fleshlight. don’t use me to wank.

#『 in the eye of a hurricane. ( out of character. ) 』#『 protect my legacy. ( munisms. ) 』#{ ok Truly }

{ && @flamedreamt } || --- The FRIENDLY CONVERSATION they once had has since morphed into a DEBATE of sorts ( the complete OPPOSITE of what once was --- his emotions ranged only as little or EXCESS, there was no middle ground ).

--- “ ... and you SERIOUSLY believe that ? “ he responds, as if defending his pride or morals ;; the topic is nowhere near as dire, and yet he still continues, “ --- that’s what they WANT you to think. “

#『 VERSE ;; ambition is my folly. ( modern. ) 』#{ the King Of Conspiracy strikes again }

she’s WORRIED to say the least– equally in both alexander’s state of EXHAUSTION & the almost sure chance he would fall asleep somewhere he should not be ( nearly PLACING himself in harm’s way for something to go wrong, for him to fall into a situation he should be so far from ).·

· · · · · · · · · ·❛ i’m GOING to worry about it, ❜ she’s all tenderness & growing fret, hand resting gently on his back,·❛ please? just sleep for a bit, it can’t hurt. a NAP even, i can set an alarm on my phone, crash in my roommate’s bed if you want. ❜

--- She would always worry, fear given growth for a boy who has learned to be alone ( for a boy who prefers it, given his tendency to work with such a narrow-mind, with such an evident TUNNEL VISION ). It would be a great disservice to his future success, to simply give in and rest ;; there was work to be done, writing to be executed with a perfected finesse --- there was no TIME for rest, he thought, for what would he be if he simply gave in to her sweet words, if he sacrificed years of stubborn dedication, only to throw it all away for what, a NAP ? NO --- he couldn’t do that, even if she stubbornly insisted.

--- “ PLEASE, I’ll be FINE, “ perhaps the lack of sleep is getting to him, for his defense is only the same BEATEN MANTRA from before. “ ... I can try to sleep tonight. I PROMISE. “

#『 VERSE ;; ambition is my folly. ( modern. ) 』#tellsthenarrative

ncfoundation-blog

— when he was TEN his father split ( full of it, debt-ridden ) ;; two years later, see Alex and his mother bed-ridden

HALF-DEAD,

sittin’ in their own sick, the scent thick,

and Alex got better, but his mother

WENT QUIICK.

#『 that would be enough. ( promos. ) 』

famaetfortuna-blog

— { give this post a LIKE if you’d be down for an in character rabb.it stream tonight ?? We’ll probably be watching Cutthroat Kitchen !! }

famaetfortuna-blog

— { as usual, doubles are allowed, OCs are allowed, other fandoms are allowed — just keep it down to bickering and banter to keep things easy and fun tonight, yeah ? Put your name as “[character’s name] || [URL]”, so mine is “felix || famaetfortuna”. Here’s the link ;; let’s have some fun !! }

#『 in the eye of a hurricane. ( out of character. ) 』#{ we're watching cutthroat kitchen! y'all come join us! }

lcquacicus-blog

— my reflections and feelings on this frightful and melancholy occasion, are set forth in the

FOLLOWING SELF-DISCOURSE.

#『 that would be enough. ( promos. ) 』#{ rb 2 save a life }

to-write-my-book-deactivated201

Fear is felt by writers at every level. Anxiety accompanies the first word they put on paper and the last.

Ralph Keyes, The Courage to Write: How Writers Transcend Fear (via to-write-my-book)

#『 you gotta fend for yourself. ( musings. ) 』#『 feels more like a memory. ( queue. ) 』

blackgrllaw

#『 you gotta fend for yourself. ( musings. ) 』#『 feels more like a memory. ( queue. ) 』

— my reflections and feelings on this frightful and melancholy occasion, are set forth in the

FOLLOWING SELF-DISCOURSE.

#hamilton rp #musical theater rp #historical rp #broadway rp #theater rp #『 that would be enough. ( promos. ) 』

--- { I am going to head off to bed now !! I still owe the following people starters: @flamedreamt, @andunhappincss, and @bornsea. Those will get done when I get back online tomorrow evening ;; night, guys !! }

#『 in the eye of a hurricane. ( out of character. ) 』

{ && @marquiisms } || --- The petty jab was small, petite in manner and ill-will, and yet Alexander still presents a faux OFFENSE, placing a hand to his heart ( as though WOUNDED --- as though HURT, despite it all being only in good fun ). A small gasp escapes his lips before he speaks.

--- “ --- I’m OFFENDED, “ he jokes, the tiniest of smiles threatening to appear as he continues. “ --- I am truly HURT. “

#『 VERSE ;; ambition is my folly. ( modern. ) 』#marquiisms #{ hope this is good !! }

{ && @forgottenburrdaughter } || --- He stands there, attentive and listening to all that the girl has to say ;; she reminds him of a woman he once knew ( one who has long since PASSED AWAY --- perhaps she and this girl before him are one in the same, raised in the same SECRECY and LOVE LOST ). She is just like her father, and Alexander loves every last second of it.

--- “ Did he REALLY say all that ? “

#『 VERSE ;; undetermined. 』#forgottenburrdaughter

{ && @wiitiest } || --- Perhaps it was in the way that she watched him, like a small flicker of a FLAME not yet put out ( one that could spread into a WILDFIRE, if it truly tried ) ;; perhaps it was in her eyes, that light he feels so warm against his skin. He isn’t sure which it is. What is sure of, however, was that he was either going to be APPLAUDED ( for his hard-work, for his rigorous study schedule ), or he was going to K I L L E D, CRUCIFIED right here ( and then, oh how lovely a death, to be taken by someone so beautiful --- ).

--- “ --- are you SERIOUSLY trying to TEMPT ME away from studying ? “

#『 VERSE ;; ambition is my folly. ( modern. ) 』#wiitiest #{ hope this is okay !! }

{ && @tellsthenarrative } || --- He scans her, eyes searching for some semblance of TEASING, or playful picking at his every last move ;; he finds none ( only a softness he can’t yet put words to --- SHOCKING ).

--- “ I’ll sleep soon, TRUST ME, “ he says, neglecting to voice his tendency of falling asleep in public ;; perhaps the train back home would be his next resting place, or perhaps he will doze off between classes, head against books or binders or work not yet finished. “ --- don’t worry about it, I’ll be FINE. “

#『 VERSE ;; ambition is my folly. ( modern. ) 』#tellsthenarrative #{ hope this is fine !! }

--- { LIKE for a starter !! }

#『 in the eye of a hurricane. ( out of character. ) 』#{ may be mostly in modern au !! }

[MSG]:Where are you and why are you fighting with a bird?

i’ll fight a bird i don’t give a fuck || not accepting

[ MSG ]: It tried to fight me first!

#『 an act of creation. ( answered asks. ) 』#『 VERSE ;; ambition is my folly. ( modern. ) 』

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