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sonny couldn't answer him. he wasn't wrong. she was always there for everyone, but never got the same in return. it wasn't like she was asking for something. she never wanted anyone to feel like they owe her. however, it didn't feel like she had any true friends. her cheek leaning against his touch as brown hues flickered up at him. “i don't know how to look after me.” she admitted quietly.
it broke tony's heart to witness just how much effort sonny puts into others, only for it to be a dead end street. "let me TEACH you." his tone was a whisper, matching her much softer one. he wanted to speak directly to her from the heart. "because you're the one person in this world i believe to truly deserve it the most."
for a moment, vidya simply stared at his outstretched hand. blinking once, twice, before realizing she was meant to take it. her fingers slipped into his with a soft, hesitant touch, and she offered a small, apologetic smile. ❝ vidya. ❞ she replied, voice quieter now, as though saying her own name aloud might anchor her to this strange reality. ❝ vidya chennai. ❞ she glanced around as he had, still searching for something ( anything ) familiar. nothing came. only carriages, chatter, and a sky too bright for her liking. ❝ it’s. . . quite unlike anything i’ve ever seen. ❞ she murmured, more to herself than to him, before lifting her gaze to meet his again. ❝ though your offer is most kind, mister hanlon. i should like to accept it, if only to make sense of where i have found myself. ❞ a faint, uncertain smile curved her lips. ❝ bridgerton manor, you said? i’m afraid i’ve never been, but it seems i have much to learn about this place. . . and time. ❞
"vidya chennai. it's a pleasure." tony gave a small bow of his head in her direction, looking down to see a glove-less hand. perhaps she lost them in her journey— perhaps an opportunity to find them and return them to her PERSONALLY. he pocketed that idea in the back of his mind and kept on with their conversation. with the sound of her tone, tony looked at her with a sense of mild amusement. it was almost as if she was as unsure of her current situation as he was. "well, i wouldn't consider myself much of an EXPERT, but i would be happy to try my best." he bent an elbow her way, as a common gesture to invite a woman's arm through. "if you'll allow me, miss chennai."
Dottie looked down at her outfit: gym shorts, an oversized tshirt that may have belonged to him at one point but she'd deny it, and crocs. It wasn't her usual apparel for sure. She looked at the officer and gave a quick nod, "I'm his ride." She crossed his arms and waited for him to be uncuffed before she was out the door, a few steps ahead. Once the cold air hit her and the door closed behind Silas, she turned on him.
"What the fuck are you doing? Getting into a drunken fight like a teenager," arms crossed as she awaited the answer.
it wasn't like him, she was right about that. he's usually much CLEANER with his conflicts, having been slapped on the wrist quite a few times for it in the past. but it was just one of those wrong place wrong time situations, at least as far as silas is concerned. "you know me— always gotta keep you on your toes." is all he says in response, a smirk spreading on his lips. even after all the passed time, he still liked pushing dottie's buttons. "thought you said you got RID of that shirt." he added as an attempt to segue the conversation topic, cocking a brow up inquisitively.
so sorry for lack of activity y’all!! i’m currently working towards a promotion at work 🤞🤞 so my workload has doubled if not tripled :| but i miss n love u guys smsmsm!!!!
open to f/nb . this is a spooky szn starter . ♡ plot: my muse is a serial killer (think jigsaw), and he found out that your muse, someone he's been in love with for a while, did a horrible thing, so instead of killing them, he kidnaps them.
"i don't want to kill you," his tone is soft, but almost tender, as if his words alone could erase the fact that he'd kidnap her and brought her here, to his secluded cabin in the mountains. "and i'm not going to," assures her, frame resting against the doorframe as dark hues stay focused on her figure. "but you need to think about what you did, you did a horrible thing that you can't take back, yet you went on with your life as if nothing happened. — and you didn't even trust me enough to tell me, do you realize how hurtful that is ? " lets out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head in disappoval. "but you're gonna do better, i'll teach you how to be better. "
mallory's eyes darted from left to right to try and see if she could identify the area this cabin was in, but to no avail. she was trapped. her hands flew to her pockets— EMPTY. "how did you," she starts, but she has a sneaking suspicion that she doesn't want to know how he managed to pull the wool over her eyes. you did a horrible thing. SHIT, did he see what happened back in that mini-mart? she could've sworn she was discreet with her getaway— though she was in a slight panic, seeing as it had gone sour. him knowing that that was her can pose as dangerous, but she wasn't about to give up the gun just yet. her face scrunched in his direction at those last words he spoke. "so, you kidnap me, sedate me somehow, bring me out into the middle of NOWHERE and claim you want to teach me to be better? what makes you think i need the teaching?"
"thank you for not 'blowing a fuse'." elena both teased and genuinely thanked valeria, before softly smiling. it definitely didn't go unnoticed how protective valeria was whenever the two of them were together. it made elena feel not only cared for, but safe. from the second she was disinherited, she essentially was also disowned by her parents — with her siblings all over the world, elena was out here on her own. "i mean, i-i wouldn't have minded drinking a regular lemonade, but i don't want you... like, leaping over the counter to defend my honor. you know, this would be one of the tamer things people have done to and/or around me, hm?" she spoke, leaning against the nearest wall.
cue a small eyeroll from her, leaning his head back on the wall. "it's gonna stay that way because i'm around, for sure. you gotta stick up for yourself and not settle. own your shit. even if it's just lemonade." valeria put matter of factly, taking a few sips of her drink and beginning to people watch. she was always speaking her mind, perhaps that was her downfall. to BRASH for the public to take. the way she saw it, it gave others the sense of what you see is what you get. no bullshitting. but below her harsh exterior, though, something BOILED at the idea of what those horrible things others had done to her were.. it was a cruel curiosity that she knew would upset her, so maybe it was a conversation for another day. "bad news is i don't think i'm gonna come here for drinks anymore. that bitchy barista's got dagger eyes towards me that have i'm gonna poison your next drink written all over it." her hand gestured over her face, drawing an invisible circle with a line through it. "so you better enjoy that strawberry lemonade while you got it."
open to m plot: the ‘you came’ 'you called’ exes but make it toxic.
Dottie crossed her arms over her chest, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her eyes stayed glued on the doors to the police station. she didn’t want to go in, staying outside meant she could leave if she decided to finally listen to her brain when it came to him and run in the other direction. For someone so smart, her heart kept winning this one. His call had started casual, something about a barfight and needing to get picked up at the police station. Of course, she came, not changing out of her pajamas.
“You look like shit,” she spoke when he finally stepped through the doors.
the call itself was ballsy, he KNEW that, but dottie was the first person he thought of. he still had her number memorized, even in his buzzed state. that should be alarming, but he didn't have the energy to start unpacking that. when she stepped through the front doors, his eyes immediately looked over the outfit she was wearing, stifling a small chuckle. her comment was definitely warranted— he was sporting a nice bruise on his right cheek and a split lip to match. "nice pajamas." silas retorted, peering over at the guard near them to see if they were going to FINALLY let him out of the cuffs. he gave them a good jingle against the chair arm he was cuffed to as a 'helpful' indicator for them.
vidya blinked, momentarily disoriented, the swirl of unfamiliar gowns and polished shoes making her head spin. she straightened as best she could, forcing a polite curtsy despite the suddenness of the encounter. ❝ i… i suppose i am. ❞ she admitted, her voice soft but steady, betraying just a hint of nerves. ❝ i seem to have… misplaced myself, though i cannot rightly say how. ❞ her eyes flicked to his with cautious curiosity, studying the unfamiliar gentleman before her.
a light chuckle passed tony's lips, watching her intently as she spoke. his eyes then darted around the nearby area to see if a caretaker or escort could've been looking for her. but there was NOBODY. how strange, to let a pretty woman such as herself to be left on her own. "this town this time of year can be quite hectic, so i'm not the least bit surprised. i could show you around, if you would like." he offered her once his eyes returned to hers, seeing as she looked a bit FLUSTERED. "i'm anthony hanlon, i'm in town from york." he extended a friendly hand in her direction, wanting them to be properly introduced. "i assume you're in town for the soirees at bridgerton manor?" tony asks, selfishly hoping he was interacting with one of the picks of the litter. a QUITE beautiful one at that.
should be around tomorrow!! work has been SOOOO hectic but i am finally free for the weekend YIPPEEEE
phew this week was insane at work but after tomorrow i got the WHOOLEEEE weekend
me: *rolls up to work 20 mins late, stoned, with a dunkin iced coffee* hey, do you think it would be okay if i snuck out a couple hours early today
Marcos Diaz || 1x07
open to anyone!
muse: anthony hanlon (33) • an eligible bachelor who came from out of the county with his family to attend the various balls held, in search for a wife. the usual bit.
plot: time traveller plot bc PLEASE. your muse traveled back in time (somehow) and has landed in a bridgerton style era where your muse meets tony.
"pardon me," tony begins, sure to speak gently as to not frighten them with his sudden presence. he couldn't help his curiosity— he didn't recall having ever seen them before. "but you appear to be LOST."
