Plain and Simple--and Immortal

|| Indie Fandomless OC written by JPP || Victorian Era || Various Verses Avaliable

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Hurt/Comfort Roleplay Prompts

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roleplaystartersandmemes:

“I know it hurts but you have to hold on a little longer, okay?”

“No, you can’t sleep yet!”

“Can you hear me?”

”Don’t get up yet, you’re still bleeding.”

“Do you know who I am?”

“I need you to open your eyes for me. Can you do that?”

“Come on, damn it, open your eyes!”

“How exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?”

“Where does it hurt?”

“That was a pretty bad fall, are you sure you’re okay?”

“Is that blood? Oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

“Don’t you dare stop breathing on me now!”

“I called an ambulance, okay? Just stay calm.”

“It’s gonna be okay, there’s help coming soon.”

“Don’t move, the ambulance is on its way.”

“I know it hurts to breathe but you have to stay with me, okay?”

“You can’t feel your legs? Just try to wiggle your toes a little.”

“Stay with me! Don’t you dare leave me now!”

“You don’t remember what happened? You were hit by a car, remember?.” 

“Just stay awake a little longer, okay?”

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sundrought:

@neutralxty has placed an offering.

☽║☾ The god had been in an unusually foul mood that day– memories of his past in Duat were suffocating him as he went  through his daily routine. Of course Mikail had caught on to Anubis’ misgivings && suggested a fun outing to the nearest pub may clear his head && restore him to his  usual cheery self. 

Anubis agreed for two reasons: one being that he could never say no to Mikail, and two, because at the very least, he could get so  horridly drunk that he’d be able to forget  about the pains of his past for a night. 

Still, it shouldn’t have been too much of a  surprise that after the second round of drinks, the jackal god was feeling quite loose && tipsy– ridiculously tipsy. 

( this was why he should never be allowed near a bottle ) 

“Mikaillllllll,” Anubis starts, obnoxiously drawing out his friend’s name, “you’re such a good friend, ya know that? Sometimes I just wanna smooch your forehead!”

Well, at least the affectionate side of him had come back in full force thanks to the steady flow of alcohol in his veins. 

It was strange to see Kem so discontent--even moody, if Mikail were to be so blunt. Kem was, ran or shine, such a chipper, lively fellow that it had been more than a surprise to see him sloughing about as though he had cement on his feet and a could over his head. 

Naturally, Mikail had offered something to cheer his gloomy friend up. And, equal natural, was Kem’s acceptance.

In short, it had worked, and worked rather well. Perhaps a bit too well. Kem was, indeed, very chipper now, but it was alcohol induced and borderline silly. And it only took two rounds of drink.

At least he’s cheap to cheer, Mikail thought with a smile. Kem was earning glances from the patrons around them as he swayed on his stool, but none of them seemed eager to remark or chastise. It didn’t matter that Mikail was smiling, or that Kem was drunk; they were neither of them small men, Mikail in particular, and perhaps the men sneering in their direction would have more courage if Mikail had not already made eye contact with them.

He had only smiled--but it seemed to get the message across just fine. 

Sipping his own drink, Mikail chuckled under his breath--and grabbed Kem’s sleeve as he tipped a bit too far to one side. 

“As much as I appreciate it, I’ll pass on the kisses,” Mikail said, patting Kem gently on the shoulder. “And I think you would do well to pass on the next round.” Any more and Mikail might be carrying his friend home. 

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'Mulan' quote starters

"How lucky can they be? They're dead."

"You will never bring your family honour."

"Well we can't all be acupuncturists!"

"No, your great-granddaughter had to become a cross dresser!"

"Stop me? He invited me."

"Ah, I see you have a sword! I have one too! They're very manly. And tough."

"Lemma hear you say AH!!"

"You wanna stay, you gotta work."

"I am the guardian of lost souls!"

"My ancestors sent me a lizard to help me?"

"Down, Betsy!"

"Make a note of this; Dishonour on you, dishonour on your cow!"

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Look, this tattoo will protect me from harm!"

"Punch him. That's how men make friends."

"Relax, and chant with me."

"Stay that to my face, you limp noodle!"

"I do love surprises."

"He started it!"

"I didn't ask for his name, I asked for your name."

"He doesn't talk about me much."

"Tomorrow, the real work begins."

"Look, it's porridge. And it's happy to see you!"

"I think my bunny slippers just ran for cover. Come on, scare me, girl!"

"Wait, you forgot your sword!"

"That's not funny."

"Yeah, 'cause I owe you a knuckle sandwich."

"Oohh, tough guy."

"I'll get that arrow, pretty boy. And I'll do it with my shirt on."

"Let's get down to business."

"I'll make a man out of you."

"You haven't got a clue."

"I'm never gonna catch my breath."

"This guy's got her scared to death."

"Heed my every order, and you might survive."

"Pack up, go home, you're through."

"What do you see?"

"We can avoid them easily."

"We should return it to her."

"Hey, this is not a good idea. What if somebody sees you?"

"If you're so worried, go stand watch!"

"We're doomed!"

"I know we were jerks to you before, so let's start over."

"I'm king of the rock!"

"We have to fight!"

"Snake! AGH!!"

"Boy, that was close."

"That was vile!"

"I never want to see a naked man again."

"Don't look at me, I ain't biting no more butts."

"This guy's messing with my plans!"

"We're not finished!"

"I'll hold him, and you punch."

"I saw that."

"You like him, don't you?"

"That's better! Much better! Let's go!"

"You owe me a new pair of slippers."

"Excuse me? I think the question is who are you?!"

"I should have your hat for that!"

"Think of instead; a girl worth fighting for."

"Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer."

"He thinks he's such a lady killer."

"Yeah, the only girl who'd love him is his mother."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, sure, save the horse."

"Fire!"

"You missed! How could you miss?!"

"We need help!"

"I knew we could do it! You the man! Well, sort of."

"From now on, you have my trust."

"He's wounded, get help!"

"I can explain."

"So, it is true!"

"I knew there was something wring with you!"

"I didn't mean for it to go this far!"

"It was the only way!"

"My debt is repaid."

"But you can't just..."

"I never should have left home."

"Maybe what I really wanted was to prove that I could do things right. So that when I looked in the mirror, I'd see someone worthwhile. But I was wrong. I see nothing."

"I can see you, lookit you, you look so pretty!"

"I mean, you risked your life to help people you love."

"At least you had good intentions."

"You ... lied to me?"

"We started this thing together and that's how we'll finish it. I promise."

"They popped out of the snow! LIKE DAISIES!"

"Go home."

"Why should I?"

"Please, you have to help!"

"No one will listen!"

"Huh, I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"Okay. Any questions?"

"Ugly concubines."

"I tire of your arrogance."

"So what's the plan?"

"You don't have a plan?!"

"Way ahead of you, sister."

"I need firepower."

"Your worst nightmare."

"Guess you're out of ideas."

"Not quite."

"I am ready, baby!"

"That was a deliberate attempt on my life!"

"Stand aside! That creature is not worth protecting."

"She's a hero!"

"That is enough!"

"I've heard a great deal about you."

"You can have his job."

"Is she allowed to do that?"

"You fight good."

"The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all."

"You don't meet a girl like that every dynasty!"

"The greatest gift in honor is having you for a (enter whatever)"

"If you ask me she should've brought home a man!"

"Would you like to stay forever?"

"Dinner would be great."

"You know, she gets it from my side of the family!"

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@msdoctorette continued from here 

Mikail shifted when the woman took her seat beside him, ready to stand if it was needed--he was well aware that his bulk could make public spaces a bit more difficult to share. If the woman seemed squashed, at all, between his shoulder and the other side of the bench, he would move.

Evidently, she found the arrangement rather comfortable--or, more likely he thought, she was too weary to notice, and after only a few seconds of sharing the bench Mikail felt the lady’s head thump against his shoulder. He glanced down, held back a chuckle that might have jostled her, and continued, unperturbed, to read through the commission he’d received for his next job.

Fifteen minutes later--or more, Mikail hadn’t been paying close attention--the train rattled into view and the lady startled. Her expression, and exclamation, made it clear that dozing had been unintentional. With another chuckle, low and deep, Mikail made a gesture of dismissal and shrugged his broad shoulders.

“You haven’t missed the train,” he said, glancing towards the iron beast puffing to a stop just ahead. “And you haven’t bothered me, either. I’ve suffered the same affliction in my turn.”

Late nights up working on a drawing--except it was generally less appreciated when someone of his size fell asleep on a stranger. 

“You must be some sort of academic--no one else develops bad sleep habits like we do.”

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The Past is Prologue

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Kitty looked up with a yawn, gently placing her knitted progress into her small lap. “Oh wow! You managed to get so much down while I was busy finishing the blanket! It looks exactly as I had imagined it to be!” With a big happy smile, Kitty slowly got up out of the rocking chair, laying the project onto the seat. She wobbled about the room, one hand brushing the newly laid down wallpaper. 

“This is perfect! It will be the cutest room for our daughter!” Kitty exclaimed, her hands upon her stomach. Ever since two months ago, she has been insistent on what she called her “maternal instincts” that she was carrying a girl. “Oh, I cannot wait for her to be born!” And she paused, thinking of how she’d like to readily get pregnant again–but she was too embarrassed to say such a thing, and with Joshua present. 

“A window? That might look very lovely…. yes… yes…” Kitty said, nodding as she imagined the change in the room. “Are you sure you’re up for it? That you can have it done in time for our sweet girl’s arrival? There’s not too much time now, you know….” She giggled, shaking her head. 

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Mikail watched her waddle about the room, first following her hand as it brushed over his work--then her body as it tottered from one wall to the next. She had grown very round in the past few months, and had given up her binding corsets for skirts and loose tops that would not confine her. For a lady so petite, Kitty seemed to carry her new weight so naturally--though Mikail wasn’t terribly surprised by that. It was as if she had been destined her whole life to be a mother.

He laughed at her insistence, again, that she was going to bear a girl, a certainty she had stubbornly held for months now. Mikail quite hoped she was right; a boy, of course, would be loved just the same, but Kitty was so eager to have a little lady that Mikail hoped to see her prediction come true, and the giddiness it would bring. 

Following Kitty to the space where he wished to put the window, Mikail wrapped his arms around his wife from behind and placed his chin on the top of her head--though he had to lean quite a bit to do so. He kissed her temple and, raising his hand, traced in the air where the edges of the possible window might fall.

“It would fit perfectly here, and the supports in the wall would allow for it easily. It would only take a week, at most, and unless you think you might burst before then...” Another kiss and Mikail stepped back, admiring his work one more time.

“I think it’s about time to set work aside, however. Cook ought to have dinner ready any second now. Joshua,” he said, suddenly addressing the boy who had been strangely quiet all day. “Are you hungry?”

Joshua looked up, startled by the question--and for a moment even looked confused, as though his thoughts were so otherwise preoccupied he could not quite piece the words together. His brown eyes glittered with a little extra brightness. He opened his mouth, but before Joshua could answer, James was at the nursery door, announcing that a man was waiting in one of the drawing rooms and wished to speak with Lord Sidana and his family. 

When James said the man’s name was Mr. Breckenridge, Mikail sucked in a sharp, sudden breath--then cleared his throat, hoping to disguise the unfortunate reaction of instinct. 

“He never did have good timing,” Mikail muttered, dismissing James with a distracted “thank you”, and the note to have Cook hold dinner off a little bit longer. He glanced at Kitty and rephrased the thought. Perhaps his mentor had, in fact, very good timing. Kitty was under the influence of his blood, after all, and fully human, which simply made explaining that he had married a vampire an easier task--in that Mikail did not have to explain it at all. “Yes, well, I suppose I shouldn’t leave the man waiting.” 

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The Past is Prologue

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The next few months passed by in a peace that was not, as the word might suggest, particularly calm. Happy, yes, for the most part, and there was no true drama to speak of, but it simply was not, at any point, relaxed. 

The manor now held Kitty, Mikail, and young Joshua, who turned out to have more energy than his first couple nights had foretold. He wasn’t a badly behaved boy, and actually quite polite, but had rambunctious tendencies that frequently seemed to get him into trouble--mostly in the form of broken objects, ripped clothing, and dirt on the rugs. Most of it was by accident. 

Another aspect to the manor’s bustling activity was preparing for the child that was, by now, only a few months away. Mikail had spent the last few weeks in particular preparing the room attached to their own for the child, turning what had been another bedroom into a nursery they could raise the baby in. The bedroom had, for a short time, been occupied by Joshua, but after some pouting and conversation he willingly gave it over to the nursery. Mostly he was convinced by the prospect of a slightly bigger bedroom with a huge window that overlooked the garden, and the promise that Mikail would soon get him a desk at which he could practice his writing--a task he had become almost obsessed with, as of late. When he wasn’t eating everything Cook could offer (and some that she didn’t).  

Breakfast had only ended half an hour ago, but Mikail was already up in the nursery, sleeves rolled to his elbows and glue smeared on his cheek. The room was only half-wallpapered at the moment, and Mikail intended to finish the rest by the end of the day; he had tried to suggest that the current wallpaper was fine enough, but Kitty insisted on something brighter, happier--cuter. Even as he smoothed the new wallpaper with glue, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her stubbornness. It had been, most likely, for the better. 

Kitty sat in a rocking chair--in the middle of the room, but she was reluctant, as always, to be apart from Mikail. She was knitting something, Mikail hadn’t thought to ask, and Joshua was by her feet, sheets of wobbly letters and numbers spread out before him. Even as he copied his letters, though, the boy looked distracted--uneasy. He laid on his stomach, then his side, then up on his knees; he scratched at his hands and wrists, both of which were already red. In a few spots, his own nails had made him bleed while he slept the night before, and those same spots were scabbed now. And, evidently, even more itchy. 

He said nothing to Kitty or Mikail, however, and confessed no discomfort, but Mikail noticed it. Just as he had last month. And the month before. He wasn’t a complete idiot. 

Instead of saying anything to Joshua, Mikail swept over to Kitty and planted a kiss on the top of her head--in part to make her look up so he could gesture to the final, now wallpapered, wall of the nursery.

“Well? What do you think? I admit, you picked a very cute paper. Much brighter. Speaking of  that--” Mikail went back to the wall. It had two windows, small but adequate, and made a thoughtful noise. “In my renovations, I should have given this room a big, picture window. How nice would that be? Plenty of light for the baby to play, and a view of the gardens in the spring. I could do it.”

Send me ✂ and your muses’ height. I’ll compare them

On this

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☁ Only Time and Tears ☁

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Dr. Felgud smiled at Kitty, looking her up and down, before adjusting his wire glasses. “Ah, it is fine, my lord, fine indeed. It would be a blessing throughout the village to have our Lady and Lord expecting their heir. Come, my lady, shall I observe you in a private room nearby? As you know, I never conduct exams with any audience–even that of a spouse.” 

Kitty stood up and nodded, “This way, doctor….” She headed for the door and opened it up for him. “We can go just across the hall….” Kitty glanced back at Mikail as Dr. Felgud moved past her and out of the room. “I am sure it won’t take long at all. Wish us all the luck, Mikail!” Smiling brightly, Kitty left, following Dr. Felgud across the hall. 

After a half hour’s exam, and bidding goodbye to the doctor, as he had no need to follow her back into the day room, Kitty returned, her fingers laced in front of her. Looking solemn, she looked between Mikail and Joshua before breaking out into a large smile. Excitedly clapping her hands together, Kitty’s eyes watered as she nodded her head. 

“I am with child!” she practically shouted, frantically wiping at her eyes. 

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When Kitty finally returned, Mikail was sitting on the couch beside Joshua, helping the boy to sound out the letters and words in his book. The hour had been a painfully long time to wait for an answer, and Mikail had been driven to pacing before Joshua asked him for help. Whether the boy was asking just to get help or, keener than he seemed, asking to provide Mikail with a distraction was unknown--but it provided one nonetheless. 

And then Kitty walked in and the book was forgotten.

Although her sad and solemn look hardly lasted it a moment, his heart, for that moment, dropped down into his gut. But only for that moment; Kitty couldn’t keep her act and her eyes grew teary as she shouted her good news.

Mikail leaped from his spot on the couch--with surprising agility for a man his size--and swept Kitty off the ground and into his arms, lifting her high enough that he could kiss her on the mouth. 

“I knew it would happen eventually,” he said, his eyes bright. Despite his claim, however, Mikail is relieved--happy and relieved, for a part of him had worried about the chance that they had missed their one opportunity. The possibility that something had changed, something had gone wrong, and even his blood could not help--but she was pregnant, and he kissed her face again. 

“We will be exceedingly careful this time.” He kissed her nose. “I won’t take any commissions that require me to leave home, I will dote on you as thoroughly as any man has ever doted on a wife.” He kissed her forehead and finally set Kitty down on her feet. He bent, though, so that his arms did not have to unwind from her waist. 

“This time will not go wrong.” It may have been foolish to make promises like that, but Mikail was determined to make this last dream of Kitty’s come true. “I love you.”

Joshua watched the two from the couch, his head tilted to one side and the book held up to cover half his face. For a while he was silent, but, like most children, could not stay that way for long.

“How long will it take the baby to get here?”

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☁ Only Time and Tears ☁

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Kitty took offense at Mikail’s words. “As if I would ever strike you! Lord Sidana and I are not at all agreeable to the thought of brute force to raise children. We would never so much as touch you in a hurtful, painful way, Joshua….” She frowned, shaking her head. 

“Like Lord Sidana said, we are just trying to understand. I, for one, do not have such a unique… sense of smell as you do… My olfactory senses are nothing–right now, compared to when I am a v–well, never you mind that…” Kitty blushed, turning away. 

“Mikail, please, go off to town. Joshua is going to have a nice bath in the mean time…” She glanced at the boy, still noting all the grub and dirt that stubbornly clung to him. “Do not look so sour about it–a good, hot bath and soap will do wonders. You’ll feel nice and clean! And we shall get you some comfortable night-clothes to set out for after dinner….” 

“Oh, and please, drop the formalities… Kitty and Mikail are just fine and well enough. After all, from this day onward, we shall be a family!” Kitty grinned, her eyes shining at the thought. She clasped her hands together under her chin, and soon her gaze became eclipsed by a far-off look, a look of sugary day-dreaming. 

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Joshua still seemed hesitant, and nervous, and quite uncomfortable, but Kitty’s reassurances slowly eased the tension that had built in his thin shoulders. At the very least he stopped scratching his hands, which had turned and angry red beneath his nails.

By the time Kitty mentioned baths, Joshua was relaxed enough to wrinkle his nose at the prospect. Mikail couldn’t help but chuckle. It seemed to be a thing of childhood and youth, to resent baths--though he had a feeling the boy would appreciate the hot water and soap once he was immersed in it. Much of the dirt on him looked caked on, as though he had be wearing the smudges for weeks. 

He laughed again when Kitty sent him to fetch the doctor. He conceded without argument; the good doctor would probably have a bit of a chuckle about Kitty’s over eagerness as well, having become well acquainted with them since the first pregnancy. 

“Don’t give my kitten a hard time while I’m gone,” Mikail said to Joshua. he stooped over Kitty and kissed the top of her head, and after only a small pause, also made sure to rub Joshua’s hair affectionately. The boy jumped at first, then made a face that told Mikail he was probably blushing under all that dirt. “Kitty is quite right, you know. You live here now, with us. We’ll take care of you. Tomorrow I’ll even work on setting up one of the spare to be your own.”

Joshua simply stared between the two adults; he still looked as though he found the entire situation quite difficult to believe. And perhaps, for a while yet, he would. But eventually a small smile pulled at his mouth and he stood, mumbling that he would take his bath--at the same time as he threw himself into Kitty’s arms. 

And that was how Mikail left the two of them as he went to fetch the doctor, promising Kitty that he would return before evening had gone on too long. 

Several hours later Mikail returned as promised, carrying the doctor’s medical bag as the man himself trundled behind him. He was dressed in his evening wear, and looking rather weary, but didn’t seem particularly miffed at being called. If anything, he was smiling as he followed Mikail into the manor. 

In the time they’d been gone Joshua had been bathed, and now sat in the corner of the parlor rooms couch, curled into himself, and frowning at a book. It was a thin one, a children’s book that had sat dusty on the shelf for years, and his mouth moved without sound as he attempted to make sense of the letters. He was wearing a long night shirt instead of his rags now (which had been tossed right into the trash), and his skin practically shone from Kitty’s scrubbing. The toes of his bare feet were tucked under a pillow--and his eye looked like they might have been drooping as they slid from one word to the next. 

But instead he jerked suddenly upright, eyes wide, almost a full minute before Mikail and the doctor came into the parlor. As soon as he saw Mikail Joshua relaxed, but the sight of the doctor left a bit of stiffness in his shoulders. 

“We’re sorry again, Dr. Felgud, to call you out so suddenly.” Mikail cast a quick look at his wife, but he didn’t look particularly sorry. In fact, Mikail looked quite eager. He had been the one to say, at first, that they should wait, but now that the truth was just one doctor’s visit away...he could hardly stand to wait at all. 

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please reblog if you don’t mind a pre-established relationship with an oc muse!

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☁ Only Time and Tears ☁

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Kitty frowned, dropping her spoon. She pouted at her husband, “Tomorrow? Why must we wait until tomorrow? Can’t you go into town and get him? I do not want to wait all night!” She sighed, pushing the bowl away from her. “How can you wait until tomorrow? Unless… you do not care as much about having a baby as I do!” Her lips trembled as she accused him. 

Her hurt, however, became distracted by Joshua’s odd words. She stood up, walked over to him, and wiped his face with a cloth napkin. “You’re getting food all over your face and hands…. Messy, messy boy–let me see those hands now…” As she wiped his hands free of glaze, Kitty asked, “What do you mean about smelling strange? I smell strange?” 

Kitty glanced at Mikail, wondering if he had any idea as to why Joshua said such weird things. Was he trying to say she smelled bad or something? Kitty blushed brightly at the thought. That would be horribly embarrassing!

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Perhaps he should have anticipated Kitty’s anxiousness to see the doctor as soon as possible; she was anxious about nearly everything, these days. He had, of course, expected it only reasonable to wait for the morning, as the afternoon was already late, and by the time he got into town it would be touching the edge of evening. Good the doctor might be, but making an evening call way out to the manor when there was no real emergency besides Kitty’s nerves.

And now Mikail’s heart, because Kitty looked near to tears. 

“Not at all,” he said quickly, beginning to stand so that he could take her hands if required. “You know I am just as eager--”

Mikail didn’t have the time to defend himself before Joshua spoke up with an...odd observation. He glanced at his wife and leaned towards her. As far as he could tell, Kitty didn’t smell strange. For a moment he had wondered if the boy smelled the dirt and greens of Kitty’s gardening, but she smelled, to Mikail, like a gentle perfume and the soup that lingered in front of her. 

“It’s not very nice to joke when someone is upset,” Mikail said, frowning in Joshua’s direction. Then again, from the look on the boy’s face....he wasn’t quite sure he was joking. 

Especially when Mikail’s admonition put a look of panic in Joshua’s brown eyes. 

“No! No, I’m not joking, or lying, but, but, but---” He squirmed in Kitty’s grasp and managed to pull himself out from under her scrubbing napkin. “Everyone smells different, but all the women smell like...like...it’s just a little, and not like flowers, but kind of...you know...”

The boy wiggled again, clearly uncomfortable, and shook his head hard. “And you just...smell a little different...not bad,” he added quickly. Joshua was young, but not so young that he thought a lady would like to be told she smelled bad. 

“Never mind. I promise, Miss Kitty, I’m not...not weird.” He bit his lip--and as his discomfort grew, Joshua began to scratch at his wrists and hands. “I’m sorry...” 

Mikail, standing now, could, for a moment, only look at the boy in complete bafflement. Clearly, Joshua was very concerned about being thought of as weird or strange--and had some very interesting thoughts on smell, besides. Something tugged at the corner of Mikail’s mind, some thought that couldn’t quite take form. Something was strange about the boy, but he couldn’t quite place a word to it. 

“You can calm down,” Mikail said, his tone much softer than before. “You flinch as though we might strike. We’re only trying to understand what you mean.”

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“Are you a finder?! Are you…my finder?!”

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Small was the first word that came to mind. Very small. Tiny, even. As soon as he heard the little voice from somewhere around his ankles, Mikail crouched down to meet the girl at her own level. 

And was still a bit taller than she. He smiled--even though he had no idea what she was asking him. 

“I’m not looking for anything,” he said, in an attempt to answer.  ”And I don’t believe I’m what you are looking for either. But I can help. What are you trying to find?”

He paused, considered, and looked at the girl again. “Or who, should I say?” 

She seemed much too young--and far too pretty a child--to be wandering London streets all alone. 

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                     ❝     —What if I wanted a birdhouse that looked like the Taj Mahal?  Could you do it?     ❞

            AND HE THROWS his hands up animately as he spoke, fascinated with Mr. Sidana’s work.  Carmichael had never met an architect before— Only those who built the projects designed by them.  Briefly, he glances over the attempt at a plan to make a simple birdhouse he’d created himself— It’s poorly drawn squares with desired measurements next to them.  Carmichael lifts the parchment to stare at his own work, a hangdog grin pulling his lips.

                     ❝     I don’t— I’m not sure I’d make it as an architect.     ❞

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A bird house designed after the Taj Mahal. Mikail looked at the pen in his hand and the paper laid out before him, then back up at the priest--who seemed quite serious about this grand scale bird house. Carmichael’s earnest interest in a luxury nesting box pulled a grin from Mikail’s mouth and he chuckled under his breath. 

“For whose benefit is the Taj Mahal--yours, who would look at it, or the birds, who would be laying their eggs?” He shook his head, but set his pen to the paper. “In all seriousness, however, it would be easy. But I think we’d be better off sticking to just one large room on the inside, than a scaled replication. The poor birds would simply get long.”

Mikail was teasing, of course, but only about the rooms. A bird house shaped like the Taj Mahal--a few minutes of doodling and Mikail offered a drawing of the front and top of a tiny, Mughal styled house, with roughly estimated measurements and a vague note in shorthand about how the dome could be placed. Mikail glanced it over and made a thoughtful noise.

“The measurements might be bit off,” he said, crossing one number off an replacing it with another. “Are you commissioning me?” Catching Carmichael’s expression, Mikail reached out to pat the priest’s shoulder. 

“You don’t know, without experience or practice, how accomplished you could become. Simplifying real life walls to drawn lines and numbers is a skilled acquired through time, not genetics. But perhaps...refrain from quitting your day job.” 

Because the lines in Carmichael’s drawing were awfully crooked. 

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☁ Only Time and Tears ☁

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“No, I have not. It is quite weird,” Kitty answered, rubbing her chin in thought before Mikail went on with his guess as to why. She stood up, her eyes twinkling with delight. “I-I remember women coming in to see Uncle with such weird food adversities and cravings… Perhaps…. Perhaps!” Kitty grinned wide as she cupped her cheeks in jubilee. This would be quite the relief if true! Another baby on the way! Proof that it hadn’t been just a fluke the last time! 

But as quickly as the gleeful smile appeared, it was gone, eclipsed by a slight frown. Nagging worries plummeted her happy mood, reminding her of the last few times she thought she was and actually hadn’t been. What if it was just the same again? Kitty couldn’t bear the disappointment and embarrassment of being wrong again!

“B-but suppose….. it is truly nothing? Again?” She bit her lip, mulling over her options. One hand went to her flat stomach as she silently and fervently hoped to be with child. “Perhaps… we could just call Dr. Felgud again…. He’s not far–right in town…. I don’t think he minds too much coming all the way up here….” Kitty sat back down and returned to eating her soul, with her eyebrows pinched together and her lips tight when she was not eating. 

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For just a moment, Kitty shone like sunshine and it filled Mikail’s chest with warm happiness to match, The prospect of long awaited fatherhood  was a cozy, hopeful thought that stoked the warmth, but it was seeing that hope in Kitty’s face that really lit the flame. Too often these past few months, her eyes had been darkened by grief or dimmed by misplaced excitement, and to see them bright like this was a relief more than anything.

That glow flickered out just as quickly as it came and Mikail felt it’s absence in his stomach. She had always been a worrier, fretting over the possibilities--but it had only been recently that worry could so thoroughly and so immediately snuff out her happiness. Mikail grasped Kitty’s knee--through a fistful of skirts-- and squeezed tightly. 

“The other times were not so obvious, no where near intense. I’m practically certain, kitten, that this time....”

But his certainty was still based only on assumptions. There was hardly any point in reassuring Kitty without a doctor’s approval; Mikail had no medical training, no education or experience in this matter, aside from his younger siblings. His diagnosis simply wasn’t worth enough to ease her hesitation. He knew that.

“I’ll sent for him to come tomorrow, then.” He leaned over to brush a kiss over her cheek. “Please, don’t wear such a sad face. It will happen, kitten...”

Joshua, from over the rim of his nearly empty bowl, watched the adults with big eyes. 

“You’re going to be a mama?” he asked, tilting his head to one side (in a decidedly puppy-like manner). He poked the last bits of his soup and mulled the thought over; the only thing left in his bowl was bits of carrots, which he had purposefully avoided. “I guess that’s why you smell a little strange. Maybe.” 

He quickly grew distracted again as he reached forward and grabbed two apple slices in each hand. The glaze smeared his fingers and chin as he devoured each of them.

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Color Quiz!!

Take this quiz and find out! It’ll have you check off all traits that you think apply to your muse, then calculate a color.

Tagged by: @godstarved

Mikail: You are Pale Turquoise 

Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well. Your saturation level is low - You stay out of stressful situations and advise others to do the same. You may not be the go-to person when something really needs done, but you know never to blow things out of proportion. Your outlook on life is bright. You see good things in situations where others may not be able to, and it frustrates you to see them get down on everything.

tagging: @victorianteatime @lxnalee @resignedfaith @exorcist-of-the-stars @prospere-risu @viiorels @edelweissmage

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{ Since these promos get around faster, could you like/reblog if you’d like to interact with a French angel hunter who: 

Considers that an actual job. 

Made a deal with a demon called ‘Shade’ who really just wants to screw his life up. 

Doesn’t understand modern day kids. 

Is Chaotic Neutral. 

I’ll check out your blog and probably follow !! }

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