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❝ No I'm not going to don a kilt & play the bagpipes. ❞ Lauchlan Alistair Maxwell, Crown Prince of Scotland.

[ofnithsdale]

& cue the fake laughter.                             ❝Oh that’s funny. Yer hilarious, you are.❞

[ofnithsdale]

yourstrulyalesia

His fingers drum against the tabletop idly, throwing the blonde besides him a surreptitious glance. Under normal circumstances, he’d be as arrogant as ever,   making conversation with everyone else at the table perhaps. Considering he’s got absolutely zero in common with his surrounding company, Lauchlan is completely out of his element, However. ❝So. ❞ He nods casually, ❝How’s it going?❞

[costcllo]

❝ Lucky …  No, more like  smarter  than we   ever were. Funny how that works out. She’s   more  restless  than  the  both of us and yet  here we are.   All  because  she  covers her  tracks better. ❞

               A rare sight of welcome, he smiles softly, accepting                the gesture, by reaching to cover his cousin’s hand                on  his  shoulder  with  his  own and supplies it with                 firm pressure. 

❝ Not long? How do you figure that? ❞

[ofnithsdale]

He wipes an imaginary tear in response, chuckling out loud . ❝A real riot, that one.   Be sure to give her Hell from both of us when yer see her again. ❞                                  To say he’s  surprised  by his cousin’s                                 gesture  is an understatement. He swallows                                 in response, inclining his head in recognition                                 to it before he presses on. 

❝ Well,❞ Lauchlan shifts in his chair uncomfortably, ‘think fast Lochie.’ ❝ They can’t keep us here forever  aye? ❞

[mrhein-deactivated20150813]

Alesia smirked and leaned slightly more forward. “I don’t quite believe that, Lauchlan. I think you’re all games.” 

[ofnithsdale]

He watches her carefully, feigning indifference.                                       ❝ —Guess that makes two of us.❞

[mrhein-deactivated20150813]

She narrowed her eyes at him, tilting her head and raising an eyebrow.”I see how it is.” She smirked, folding her paper and resting it on her lap. Alesia met his eyes and didnt look away, in a way testing him “Two can play at that game.” She said, holding her stare.

[ofnithsdale]

Oh she’s a riot alright. He laughs, leaning back in his seat. ❝Never said I was playing a game.   I’m a hundred percent serious.            Among other things. ❞

[ofnithsdale]

Alesia;;

Her ears turned pink at the attitude she hadn’t realized she put into the statement. She quickly covered her surprise with a slight smirk pointed his way as she looked back at her newspaper. “No, but you have permission to sit beside me, if you must.” She said, a slight smile in her voice.

He laughs in response, deciding he’s not quite done having his fun.               ❝Nah come to think of it, I didn't                      really want to sit there. ❞ Getting to his feet, Lauchlan moves to seat himself on the opposite end of the room instead, giving her a cheeky grin. 

[queenmercurys]

Richard Madden and his magical eyebrows (requested by jac30lyn)

[ofnithsdale]

alesia;;

“What are you doing here?” Alesia questioned with an aggravated look on her face as she put her newspaper down with a huff.

❝ Last time I looked this was a free space.❞ Completely unperturbed he took a seat besides  her, chuckling as he went on.  ❝Why —you saving it for someone?  ❞

[ofnithsdale]

Little cousin;;

  Did the red accents in his brown hair really have to be   so  prominent?  Wasn’t the guilt he held day after day   enough?

      ❝ If I could put as much distance from the U.K         and myself, I would. Unfortunately,  it’s  Nels         who possesses that happy privilege. ❞

❝ Aye. She’s the lucky one then.❞ A harsh, barking laugh is ripped from his throat, reaching over tentatively to put a hand to Lyle’s shoulder, a brotherly gesture.                ❝Come on now. You’re made of sterner                         stuff than that. Not long now & you’ll be free                                                   of this hell hole.❞  He almost wants to spit on English soil, that Scottish finesse that runs in his veins far stronger than any gentlemanly demeanour. 

[costcllo]

 And there came the dreaded question. They hadn’t spoken about that day —  well — they hadn’t even spoken at the funeral. He had no words to offer the  Scots. He had no words to offer himself, besides those far worse than what  had just tumbled from his cousin’s mouth over a stubbed toe.

               ❝ Is that what I’m supposed to be doing here? ❞ 

 Maybe if he feigned a smile this would be easier. Maybe he would be able to  ignore the cadence with which Lauchlan spoke, so reminiscent of the person  they had both lost.

[ofnithsdale]

         He can see her, every time he looks at Lyle,          a lump forming in his throat. But however          difficult it is to remember his aunt, it’s Lyle         that’s lost a mother. That smile isn't fooling         him, nor, he wagers, is the one he gives in         return.                      ❝ You tell me. ❞

[sebastienchapelle-deactivated20]

Sébastien, slightly taken aback by the Prince’s comment, furrowed his brow. “I’ve unfortunately never been to Scotland, but to my knowledge, table legs are a worldwide phenomenon,” Seb said in a slightly teasing manner.

[ofnithsdale]

❝—Aye, table legs are.English table legs on the other hand are a different story. ❞ It's safe to say, the Scottish blood coursing through those veins loathes every inch of the country.

[madalinaofmoldova-deactivated20]

“Let’s just hope the headline is flattering—’Scottish Prince Bested by English Wall’ is probably not what you had in mind.” She said with a smirk, before faltering for only a second, “You didn’t break anything, did you?” It was poor form to mock someone who was actually injured.

[ofnithsdale]

❝& you’d be the first to give them an    exclusive interview on what happened    I’m sure.❞ That dry retort is followed with a grin, unable to stay irritable for long. 

❝ Break anything? Course not. Trust me,   I would've been swearing a lot louder. ❞

[ofnithsdale]

◢ mattheu;;                                       

“Well, some of it anyway. The weather’s certainly a little cheerier at this time of year, that’s for sure.” Mattheu glanced down at Lauchlan’s bare foot, the pinky-toe looking red and swollen. “You sure about that? I hate to say it, but that could be broken, man.”

❝I wouldn't know anything about that.    We’ve got two settings back home,     rain & extra rain ❞   He barely glanced at the injury, waving away Mattheu’s concern with a pat on the shoulder.  ❝  Don’t underestimate a Scot.      We’re made of sterner stuff then that. ❞

[princxsscelina-blog]

“Wouldn’t that be the coolest explanation? Personally I love your swearing, it’s so… colourful. In French, our words are just church words used in an upset tone.”

[ofnithsdale]

❝ well, it’s an art really. The swearing.     If you can swear like a sailor, toss a    log & wear a kilt you’re a regular Scot.❞   He cringes at the mention of his own  national dress. 

❝On second thought, scratch that last one. ❞

[rhinestoned]

“Wow, you took that like a champ”

[ofnithsdale]

❝I’ll take that as a compliment.                    Had fun watchin’ that did you Eloise?  ❞

[ofnithsdale]

◢ sebastien;;

“You sure? I’ve turned that corner dozens of times and feel like I need the emergency room every time.”

❝— You know, we wouldn't have this problem in Scotland.❞                 There’s a certain bitterness to that tone. 

[madalinaofmoldova-deactivated20]

“Your spectacular vocabulary indicates otherwise. Do we need to call in th Guard?”

[ofnithsdale]

   ❝Yeah. Call in the cavalry. Why not.          All eyes on me, who’s going to complain about that?  ❞