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[2/4/16, 2:28:42 AM] ♔ sara: is it the modern one I JUST REPLIEDT O [2/4/16, 2:29:31 AM] * francis de baelois.: kicks at dirt [2/4/16, 2:29:47 AM] ♔ sara: oh m y god [2/4/16, 2:31:11 AM] * francis de baelois.: JUST KNOW WHATEVER HAPPENS THIS IS NOT THE END I IMAGINED FOR US

#{ GUYS TUMBLR USER COMPROMISEDKING IS A MENACE }#{ /HOW/ DO YOU REPLY SO QUICKLY }#{ weeps softly }#{ psa don't write with sari unless you want pain & lots of drafts }#{ except do because it's the best thing you'll ever do }#compromisedking #( ♛;; out of french court. )#x

compromisedking:

his hand grabs the pack she’s offering him, yet it stays there, suspended in the air, as he looks at her. completely enraptured by her words, francis is absolutely sure that his features have STUPID written all over them. ( because he’s acted like a jerk one second, then tried to redeem himself at the next one. exactly the kind of guy he has tried to avoid being. FIGURES. )

with a shake of his head he feels the previous impatience drain from his body, only EXHAUSTION remains. &, strangely enough, not an ounce of annoyance follows the laugh that comes out of her lips, but another, more throaty one.

’ it probably is. sorry again, by the way. keeping us all under the sun is a KILLER, & sometimes it can affect our mood.

but i’m fine, i promise. ’

the bag is now hanging at his side, eyes scanning the field behind him for a few seconds. people are going home, but this girl is not. she must be waiting for someone, he realizes. why not keep her company, then?

’ do you mind if i sit besides you? ’

he does not wait for her approval, instead letting out a heavy BREATH & plopping down on the bleachers. being this tired is not unusual for him, not after a day of studying & running. & what waits for him at home is not exactly making francis want to MOVE.

an air of nonchalance in place, the weigth of his body resting on his ELBOWS, & he’s ready to talk to her.

‘ so, what are you doing here? i haven’t seen you around before. ’

He’s staring. Granted she is still the newest addition to the school ( & city ) but it differs from the stares she’d gotten her first weeks. He’s looking at her as if he’s only just seen her for the first time. Before she can say something to break the silence or to ask him just what it was he was looking at, he speaks. The corner of her lips quirk up in a half-smile. ❛ It’s fine, don’t worry about it. ❜ He looks back at the field she’s facing & she can practically hear the unspoken question. She doesn’t answer him though. Let him wonder, or at least ask aloud. The question he does ask her however is not the one she’d been expecting. Brows raise again ( & higher still when he provides his own answer, taking a seat beside the spot she had been sitting at mere moments ago. ) ❛ Doesn’t seem to matter does it? ❜ It’s said in teasing manner, for she doesn’t mind. She follows suit, joining him on the bleachers, leaning back on her elbows so that she can see him better, head canted to the side. ❛ I thought you said you were in a rush. ❜ & he finally does ask the question & she provides him with a roll of her eyes. ❛ Waiting for someone. She takes forever to dress out. ❜ Kenna — all about appearances. She looks down at her own skirt & blouse briefly, fingers instinctively smoothing the hem of her skirt the way Kenna always did before answering. ❛ I’m also new. Sort of. It’s been a few days. I think I’ve seen you before.

— I’m Mary. ❜

#( v;; everything comes with a price — even wealth. especially wealth ♛. )#compromisedking #compromisedking3 #long post for ts

❝ I promise you, I will let no one, not Elizabeth, not any usurper, take my country from me. Since I was a babe, I have been a Queen. Since a child, I have been alone on foreign soil. I know how to keep my life, my crown & I will. ❞

#independent roleplay #independent rp #independent reign rp #reign rp #independent mary stuart rp #{ idek wtf to tag }#( ♛;; & the queen approves. )#{ she doesn’t /really/ I mean it’s a self promo }#{ YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DOES APPROVE OF }#{ this freaking graphic }#{ made by the one true bae ofindomitablewill }#{ bless her soul }#( ♛;; out of french court. )#self promo for ts #{ y'all should write with me so it’s not just sari here *wink wink nudge nudge* }

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illegitimateborn:

On behalf of F R A N C E, I’d like to apologize for the plague, famine, and religious violence.

#( ♛;; & the queen approves. )#{ does more than that lbr }#{ go forth lovely it's /bash/ }#( ♛;; out of french court. )#x

sovereiiign:

head bows towards queen mary, such swift motion accompanied by a corteous smile. how many times he’s practised it ! it looks pure & innocent & genuine everything he is not. ❛ i believe i have heard rumours about your KINDNESS & BENEVOLENCE as well, your majesty. they have not been deceptions, just like the ones that proclaim your beauty. ❜ he straightens up, a crooked smirk washing away his previous expression, pale fingers clasping in front of his poised body. ❛ ah, i see you have also heard gossip that concerns my person. it is something we royals have to deal with after all, isn’t it ? ❜ white teeth flash briefly, amused at the reputation he’s built for himself. a lie, a mask. no one truly knew what the MONSTER underneath flesh looked like, & if they did, they would not be alive to spread such tales. left hand raises, as if to stop her from talking. ❛ like i said, i do not mind the wait, if it is spent in such good company. i am only here in representation of my father he wishes for me to strengthen our business ties with the french, & that can wait. ❜

He’s all things royals are supposed to be — he’s courteous, he holds himself the way a royal should, & flattery spills from his tongue like sweet wine. Yet something about him was different. Clearly he was a man that demanded respect, but it was a different kind than that which she saw in Francis. There’s a smile playing on her lips at his words, for it’s been so long since she’s felt welcome, since she’s felt like the Mary she had been at home ( or even in convent. ) She has played many roles in France — ward, ally, but her most recent one felt more like that of an UNWANTED GUEST than the Queen of Scotland, than a friend, ( than their son’s betrothed — if they chose to honor their promise, which Mary was beginning to doubt more & more with each passing day. Scotland needed them & what were they doing? Nothing. ) ❛ I can’t say that I’ve heard of such rumors, but you are kind to say so. ❜ She nods at his query. ❛ Indeed we do but fear not, for I put little stock in rumors. ❜ Brows raise at his bold gesture, though there is a small smile on her lips ( she has missed being in good company, spending time with someone simply because. ) Yet she is reminded of her country once again ( she never truly forgets ) & her smile wavers. ❛ I’m afraid I’m not the good company you seek. I am flattered, truly, but today has been rather long & I think it best that I decline. I can however talk to the king so that he can receive your audience sooner, if you’d like. ❜

#{ this mary is so cute she's like }#{ all innocent & c u te & poor bae ha s no idea }#{ like I kept having her be all suspicious but /honestly/ she wasn't }#{ she always wanted to believe the best in everything & this makes me sad }#sovereiiign #sovereiiign1 #( v;; a queen untouched ♛. )

compromisedking:

’ mary wait! ’

he runs after her, CATCHING HER ARM to prevent her from walking any further. she cannot leave now, not when she knows so little & thinks so WRONG of him.

’ i promise, it’s not what you think. please let me explain. ’

She hates that his touch alone is enough to have her halting her steps ( it’s instinctive, she hadn’t even meant to ), hates that she wants to believe him, hates that she had been such a fool for believing him in the first place. She doesn’t meet his eyes when she finally speaks, voice low. ❛ Just answer me one thing — did my family’s company have anything to do with this? ❜ She can’t even say it — with us.

#compromisedking #compromisedking9 #( v;; everything comes with a price — even wealth. especially wealth ♛. )#{ wow I hate my modern verse name but }#{ winks @ }

compromisedking:

his most rational thoughts have escaped him, chased away by the dreadful words falling from her lips: they toy with his brain, fogging it, shattering it, NUMBING IT. & for timeless seconds, he feels no pain, no fury absolutely nothing. ❛ what ? ❜ dull bewilderment soon fades, washing away the lethargy from his soul, blue eyes widening when the true meaning of her speech makes itself known. ❛ do you understand what you’ve done ? ❜ his tone contains the blazing wrath that tarnishes hollowed veins, a perfect symphony of heartbreak & grief ( for who would he have trusted to never betray him but MARY ? ) as white canines flash. ❛ this whatever it is you’re planning, will destroy my family ! you are changing the course of my nation, & because of what ? a P R O P H E C Y ? ❜ strangled laughter bubbles at the back of his throat, only to be transformed into a choked cry. ❛ why are you doing this ? is this damned vision an excuse to marry my brother ? is that what you’ve wanted all along, mary ? ❜ & although he understands the pure ridiculeness of his question, the anger is too heavy, too suffocating to even THINK.

She watches as realization dawns on him, as her words slowly start to sink in ( like a knife. ) She almost doesn’t want to see it, wishes she could just turn on her heel & simply leave. She knew what she was doing, what she was giving up, she also knew why & what exactly she would lose if she did otherwise ( if she listened to her heart & simply closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around him & choosing to NEVER LET GO. God she wanted to. ) But she has to stay, has to watch, because not only did this make it real, but this was pain dealt by her own hand, she had to be here, he deserved that much. ❛ I had to. You know why I had to. ❜ She swallows ( the words she wants to say, the words she can’t say, her pride, her pain — all of it & simply listens until he is finished. ) ❛ It is a prophecy I believe. A future I can’t bear. Tell me you wouldn’t have done the same if the situation had been reversed. If it were my life on the line. ❜ Tell her what she’s doing was right, that the pain she was causing wasn’t in vain. It’s the sound of his laughter ( a sound she had loved so ) choking off into something else that nearly shatters her — he’s showing her weakness, it’s no longer just anger she’s seeing, it’s something else ( something much worse. ) Eyes WIDEN at his words, words catching in her throat ( for she had expected anything but that ) as she’s rendered speechless. It takes her a few moments to find her words ( & they’re still not the right ones. ) ❛ You don’t mean that. ❜ She knows he doesn’t. He can’t. He can’t believe that her LOVE had been false, that anything she’s done had been for anything but that love ( yet the hurt in her voice is ill concealed. ) ❛ All my life I’ve been told that we were to wed. I have known no other & after my return to France I have wanted no other. ❜ I won’t ever want another.

#{ kill me now I thought I was going to be so short you'd be offended }#{ SARI WHY DO I ALWAYS DO THIS }#{ WHY DO YOU ALWAYS MAKE ME DO THIS }#{ also lowkey I nearly made her say ye }#{ like damn straight that's what I want you saw right through me is that what you wanted to hear }#{ but then I thought you might kill me }#{ but you'll stil probably kill me since I made this so gd long }#{ rip me }#compromisedking #compromisedking8 #( v;; a queen untouched ♛. )

so I really want to interact with more of the fantastic people I follow, but I don’t? know? how? mary is a difficult muse in that sense, & she’s not exactly a muse I can randomly toss starters from, you know? so, with that being said, would you maybe like this post if you’d be interested in figuring something out? I’ll probably message you via the IM feature, unless you prefer otherwise ( or even better, you should IM me. )

#{ it's just past midnight but I've been at work & uni all day }#{ & it feels like a waste to sleEP NOW that I /finally/ have some time to myself }#{ that & I'm made up of caffeine more than anything else rn }#{ ... because I forgot lunch & have had a coffee & ... three & ... 1/2 cups of tea }#( ♛;; out of french court. )#{ also my icon = me because this muse makes me nervous because? }#{ she's so different from my usual }

compromisedking:

mary speaks in clear desperation & stands in his way, but his legs carry him one step away from her, for he’s not CALM enough to be close to anyone ( oh, but he would never hurt HER ! even in such a dark moment, her safety is the most important thing more important than his own country, & he curses himself for letting this happen. ) or anything. brown, pained eyes, however, are what slow his heavy breathing, what cools down his raging blood & the plea swimming in their depths. he swallows hard before phrasing his question, lips unintentionally curling with the wrath that’s possessed his very soul ( & he tries, he tries so hard to control the anger in his voice. it is a weak, futile attempt not to scream in the face of her grief. ) ❛ what does that mean ? what doesn’t my brother know ? ❜

❛ I was going to tell you. ❜ She sees it, dark eyes watch as he starts to see her instead of see through her. There’s a searing ache in her chest when his eyes meet hers, for just as he sees that which she does not speak aloud, she sees the pain, the anger ( the betrayal! ) ❛ You weren’t supposed to hear it from someone else. ❜ To see was one thing, to know what the cause was ( she was the cause, she had hurt him! ) was something entirely different. ❛ Francis, he doesn’t know. ❜ She is aware that she’s become a broken record, but she cannot put into words what she has done. She knows what she’s doing is right, but to see the FIRE in his eyes, in the fists at his side, in the way his lips curl as he speaks — she’s not scared of him, she can never be, but she’s scared for him, of what she’s done. ❛ It was my doing, my idea. ❜ The bitter taste of the words she’s left unsaid nearly choke her, & so she finally speaks them. ❛ I was the one who proposed marrying Bash. ❜ Her voice lowers as she softens her words ( as if to soften her blows. ) ❛ This isn’t his fault. ❜

#( v;; a queen untouched ♛. )#{ *mary voice* come back to me }#compromisedking #compromisedking8

compromisedking:

the doors to his chambers open yet he doesn’t look up instantly, desperate madness hosted inside hollowed veins, moving quickly through his body towards his heart. right hand is clenched in a tight fist ( too tight that he can almost feel his skin ripping. ) as he stares first at the broken porcelain on his floor, then at the source of noise. & there she is, eyes wide with worry, with GUILT. never has anything hurt more than betrayal; his BROTHER’S betrayal, & mary’s, too. it stings & it burns & it poisons him with a song of fury he’s never felt before. violence engraved in his drowning brain, francis spares her only a glare, moving towards the exit. ❛ i do not need your explanations i’m going to see bash. ❜

He doesn’t even hear her as she walks in, eyes don’t even see her ( they’re a MILLION miles away, seeing right through her — how odd, once-warm blue now feel like shards of ICE. & yet ice does not burn the way he does. ) The broken s h a r d s on the floor finally make sense ( that noise she’d heard had not been her world crashing down, it had been real. ) ❛ No, don’t. ❜ It’s out of her lips without proper thought, & just as instinctively, steps are taken so that she is before him, in his way ( between him & Bash. ) Though there is no query that can be heard in her words, it’s there — in her eyes, in the way she stands before him ( please don’t ) ❛ He didn’t. ❜ & yet he’s still far away, too far. ❛ Francis listen to me — Bash doesn’t know. ❜

#compromised #compromisedking8 #( v;; a queen untouched ♛. )

The look of satisfaction etched upon Catherine’s features had caused her heart to drop before the words had even been allowed to properly sink in — Francis knows. The realization felt like ice water being poured upon her, causing her heartbeat to quicken & dark eyes to WIDEN in horror. He wasn’t supposed to find out like this! She was supposed to tell him, he had deserved that much. She doesn’t even bother with another word for Catherine, frantic steps already headed towards his room, an unspoken prayer upon her lips. She doesn’t even remember to knock. ❛ Francis — I can explain. ❜

#compromisedking #compromisedking8 #( v;; a queen untouched ♛. )#{ i'M so rUSTY }#{ what are wORDS }#{ how does one Mary? }#{ no scratch that how does one do the typing thing? }#( ♛;; starter. )

*casually kicks invisible dirt to avoid making eye contact* hi hello everyone it’s been a while hasn’t it? too long honestly. so yeah I went on a very long & super intense trip literally the day my finals ended. I just got back about a week ago & have been super sick but now that I’m feeling better ( & sari’s back lbr ) I would love to get back into the swing of things! while I do some clean up & figure out what’s going on, please feel free to approach me either via the IM feature or my ask. I’ve missed you guys a ton, honestly, I hope your holidays were fantastic as that’s nothing less than what you each deserve.

#( ♛;; out of french court. )#x

bed wed or dead conde bash & francis

#{ honestly I come back after god knows how long & this is the first thing in my inbox HONESTLY }#{ I mean are we taLKING CANON OR CRACK BCUS? }#{ I suppose she killed francis according to nostradamus }#{ ... she beDDED? conde? }#{ & .... ALMOST WED BASH? }#{ man this is what I get instead of character development questions }#{ I love it }#( ♛;; dear sara. )#( ♛;; out of french court. )

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#{ my presh little angel }#( ♛;; photos. )#( ♛;; heart of a scot. )

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Your muse notices my muse is looking exhausted. Send "Are you sleeping okay?" to check up on them

#( ♛;; memes. )#( ♛;; out of french court. )#x

compromisedking:

in her eyes there’s too much DOUBT, in hers & in his, too. it spills from what had been clear stares ( now they’re shadowed with the PAIN they’ve been put through; they carry GUILT & GRIEF, more than two people should feel. ) & into the deepest parts of their SOULS, tainting blood, turning it from RED TO BLACK inside hollowed veins, tainting their hearts with unwelcomed fear ( one that’s settled comfortably in the MISSING SPACES life has ripped away from them. ). his left hand twitches. he wants to reassure mary, for she might not know the truth that in no world would he be able to refrain his body & mind from LOVING HER. cruel ( yet undeniably real. ) words he has uttered, yelled, whispered at her, if only because he had been HURTING. & humans are SELFISH, & he has been, too, as the monster they call JEALOUSY buried its claws within him to never let go.

( she had been HURTING, too. how could you ignore that? )

perhaps he simply did not care.

no, he did, he DOES. he would ALWAYS care for her. he was just BLINDED by his anger, & maybe he still is, but the everlasting LOVE he felt for mary, even though almost exterminated & buried underneath ashes, would always be STRONGER. so his low voice is GENTLE as francis speaks, this time not waiting more than one heartbeat. the bags under her eyes speak for themselves, the way her arms wrap around her small frame make her seem painfully small, WEAK ( everything he knows her not to be. ). & once again the BURNING DESIRE to feel her against him, just like before, just like in that OTHER LIFE, ignites. ’ did i not bring you wood today? ’ remorse floods him, how could he forget? there’s a SIGH, followed by his blue gaze finding hers at last. ’ i’m sorry. it must have slipped my mind. ’ mary’s smile is returned by his lips lifting upwards ( does it seem forced? it’s been so long since he has SMILED, yet the fact that it’s HER in front of him softens his features bit. ) & his hand gesturing vaguely around the room. ’ not INOPPORTUNE, simply surprising. you are welcome to stay, always. ‘

He is KING, he is a man with burdens upon his heart & an entire country upon his shoulders — & yet, the mere mention of her discomfort & his mind makes the leap to the information she had decided not to share, her mention of the cold had been her way of an explanation for the way she held herself ( fingers wrapped around her frame, as if trying to keep herself WHOLE. ) The King of France had so much to do, her firewood should have been the last thing on his mind — & yet it wasn’t. Suddenly, the night doesn’t feel so cold, the distance between them doesn’t seem so much ( for she has taken a few steps towards him, not entirely aware of doing so. ) ❛ Don’t be. I’m sure the King of France has far more important matters to attend to than bring wood for me. ❜ It is a weak jest, her way of letting him know she was okay, her way of wishing to keep that smile ( however wrong it looked paired with such pained eyes ) upon his features, for it had been so long since she’d seen it!

He had forgotten, but what she had come to realize the moment she had opened his bedroom door ( once their bedroom door ) to see him, eyes so far away, was that the lack of wood had been an excuse. Why she was here she could not quite put into words, but she was here, was she not? — & he didn’t want her to leave ( it’s what she heard, in not so many words. ) She provides him with a grateful nod, eyes searching the room for a place to sit ( for surely that would make this a little less awkward ). Eyes linger for a moment too long upon the bed ( their bed ) before she makes her way towards the fireplace, taking a seat nearby. ❛ Can I help with anything? ❜ She asks, head tilting in the direction of the papers she’d taken note of earlier.

#compromisedking #{ ok but if you think of bringing wood as some like sexual innuendo }#{ this thread becomes hilarious }#{ ... or at least a tiny bit less painful? }#{ no? }#( v;; long may she reign ♛. )#compromisedking7

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❛ i think eternal in time, of colour undone ; debased, i am, the beauty’s stride. felt for scarlet, the tip of an artists brush, for passion & ardour as gentle as me. i stand with sharp edges unlike a blade, unlike male reign on & the unforgotten horizon of moonblood. i am the devils breath ; torrid, unfurling & taken in persephones cursing ire. you’ll think of my beauty stilled by discord & my throat, lovely ; open to the jaw of the wolves.i will be unforgotten in thick aspen. deathless as my time. ❜

#{ jay is my favorite }#{ honestly }#( ♛;; & the queen approves. )#{ 10000/10 sara approved as well }#( ♛;; out of french court. )#x

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