diiscotechjuliet:
Run | Daughter
so we lay in the dark, ‘cause we’ve got nothing to say just the beating of hearts like two drums in the grey
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diiscotechjuliet:
Run | Daughter
so we lay in the dark, ‘cause we’ve got nothing to say just the beating of hearts like two drums in the grey
You mean that you encouraged the love of a man below you in rank. He found himself drawn into political intrigues he knew nothing about with enemies he’d never had before, because he found himself doing things he’d never contemplated- getting in deeper and deeper. Oh God, Bash. Yes. I walked this road first.
using those last 3 drafts as a way to woo me back onto mary tonight or tomorrow lmao. whEEZES PLU S that thread with kenna has mary distressed now oof.
♔ kenna.
A simple urge ran through Kenna’s veins, one to run to her friend’s arms and cling to every fiber of her being. Startled by her desire to keep herself locked away she knew it was only a mater of time before Bash returned and let Mary into their quarters, her will or not. Forcing herself to move from her covers she held her dress together, having not changed from her night dresses for quite some time. Unhinging the door and listening to it creak open a look of despair crossed her features.
❝How am I able to lean on others when I’ve caused the death of one I’ve held so dear. Pascal is dead Mary! Gone! If only I fought for him to stay by MY side he’d not gotten sick! He could have lived!❞
the turn of the lock had mary back on her feet more quickly than she had thought possible, her hand reaching out to press the door open wide enough so she might slip into kenna’s chambers and use her hip to press it closed once again after she was inside. whatever had kenna this upset NEEDN’T become common gossip for the rest of the castle. one look at her lovely dearest friend, from the state of her dress to the look of anguish upon her features, and mary’s own expression melted into one of SORROW as she stepped forth to wrap her arms about kenna.
“ oh, kenna---- it’s not your fault. you MUST understand that, alright? this was not your doing. the castle was in CHAOS, knowing the location of anyone near impossible. and i am so, so sorry for your loss. i know he was like a son to you, and he adored you so much. its not fair to have one so young be taken from you. “
♔ lady sansa.
❝ i cannot say why, your grace, but some would say it is a GOOD thing to only be surrounded by a few, good friends. that way, we know what people are T R U E friends for they will not flee when the rest of the flock is encouraged to. oh, i am so g l a d, and i promise to be a loyal friend as well. this city is far easier to endure when one has another to RELY upon. ❞
“ and i would find myself in agreement with those who say such. large groups of people always seem to cause more harm than good, be it to themselves or others. intentional or not. a smaller number of more INTIMATE friendships is more enjoyable, as close bonds grow with deeper familiarity of one another. and yes, such friendships are certainly more LOYAL as well. such is the type of friendship we shall have, lady sansa. so the keep might not prove to be terribly insufferable. do you ever venture out into the city, to explore and meet the common people? “
♔ francis.
“ i am not having FUN! how would you like it if your dress was a bit too TIGHT? if i can barely breathe, then i do not have enough air left to even laugh.”
yet his words are not accompanied by ANGER, only amusement shining in his eyes as he regards mary.
“ well, you are doing a fine job, my queen. i will remember this for the years to come - & perhaps return the favor if your CROWN starts to damage this humility of yours. “
a LAUGH finally falls from his lips.
“ but of course i am! i would never dream of honoring anyone else but YOU with the task of UNDRESSING france’s future KING. “
“ oh, HUSH, you’d grow accustomed to it eventually. try wearing a corset for a day, then we can discuss the difficulty of drawing breath. “
an outsider might mistake such stubbornness for bickering but the hand she extends to trail across his chest is playful, GENTLE, much like the grin uplifting her cheeks.
“ and just how do you plan on accomplishing that, my king? depending on what you have in mind, i shall have need to keep a very close eye on the crown’s effects upon my humility, indeed. i shall endeavor to be the most HUMBLE of queens. “
a younger version of mary, freshly returned to court from convent, would’ve had a face RUBY RED from such a comment---- but, for better or worse, she is no longer than young naive queen. instead she gives an amused shake of mahogany tresses, her fingers trailing down the line of buttons on his jacket as she takes a step CLOSER to him.
“ ---- good answer. “
The Frary that was.
New Stills with M A R Y
I want the same world as you do, the better one, and the only way to field it is together. We do greater things when we act as one, when we trust each other as equals. This is not a coronation for a King. It is for a King and Queen.
lays claim to all of my ducklings tbh.
padme amidala: MAIN, active
mary stuart: semi-active
tessa gray: semi-active
♔ light--wielder.
❝ Oh, this? ❞
Digits grip around his sword, taking it from the strap holding it in its place. & then, the blade ignites, illuminating the room with a blue light.
❝ It’s called a Lightsaber. ❞
“ it’s certainly well named. we definitely do not have ANYTHING akin to that in scotland or france. wherever did you get it? “
chestnut hues are colored with curiosity and perhaps a TOUCH of apprehension. “ why does it hum so? “
♔ bash.
“oh, without a doubt, Mary. though, I’m sure that it wouldn’t be the first sexual encounter you’ve walked in on – - not since you arrived at court at least. I doubt that you saw much of anything living at that convent.” Bash rolls his eyes slightly, pushes himself higher in his bed to sit upright, watching Mary with a wry quirk of his lips, “midmorning? ALREADY? No doubt my brother will have my head for missing our morning ride. – - - oh well, I’m SURE he’ll have amused himself.
you COULD have no shame, too Mary, if you weren’t so proper all the time & did you say something about food?”
“ if by ‘much of anything’ you mean precisely nothing, then yes. the convent was QUITE chaste, i assure you. i didn’t remember court being so---- amorous when i was younger. perhaps i was merely too young to understand, and too involved with playing games than court life. “
as he sits up further she cannot quite manage to stop her gaze from falling lower before the PROPRIETY ingrained in her encourages a sudden fascination with the tile design on the floor. tapered fingers twist together for lack of anything else to do and, oh lord, she prays she isn’t blushing. “ if he had pressing need of you, no doubt francis would have come and awoken you himself.
“ perhaps after i’ve grown more adjusted to court. its been---- challenging. more so than i expected. but yes, food. do all boys perk up so quickly at the mention of it? “
♔ francis.
“Hmm.. ” he teased a smile as he thought the offer & gave her a nod “As long as I get to spend time with you, nothing else matters”
initially she withheld the urge to playful jut an elbow at him for his teasing, but finding no pressing reason not to, she did it anyway, the music of a short laugh falling from her lips.
“ as romantic as that notion may be, a great deal of things must matter to us. it is the duty of being KING AND QUEEN. “
♔ visitor.
“I haven’t heard it called art before, but I’ll take it, thank you. — I don’t like hearing them jabber like that; it makes my head throb.”
“ its distressing to think how many would’ve just grimly endured it only to complain after. the fearlessness to be so straightforward might sound simple, but so few truly live OPENLY---- i think art fits such quite well. “
get to know me → [2/5] favorite relationships ↳ mary and kenna, reign
“She holds your hand as the stars fall and again as the world burns. You grasp her like a lifeline every time and ignore your hungering heart. Enough, you think, as you feel her fingertips soft against your skin, this is more than enough.” ( x )
I will take my life in my own hands, and I will not be bullied by you!