Star Shine

[neverparted]

An invitation was not what he had expected, though he did consider it. Their funds were already very LOW, and there were only two places they could transfer to. Neither of which were up to their standards. With a slight nod from his sister, he accepted the offer graciously, and the siblings left to get their things. They ended up staying in the same rooms they were in, and while Lucille unpacked only a few items, Thomas hung most of his clothes in the cabinet, and even changed one of the desks into his mini workstation.

Now that they were settled in, he looked for Hokulani, finding her and her cat nearby. Thomas smiled, taking out something small from his pocket.

                       ❝ She might like this. ❞

The sound of something winding up was heard, and as he crouched down, he placed a mechanical mouse on the floor. The gears within made the metal toy move in circles: an IDEAL plaything for a cat like Kalapana. It shot off before the cat could pounce, bouncing off the walls and into the next room.  

                                                               ❝ — thank you. For letting me and my sister stay                                                                       here. ❞

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The morning was spent sending the servants to return the trinkets and bobbles back to their rightful owners. Kalapana yowled and grumbled and sulked, as she often did when her fun was spoiled. Indeed, Hoku was scolding the feline when Thomas approached after he got settled in. She arched a brow, then watched in surprise at the small wooden mouse he produced. She gasped, reaching out to grip his arm boldly as the small thing took off with surprising speed. The cat seemed to have forgotten her bad mood as she sprang after it and disappeared.

“My goodness! That certainly wasn’t real. Where did you get it?”

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Okay, so. 

I’ve decided to archive this blog in a couple days, maybe sooner, depending when I finish setting up my new one, @starxshine. 

So, I mean. Yeah. If ya’ll wanna keep doing a thing. I’ll follow my baes again, but just so you know and arean’t trippin’ out about there being two Hoku’s like what the hell. 

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nvm gonna switch now see you guys on the flip side 

[stellaxlucere-archive]

Okay, so. 

I’ve decided to archive this blog in a couple days, maybe sooner, depending when I finish setting up my new one, @starxshine. 

So, I mean. Yeah. If ya’ll wanna keep doing a thing. I’ll follow my baes again, but just so you know and arean’t trippin’ out about there being two Hoku’s like what the hell. 

[neverparted]

                      ❝ The clay harvester, yes. You probably saw it outside                          the hall. ❞

It was the FIRST one he ever built, and he considered its creation one of the proudest moments of his life. The first was graduating from university at fifteen. The paparazzi may have painted him as a CASANOVA, but his academic record did prove that he was more brains than beauty. Or, at the very least, he was a fortunate combination of both. Thomas insisted that they stay for a while, even ordering their green tea ice cream for dessert, and a ‘cat-friendly’ sushi dish for Kalapana. 

He should have noticed the small group of reporters gathering outside the restaurant, but he was too excited at the prospect of another client to focus on anything else. Even as he stepped out of the restaurant, brushing a lock of Hokulani’s hair from her face, laughing at her comment about Mr. Topolino, and even opening the door for her, he was oblivious. And, on hindsight, giving the pesky paparazzi more AMMUNITION to use for a much-needed gossip article on how he had finally landed the woman of his dreams. 

It may have been harmless if the writer didn’t go on to mention that he had probably LIED that the company was still “going strong,” all for a chance to land a “mysterious, exotic gold digger.” But the article wasn’t set to publish until the next day, which left him in a state of blissful IGNORANCE. 

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“I did. It was cool looking; I even took a photo of it.”

Dessert was to be had, as well as a treat for Kalapana. Unlike him, she did notice the folks with the cameras, but did not really give them much thought, assuming they were there for someone else; it was a popular restaurant for celebrity socialite spotting. Thomas’s excitement had rubbed off on her, and she smiled up at him, not realizing just how much her expression would reveal. The tenderness in her eyes, the soft glow of growing affection. 

The sex that night was vigorous to say the least. It was clear landing a client left Thomas with plenty of energy, and by the time he let her rest, she ached in places she didn’t know she had. Not that she was really complaining, no; she’d sang his praises well enough... and loudly. Pulling on one of his shirts mid morning, she made a face in the mirror in the bathroom; he’d left his marks on her skin, her throat and her breasts clearly his favorite spots. 

She’d barely made it into the livingroom when Thomas seemed to come out of nowhere, still in his jogging clothes, and practically tackled her over on the sofa. She giggled like a schoolgirl between their exchange of kisses. Things were just getting serious when the door to the flat banged open with the force of a hurricane. Lucille stood there, the anger radiating off of her in vicious waves, a gossip magazine clutched in one hand. 

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At the beginning of the scene she has both her hands around his face (as you can see in the first gifs) and then she slowly moves her right hand on his thigh, while kissing him on the neck… and then moves it further… to reach his crotch area (which explains his face in the last gif) until he rejects her.

The NTlive didn’t show it properly so I thought you might be interested to know that.

[awesome-picz]

Proud Cat Mommies With Their Kittens.

[lordofelves]

@stellaxlucere

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This is what you get Thomas.

When you neglect your cute wife for your sister.

In the big creepy house.

Where the only other person not busy sinning is her maid. 

yeah i would’ve knocked him tf out too lmao

[akvela]

Yesssss!!!! Omg!

[babycakesbriauna]

@goodvibes-floatin

[alphasandassociates]

[thempress]

Can we talk about how ALL THE MEN sat there and let that woman be harassed while ever woman in earshot called his as out and finally one knocked him the fuck out.

[herwildamnself-deactivated20160]

Only women protect women

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You know... as much as I loved Thomas and Lucille and the horror of their relationship...

I genuinely like a ship between Lucille and Alan.

We know that Lucille’s issues aren’t so much her own fault as it is the way she was raised and who her parents were. Back then, there really was no way for her to go no contact with them, not like the options we have now. The physical, the psychological issues she has stems from James and Beatrice Sharpe, who had no goddamn business having children together in the first place as they clearly had their own issues. Now, I’m not saying she’s completely faultless. She’s an adult who makes her choices. But as much as we like to deny it, the past does have an effect on our future selves, for better or worse. 

I think, if having been given a chance, Lucille would have been able to heal. It’s been proven Alan puts others’ feelings above his own- he did not attempt to pursue Edith nor force his feelings on her when he realized she was smitten with Thomas. He’s clearly very intelligent, he’s handsome, and I think he would have treated Lucille with the kindness and respect she deserved. He would have been patient, understanding, and would have shown interest in her hobbies even if he didn’t really understand why a lady would be interested in collecting bugs.

I would have genuinely enjoyed seeing her, of all the characters, achieve redemption through love, because she had been denied it so long.

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...Would ya’ll be annoyed if I archived this blog and made another?

[neverparted]

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While they didn’t have sex this time, it was still the most fun she’d had in a bath since her mother bathed her so long ago. Thomas made her laugh. Made her feel. That same kind of excitement she got when she captured a photo she’d been waiting forever for, when the light and the atmosphere was just right. She might just very well give into his request to stay longer. 

As promised, Hoku drew on one of the few dresses she had brought with her for more than casual occasions; a bright flowy sundress type, which she favored. She even had a small purse. Somehow, she tamed her hair in time for them to leave and made Kalapana meow out a promise to be good.

They both arrived before the clients did – a good sign – and he browsed through the menu before a loud Thomas Sharpe! rang through the sushi restaurant. The Italian businessman looked a little out of place with his violently colored tweed suit and the mousy man at his elbow, hurriedly taking the briefcase from him. After being given a bone-crushing hug, Mr. Topolino turned to Hokulani, his eyes widening.

❝ And this must be…Lucille? ❞

                              ❝ No. That’s Hokulani. A friend of the family. ❞

The gleam in Topolino’s eyes made him feel uneasy; it felt like the man had sensed fresh meat.

❝ So you bring your amore to a meeting! Must be    serious. Does your sister know? ❞

Rather than give in to the blatant request for gossip, Thomas simply gestured for the man to sit. Time was spent waiting for the two to order, only for them to have the same food and drinks Thomas was getting. But if he expected the Italian to continue prodding him for information, he was relieved that they went straight to business. Even as their orders arrived, the two were still talking, with Topolino accentuating several sentences by banging his fist on the table. 

❝ Let me see the machine, and you have a deal!    Martin, arrange a date when we can visit the    factory. ❞

HOPE surged through him, but Thomas tried to remain calm. It wouldn’t do to lose his cool, and he waited until the two men had left before grinning. He didn’t expect to get this particular client, and the fact that he had wanted to see the harvester was a good sign. 

                                        ❝ — well that went extremely well. ❞

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Mister Topolino was as about opposite of the English as one could get, his emotions clearly out in the open. Hoku did not mind that in the least, though she was both relieved and annoyed that Thomas neither confirmed nor denied the Italian’s suspicions of who she was. A family friend, indeed. Luckily, conversation turned to business, and while Hoku wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, she still listened. She was fascinated by how her maybe-brother dealt with Mister Topolino’s... excitement. On the occasion when they paid attention to her, she answered questions both as vaguely and as truthful as possible and the pair of men across the table seemed to be delighted when she spoke in their native tongue.

As the Italians left the restaurant an hour later, she sipped her warm sake, watching Thomas. She hadn’t missed the way his eyes lit up when Mister Topolino said they had a deal, more or less. “What machine was he talking about? Is it for all that gnarly clay?” Her stay at Allerdale might have been brief, but it was enough to notice that the crimson earth practically oozed out of the place.

[neverparted]

                     ❝ Hm. I hope you don’t post them online. ❞

He exhaled slowly as she started unbuttoning his shirt, shaking his head at her clear boldness. Well, she certainly did remind him of his father’s aggressiveness sometimes. Thomas shifted towards her touch, setting her photo as her contact picture. He would have set it as his background wallpaper but Lucille tended to go through his phone whenever she got the chance. No SENSE creating drama between the two.

He held her hand and all but tugged her to the bathroom on the second floor. Somewhere between the kitchen and the stairs, he’d slid the shirt off her and hoisted Hokulani over his shoulders.

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While they didn’t have sex this time, it was still the most fun she’d had in a bath since her mother bathed her so long ago. Thomas made her laugh. Made her feel. That same kind of excitement she got when she captured a photo she’d been waiting forever for, when the light and the atmosphere was just right. She might just very well give into his request to stay longer. 

As promised, Hoku drew on one of the few dresses she had brought with her for more than casual occasions; a bright flowy sundress type, which she favored. She even had a small purse. Somehow, she tamed her hair in time for them to leave and made Kalapana meow out a promise to be good.

[neverparted]

                         ❝ Care to take them off? ❞

He slid his hands up her thighs, tapping almost impatiently. Thomas wasn’t in much of a hurry, but he liked to be well-prepared before it was time to leave. And with her wearing his shirt, he was stuck. Unless he wore another one and let her have that. Tugging the shirt further caused a button to pop out, and he sighed.

                                                                   ❝ Take a photo then. It lasts                                                                       LONGER. ❞

Thomas reached behind her and got his phone, which he used to snap a photo of her on the counter, hair all tousled and the shirt nearly unbuttoned to her chest. 

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“Oh, I plan to. Take many photos of you.”

As he took a picture with his phone, her hands went to the buttons of his shirt. One by one she undid them, teasingly slow, until the shirt gaped open, revealing all that caramel skin beneath it. Her hands ran over his chest, pawed at him. 

“You need to take a shower. I’ll join you.”

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Do you ever look at your blog and just get so disgusted with how cluttered and dskfgsdfg your tags are and just… BLARGH enough that you wanna just delete it all and start over? Cause that’s how a I feel. I dunno, maybe I’m in a funk. 

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[neverparted]

                  ❝ Good. You can give them to me and I’ll put them in                          my pocket. Call in a hostage situation. ❞

His gaze rested on hers briefly as he slid a grilled cheese sandwich in the microwave. If she thought that he would be too ‘gentlemanly’ to let that pass without a challenge of his own, oh she was MISTAKEN. His phone rang then: his secretary reminding him about the meeting that he had after lunch. Unlike other CEOs, his secretary was in her late forties, and, like Theresa, could be maternal when she wanted. He didn’t have to worry about her slacking off during work hours or her dissing potential clients by their appearance. 

After hanging up and finishing his breakfast, he set the plate and glass in the sink, before lifting Hokulani off the stool and on the kitchen counter, tugging at the shirt she was wearing. Which just so happened to be the one he was planning to wear that day. 

                                ❝ You’re wearing my clothes. Do you do this deliberately                                    to TORMENT me? ❞

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One moment she was sitting there, contemplating if he would let her take photos of him in just those shorts of his, because goddamn, then the next, she was on the counter. He lifted her as if she weighed no more than a feather. And well, wasn’t that just a turn on? She grinned at him as deep cleavage was exposed from his tugging. 

“...Maybe. It’s the first time I’m wearing a man’s clothes. I like it. They smell like you.” Her legs were spread as he stood between her knees dropped her hands to his hips. “You are so goddamn beautiful. I could look at you forever.”

[neverparted]

He, of course, pounced on her offer, all but INSISTING that she should delay her stay for several months. Or maybe a year, he’d stated in the bath. Or more, he added over dinner. Yes, he could be PERSISTENT when he wanted, and he wasn’t fully willing to let her go just yet. 

                   ❝ So I’ll be meeting a prospective client after lunch.                       Do you want to go with me, or do you have other                       plans? ❞

If she really was his half-sister, then she at least needed to know how the Sharpe & Sons mining company was run. Lucille knew how to run the company if he was ill, and he knew that it was best if Hokulani knew as well. Not too much – not until the DNA results were returned – but just enough for her to know what it was they did. 

Tugging the earphones off, he set it down on the kitchen counter, along with his iPod. He just came back from an hour of jogging, and he rocked back and forth a little on the balls of his heels. Brushing his palm down Kalapana’s silky back, he went over to the fridge and poured himself some orange juice. 

                                      ❝ And no, you don’t need to wear a dress. Not if you don’t want                                         to, that is. ❞

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It was clear, by how persistent Thomas was, that their encounter had been more than just mind blowing sex. It couldn’t be love, not this soon, but there was... affection. She felt it as well, but managed not to jump right out of the pan and into the fire. She would do a month, she’d promised in the middle of their bath sex, and if this thing, whatever it was, hadn’t cooled my then, she’d stay longer. She’d been planning on releasing a book once she had completed her backpacking, but... she supposed she could do one focused on England rather than various places. 

Hoku sat on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, a mug of coffee between her hands. They’d place the mattress back in Lucille’s room since they would be sharing a bed from now on. That was something Hoku would have to get used to as she hadn’t shared a bed with anyone since her mother when she had been a child. She sipped at her coffee, watching with an absurd amount of focus at a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his neck. She was wearing one of his white button-down shirts. And nothing else. 

“Not really, no other plans. I’ve just been catching the tub around and taking photos. I even got one of Sherlock Holmes! That was neat.” It was safe to say she read his partner’s, John Watson’s blog, obsessively when she got the time. Which she had plenty of, recently. “I’d love to go.”

He dark eyes glittered from over the rim of her mug. “And I’ll wear a dress. But I can’t promise I’ll wear panties.”

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Do you ever look at your blog and just get so disgusted with how cluttered and dskfgsdfg your tags are and just... BLARGH enough that you wanna just delete it all and start over? Cause that’s how a I feel. I dunno, maybe I’m in a funk.