#{c;philip}

[bellamy--scott-blog]

@philipdwyer

Coffee. Coffee was so freaking needed she couldn’t fathom going another hour. The full moon had been amazing, sure, but now she was sleep deprived and craving her french vanilla latte. She was in a rush and hadn’t given much of a glance toward the staff as she waited in the line. “French vanilla latte. Bit extra sugar though-” Bellamy relayed the order as she rummaged in her mess of a purse for her money and put a few crumpled bills down before her eyes found the man’s. A moment of deer in headlights and she felt the urge to quickly flee. Oh hell no. “Well...hello again. This is weird.”

[annabellegraillet-blog]

{ @philipdecapet }

 It was a small wedding, only her friends and a few of Philip’s too; due to the plague, it was decided to hold a small ceremony. she wore a simple wedding dress with a satisfying length of train trailing behind her. it wasn’t like she had imagined her wedding, again, but it was not bad given the circumstances —and also that they had to hurry due to her supposed pregnancy.

she walked down the isle, holding her bouquet of flowers, catching her friends’ gaze and smiling a little. her smile hastening when she reaches her husband-to-be. she kneels with him to the altar, too, whilst the priest begins the ceremony.

[annabellegraillet-blog]

{ @philipdecapet }

With her dress torn and dirty, covered in soil and leaves, her hair a mess with leaves and small stones in between her tangled locks, Annabelle rushed through the hallway to her and Philip’s chambers. Since her first plan had failed, she had to find another way to secure the favor of the man that she was to marry. With the help of Amphelice, keeping an eyes out for any passer bys, Annabelle had done this to herself; she had fallen and rolled to the ground in the woods, she had torn her dress and messed her hair, she had Amphelice slap her a few times with all her strength and she had thrown herself again tree. Pushing the heavy door open, she rushed inside, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes found Philip and she sobbed and cried as she rushed to him, falling to her knees and hugging him.

[annabellegraillet-blog]

{ @philipdecapet }

She shared a look with her good friend, Amphelice, as the Commander rose, a small, satisfied, smile graced her lips as he walked out of the Grand Hall. She took a sip of her wine while observing Philip’s reaction, closely. “It is a lovely celebration, don’t you think, my love?” The countess inquired.

[annabellegraillet-blog]

{ @philipdecapet }

Hearing the door opening, Annabelle slowly turned her head to look over her shoulder, a calm smile forming on her lips. “I was not expecting you until later.” She told him with another smile as she turned around to fully face him. The plan was simple and clear and she was definitely not going to back out now. “I was just about to have some tea,” the countess spoke again, her voice soft. “I am glad you are here and I won’t have to drink it on my own.” She added, not giving him an option. Annabelle moved gracefully to the small table and poured them each a cup. “So, how was your day?” She asked, realizing that he was still looking at her, she thought fast. “Oh, honey, I left the spoon with the tarts on that table, can you please bring it to me?” Annabelle asked, a sweet smile on her lips.