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[thcrnsrose]

modern!au week + agnete aliise lundholm

comes from a wealthy af fam, originally from stockholm, sweden. they get their cash because they are owners of an airline and my babe, has her own fleet of private jets? u bet. anyway, she’s always known wealth and grew up pretty spoiled to be honest. the family has residence in sweden, france and uk –– but they were raised for the most part in england. a very affluent fam. socialites, of course. and well, have made a name for themselves. but what most don’t know is where half their money comes from, um excuse me did anyone say mafia? anyway, agnete has always tried to stray from that whole situation and turns a blind-eye at the stuff her family does. she actually has made a name for herself, as a fashion designer and girl be famous and what not. she also was model for a time, but she pursued designing better and girl be hittin’ fashion week and the like. anyway she actually married the son of the fam the lundholms wanted to destroy but girl be stubborn and fell in love w him, she married him and just recently had a son. like girl be multitasking rn, with a beb and trying to get things ready for the milan fashion week for the spring/summer 2019. she’s definitely the kind of mom who would go to pilates, hold a starbucks in one hand with her phone on her ear and her beb on the other arm. she also travels a lot, LIKE A LOT. oh and she also has a doggo called hamish and yes, he is instagram famous. doggo has his own pr team. ok goodbye this has been all, thank.

[thcrnsrose]

among the darkness, there would always be light  ––

small specks of hope, managed to thrive despite it all. even in the midst of chaos, life flourished, the cycle of life so ever present. death and life, hand in hand –– a balance was always to be had.

pain knocked on her door as the sun rose up, light illuminated the fabrics that dangled above. the tent the only home, they now knew. sharp, like a million daggers; coursing through her body with such force. its hint began back in the rubble and chaos, but what had been mild now became unbearable. worry, had first settled her mind, thinking of only the worse. that perhaps, she was to lose her child. it had been a bit unexpected, for the child was not yet to be born and fear filled every inch of her soul. 

but now, as she lay atop blankets, what was once a mere fantasy, slowly but surely became reality. she was to have her child –– now. it all became too clear as pain progressed, intensified with each passing second. morning chirps were opaqued by desperate laborious screams, they disrupted what little peace the night had brought. face flushed crimson red, as her husband held her hand, worry clear on his face. the blonde begged on her native tongue for it to all stop, but wishes weren’t to be granted so easily.

hours had passed and yet, she still held onto the others hand, grasping with such force that she didn’t know she possessed. her youngest sister, only stared horrified by her side with a towel in hand, drying the sweat that dripped down her forehead. a blur, it all seemed to be, feeling faint throughout it all –– a dream that was, and not at the same time. but piercing screams merged with high pitched cries. a new life gasped for air for the first time, and the world surrounding them fell silent. for a small fraction of time, there was peace. 

the infant rested in the arms of the woman who aided her –– sigrid. and pristine blue hues stared in both shock and relief at the small creature, as it desperately cried. tears fell off her cheeks at the sight, she was now a mother.

the exhaustion, though, was evident on her face. unnaturally pale, dark circles under her eyes. yet, she still had spirits to hold her infant in arms. a soft smile settled on her lips upon seeing him. fair skin, light hair, and rosy cheeks. cries ceased the moment he rested on his mother’s arms. it was such a foreign feeling, yet so familiar. 

it was then, that she thought of his name. the one her and eideard had settled with, if they were to have a son. 

        “my little euan andrej.” 

for the world was unforgiving and dark, a small glimmer of light settled in their world.