#* james open

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     “ you have got to stop following me around. ”   

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open: m/f/nb  plot: exes. make it trashy. make it angsty. make it both. idk. whatever your vibe is!

                      what seemed like a normal, good day had turned into something else the moment he saw the other he hadn’t seen in the last two years.  the minute they broke up that was it.  never saw one another again.  no facebook.  no instagram.  no real life in the flesh.  nothing.  he didn’t know what to do with the information so he got his cup of coffee and cursed himself for the fact that he woke up way too early and didn’t have to be at work for an hour.  did he really want to sit at the firehouse?  no,  that was why the plan was to stop by for a cup of coffee and sit there so he could endlessly scroll on his phone.  was he supposed to say hi?  he didn’t really know,  but found himself moving towards them regardless.  “ think you’re going to need a bigger cup of coffee. ”  and so was he.  “  since when do you even drink coffee? ”

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open: m / f / nb plot: historical vibes. james is king and arguing with your muse (spouse, paramour, secret gay lover, servant, etc. go wild.) 

                 what was meant to be an uneventful morning had james boiling with anger he usually managed to keep quelled below the surface. an even tempered man he found the shouting match to not be productive. without another thought he moved forth, grabbing them for a kiss,  rough and desperate.  at least until he felt their arms push him back entirely. certainly not something that was the wisest decision as he only ached to be solving this quarrel in an entirely different way.  “  and what is your solution? ”  the snark was heavy on the edge of his tongue,  watching with a heavy chest,  letting the other make the next move. 

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open: m/f/nb

         james doesn't think sneaking out of the formal event in order to take a smoke break is ideal. it's a habit he is trying to kick. no luck yet. he slips out the side door and puts a cigarette in his mouth as he loosens the tie that is threatening to choke him. he doesn't have much of a problem attending these events. he'd just rather be sitting in a pub grabbing a beer. just as he pulls the lighter out of his pocket he realizes that he isn’t the only one escaping. “oh, sorry. didn’t see you there.” 

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open: f / nb plot: arranged marriage. 

               james was not resistant to the idea of marriage. he simply had no interest in finding himself wed to anyone when another had his heart and his bed. the prince never had any desire to be one to have a reputation about him, one that made it seem as if he could not stay faithful to a wife. he was soon to be the future king if his ailing father had anything to say. the noise around him needing to take someone as a future queen even louder than prior. he did not feel ready, even if he knew he had to do what he was born to do. his younger sister had long been wed to another prince in another country. they had two children and assured the line would continue. instead he had another man in his bed for far too long. the man that kept his company for more years than james would ever admit to even with his closest allies died in the sickness that overtook the country. months passed only for him to feel less of an ache that caused his attitude to make itself known. the final word from his father had the bride chosen, the wedding done, sitting next to her at the feast in their honor. he only knew her name. they hadn’t met before the wedding. instead found their first true meeting to be at the altar. with the fork in his hand he pushed the food around the edge of the plate, entirely unsure of what he was to say to her. so he said nothing at all.