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April Screenshot Challenge:

Day 28: Together

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Day 4 - Ashla [Sheila] (Fuzzy Animals)

Ashla has a cat, she pets the cat                                    Puts a spell on the cat, a beautifully cat                                                   Ashla has a cat, she pets the cat Yeah the beautiful cat says sheila sheila

                                                    Ashla has a cat, she pets the cat     Puts a spell on the cat, a beautiful cat She takes the cat, looks him in the eyes                                                             Makes him reply Ashla Ashla

Oh most gracious of beings                                         Oh most gracious of beings my queen                                     I'm yours to command                                                                                      Yours to command I'm yours to command Ashla Ashla

Day 4: Fluffy Animals

Song: Sheila by Morphine (filked)

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𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

Gabriel Marco de Silva y Castillo has and always will be an angel in Alicia’s eyes. How he had put up with such a young and stupid version of her in their youth is beyond her but she had always thought fondly about her best friend. As she grew a little older and she saw him less and less due to his travelling their meetings felt charged with something unspoken, though she could not quite understand herself at the time. Reuniting with him in Paris was rocky and strange. So much had changed in eight years, yet somehow there is a part of her that always knew she would see him again.

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮

At sixteen so many of those around her treated her like a woman already. She was betrothed to a man many years her senior who sought out her hand in marriage quite suddenly one day and being the youngest girl in the Romeo Majoral household, she accepted. Alicia was almost to be Mrs. Fulgencio Damián Agramonte Carballar were it not for the absence of her supposed-to-be spouse on the day of their wedding. There she was left at the altar both torn but glad. She wept at her shame but internally rejoiced at her freedom. She still thanks God he ran off with her dowry.

𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓶𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷

It was the first time she had experienced the feeling of falling head over heels for somebody. Javier Raul Reyes Gayoso, a man whose name still causes her heart to flutter even if it is now only in memory of what once was. He was the first person to make her feel beautiful and not just say it. She felt they were two halves of the same soul - the type of love she had only read in stories up until that point. They were going to spend the rest of their lives together, she was sure. Sadly for Alicia she was blinded by her first real love who had only used her only to propose to another girl in town. Her heartbreak fuelled her need to leave it all behind.

𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓘'𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓪𝓶𝓪𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓰

Of all of her loves, the person Carmen has had a most tumultuous relationship with is Alicia - herself. So much so she formed a new identity for herself in Paris and start from the bottom again. Whenever somebody asked about her past she weaved a perfect story. She was raised with dancers in Spain, travelled far and wide, Carmen Moreno needed no home. Yet sometimes when she has a little too much to drink, or when she is by herself late at night she misses the person she once was. She misses Barcelona. Then again, Carmen is so much easier to be than poor, naive Alicia. She rises above the rest to be Paris’ finest exotic dancer - a serpent, a phoenix, a Queen.

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Gabriel Marco de Silva, The Critic : A Mood Board

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14th February 1914

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It was getting close to half past eleven at night when Anthony eventually got back home. He had a bouquet of flowers in his hand he had kept with him most of that day. Marie from the restaurant had bought them on his behalf to give to Mathilde but it had inadvertently become such a long day they were already beginning to droop.

“Je suis rentré.” He announced as he pushed the door behind him closed. There was no answer, but it had become fairly normal for his wife to be out somewhere without mentioning as it had for him. After shrugging off his coat, the flowers were placed upon a table as he made his way down the empty corridor towards his study.

To his mild surprised he saw Mathilde on his sitting chair with a leather bound book in her hands - he couldn’t quite make out what the title was.

“You’re home.” Slender fingers closed the book softly before laying it on his deep oak desk. He answered with a nod before making his way towards her.

“You’re in my chair.” He gestured, casually as he closed the distance between them and placed his hand on the back of the less grandiose chair across the table.

“Oui. Sit down for a moment, humour me.” A faint smile tugged at the corner of her lips for just a moment before Anthony gave into her request.

Both of them were silent for a moment. Husband and wife. Wife and husband. They shared a glance and Mathilde opened her lips, taking in a deep breath, swallowing hard. Anthony knew quite certain what it was she was about to say.

“I think we had a good go at it, right?”

He could see her biting her bottom lip, a little nervous habit she had had for as long as he could remember.

Silence again. The man had thought about this situation before, dreamt up different scenarios of how it would all go. Strangely, he had never thought about it happening quite so calmly. 

Perhaps he did not know his wife as well as he thought he did.

The talk was short, business-like. Mathilde was sat opposite him in his chair that towered her and yet suited her like a throne. Tears were shed from her face but it was not pain that caused them; they traced the curves of her cheeks in relief.

Anthony could not have said how long they spoke for but it felt like seconds compared to the time between his eyes last lingered on her familiar yet foreign face. He had reached out for just a moment as she walked past him, their fingertips brushing for just a split second. There was nothing. Of course there was nothing.

He remained on the chair whilst he heard the sounds of what he assumed was her packing up some of her things. I will phone to sort out the rest. The words skimmed by his head, not quite entering his mind as he remained still.

When he heard the front door close, he hadn’t so much as moved an inch, merely remaining with his hands clasped in his lap and his back hunched over just slightly. He eventually stood to his feet, taking him back to the corridor.

There remained the flowers, the petals wilting and sad.

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April Screenshot Challenge:

Day 30: Flowers (Challenge done!)

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April Screenshot Challenge:

Day 29: Rain

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April Screenshot Challenge:

Day 26: Funny