#aquillawrites

[plcuvoir]

“you cooked me dinner?” (for alex & eliza ahhhh)

“i think attempted is a better assessment of the situation,” he winced, looking over at her from the sink where he was running water over the skillet to try to subdue the smoke that had inevitably filled the kitchen. eventually he let out a defeated sigh and left it abandoned in the sink. “i’m afraid that there isn’t much to salvage,” his voice sheepish as he turned to look over at her, his eyes immediately softening.

she will never not have this effect on him -- she warms his heart until it fills every single one of his veins and he’s just weak. she deserves things done for her, and alex has been in his own head for far too long to give her the things she deserves. this was a start -- a failed start, but a start nonetheless.

“it’s not too late to order out though -- what do you say?” he crossed the kitchen to her, taking her hands in his own as he smiled down. “or i could make pancakes. i couldn’t mess those up too much, right? actually -- no, let’s stick to ordering something, we shouldn’t risk it again.”

[plcuvoir]

“i had to carry you to bed last night, you were exhausted.” (from philip to theo eyyy)

theo frowned ever so slightly at his words. “really? again?” she had no recollection of any of that, but she hated how normal it felt to her. “god -- i’m sorry,” she mumbled as she moved closer to philip, pressing her face into his chest and letting out a long, deep breath. “you didn’t have to do that.”

sometimes she really hated how he always jumped up to take care of her because she knew she could handle everything on her own -- she always had. but then philip just walked into her life and at first she thought he acted like this just to annoy her. it was like he was some type of prince and she couldn’t believe people like him actually existed in every day life. but she was learning, slowly but surely, that even though she could do everything on her own didn’t mean that she had to.

but that was just philip -- her philip, always doing things for her just to make her life a little easier even when he was met with huffy resistance. theo was convinced she didn’t deserve him, but if she ever dared to say that, she knew he would go off on some new tirade that she wasn’t ready to hear. even moments like this had her heart clenching in a way that she had never really experienced before him that she didn’t know what to do if he waxed some cheesy poetry about how much he loved her. 

“but thank you,” she finally mumbled, tilting her head back to press her lips to the edge of his chin with a small smile. “this is more comfortable than my desk.”

[kazualbrekkuparchive]

🐕 (for daphne & pansy)

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

Pansy could tell that Daphne had, had a long day. She could see it in the strain of her smile even as she tried to pretend everything was alright, in the tired way she seemed to almost let herself collapse on the couch. She earmarked the book she was reading, turning to look at her.

She brushed her hair out of her face. “Who do I need to kill?” Pansy asked, only partly joking. Daphne laughed in response, letting out a sigh before leaning her head on her shoulder and Pansy could feel the tension seep out of her body. Pansy absent mindedly twirled her hair around her finger, telling herself that Daphne would talk when she was ready.

“It’s a standing offer, yeah?” She added after a beat, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her closer. 

 NONVERBAL RP STARTERS

[kazualbrekkuparchive]

🌸 (for vera & andy)

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

If she made a list of the things Vera hated most about England, the weather would be at the very top. After what seemed like ages (but had actually only been a couple of days) of relentless rain, the sun was finally out today. 

Vera had dragged Andy out for a walk in the vast gardens that surrounded the estate as soon as she had seen and Andy had been all too happy to oblige. Of course, it was practically the only place they could also be guaranteed some privacy so she wasn’t about to waste it. 

They had been walking hand in hand through the meandering paths when they passed a rose garden and Andromeda pulled her to a stop. The next thing she knew she was plucking a red rose and putting it behind her hair. “It goes with your hair,” she said with a mischievous grin and Vera couldn’t help but laugh as she pulled her in a kiss. 

  NONVERBAL RP STARTERS

[kazualbrekkuparchive]

[ jewelry ] (for daphne & pansy ayyy)

Pansy couldn’t help the knot in her stomach. Daphne was flitting around the room, surrounded by a cloud of perfume and chatting away. She was all laughs and soft edges and Pansy knew that a lot of it was simply to put her at ease, to distract her from the upcoming evening but for once her mind was focused elsewhere even in the presence of Daphne.

Everyone knew. She had relished this secret between them, it was where she felt the most safe. Her and Daphne in their own little world and Pansy couldn’t help but feel as if it hung on the very precipice, ready to crumble any moment.

She was accompanying Daphne to a gala at the Greengrass manor and though she had attended countless ones of those in the past this time they were going together. She could already feel the stares on their skins, the whispered words behind their backs and though Pansy couldn’t care less what anyone thought about them, it still left an itch under her skin.

She ran her fingers over the emeralds of the necklace her mother had given to her when she had turned eighteen when she felt a presence right behind her and was immediately surrounded in this sense of warmth. Daphne gingerly picked up the necklace from the velvet lining and settled it snug around her throat. Pansy swallowed against the sudden emotion as Daphne clasped it for her and a moment later she felt her lips over the sensitive spot on her neck. Just like that, Pansy’s relaxed leaning in her touch.

She looked at them in the mirror, her hair done in an intricate updo that showed off her neckline and her even lower back and Daphne looking radiant, her dress clinging to her curves perfectly. Sometimes the reality of this was still hard to believe but Pansy laced their fingers together and she knew that no matter what the night brought, they would come out of it together. 

❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .