#beatricebaticeer

[sniickets-blog]

       ‘  BEATRICE .  ’  her  friend’s  name  is  a  SIGH  on  kit’s  lips ,  relief  &  happiness  coloring  her  expression  briefly .   ‘  i  hadn’t  heard  from  you  in  a  while  —   i’d  begun  to  fear  the  worst .  ’   and  after  lemony’s  disappearance  (  DEATH ?  )  kit  doesn’t  think  she  could  bear  that .

for @beatricebaticeer

[choosehero-archive]

     he feels the panic — familiar and awful and perfectly dreadful in every way — choking his throat again. for a few moments — just a few, perfect moments — they believed them. he could see it in their eyes: a look he dreams of seeing in every horrible place he’s found himself since his parents perish in the terrible fire that destroys their home. and then it’s over again. he looks around, searching for trust and belief and sympathy and care from before; he can barely even see it in justice strauss now. he holds back tears well enough during the testimony, though he chokes once or twice when talking of uncle monty and olivia, but they begin to pool and threaten to fall now. justice strauss tries to settle the crowd, but she is unsuccessful — until another witness throws open the doors of the denouement hotel.    //    @beatricebaticeer  /  ♥’d  ;  open 

[rhythmofwar]

@beatricebaticeer (from here.)

     beatrice glances down at her mobile.

oh, she’s playing a dangerous game.

        [ text; ] but what if i did?

He stares at the reply for what feels like hours. She can’t have-... 

When he finally remembers how to breathe, his fingers move faster than he has ever typed before, tapping out the first response that comes to mind.

               [text] Do you think this is funny?

[vfdlibrarian]

@beatricebaticeer liked for a starter!

“Beatrice?” the hour was late, and the day had been long, and it was past curfew at Prufrock Preparatory school, so Dewey Denouement was not supposed to be sneaking around, and he certainly wasn’t supposed to be going into his friend’s dorm, but as someone who was training in the art of staying in the shadows, Dewey assumed he could consider this extra credit.

“I found the slides for the zoetrope. Do you still have it?” 

[woolfcried]

          ‘darling, have you seen my SPECTACLES? i could have sworn i just had them.’ having spent so much in his youth in dark corridors and trying to read in the dimmest of light, it hadn’t done much good for bertrand’s eyesight. it especially didn’t do much for his PERCEPTION, for he had left his reading glass perched on the top of his head where it was plain to see for everyone but himself.

@beatricebaticeer

[sincerely-ernest]

❛     what  have  you  done?     ❜

CRIME  BASED  SENTENCE   PROMPTS  .

Ernest was shaking. He was quivering like the flame on his light (HIS lighter) in his (HIS) hand. He was scared. He was alive. He was god. He was playing with fire.

His eyes met the whites of hers, and everything was amber. The world felt HOT, but he couldn’t tell if it was his cheeks or the paper that was burning. The blood rushing to his head left everything red, white, hot, powerful. Right now was the worst moment of his life, and yet for the first time he felt like he had control. 

“Something NEW, Bea.” E. smiled. His smile was empty. He was not. Ernest was terrified.

[alfunccot]

⛓️

@beatricebaticeer

Bitter truths, like bitter pills, are usually hard to swallow. A bitter truth is that getting caught like this is a terrible way to be defeated by your enemies, who seem to stop at nothing in order to get information. But the hardest thing to swallow is your own blood, and Olaf winces in pain, spitting it out on the floor.

Yet, he doesn’t think himself defeated – not yet. He gave them nothing but a bloody smile and a couple of hoarse-voiced jokes, or at least he had been giving them that until the dizziness prevailed. It feels like some of his ribs are hopelessly broken. 

Being tied up to a highly uncomfortable chair, when you’re on the verge of losing consciousness, doesn’t help the situation in the slightest, but it does help him stay awake by causing even more pain. He can feel his fingers grow number as he tries to loosen his restraints. It was the viscount’s own stupid audacity that brought him here in the first place – why would he chase a dangerous enemy alone? That wasn’t part of his field mission or of his plan. But then, Olaf thinks, drawing a sharp, shallow breath, if it were handcuffs, he would be able to escape in no time if he tried dislocating his–

“Bea!” he wheezes at the vague figure before him, scarcely recognizing a very familiar damsel.

[sebaldcoded]

beatricebaticeer replied to your post ““Stealing, of course, is a crime, and a very impolite thing to do. But...”

wow gustav burned her harder than the manor fire

not to mention her aim is the reason he’s dead