#bingley.

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Big fan of that bit in the 1995 Pride & Prejudice where Bingley says "I could see myself living happily in the country for my entire life!" and Darcy turns to him with a look of obvious distress.

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@timetear​ // charles 

“A very important day is coming up.” 

She leans close--too close to be comfortable, close like a police interrogation. 

“You have to tell me what it is.” 

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@timetear​ // bingley 

She calls Charles first at six o’clock, but she ends up getting his voicemail. So she calls again at 6 o’clock and one minute later, hoping for a result that doesn’t indicate Charles is more preoccupied by something that isn’t her.

“Are you going out tonight, Charles? Don’t answer that, because the answer is no, and I don’t feel like it is why. Can I come over? I want to see your basement theater again. And I’m hungry.”

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"this feels right and i’m letting it." OR "i will not tire of you." OR "don’t think of me like that." from you know who!!!!

keaton henson starters // accepting 

this feels right and i’m letting it. 

It does feel right, walking home arm-in-arm with Charles. It isn’t like her, but she’s grateful for the company and she’s grateful to have been able to persuade Bingley to leave the party early. 

She’s not used to things that could be described as serene, things that don’t involve looking for exits or staring somebody down or wondering when they’re going to leave; she’s even less used to hearing somebody articulate it. 

They’re at a crosswalk, her heels--graciously purchased by you-know-who--taping against the concrete below. She’s wearing one of his jackets, too, because it fit well enough much to her amusement and his flustered embarrassment. The cold air makes Bingley’s cheeks look rosy, his eyes ever-bright and his hair some impossible combination of windswept and meticulous. She doesn’t realize she’s staring until he says something. her gaze quickly turns to the red streetlight. 

“You’ll have to tell me what you mean. I thought you were afraid of the dark.”

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❛ Alright, you get three minutes and then you’re gone. I’m busy. ❜ bingley!

@timetear // the penumbra podcast starters // accepting

“You don’t sound like yourself, Charles.” 

It’s supposed to sound clinical, but instead Spirit feels–stunned, really. It’s hard to hide, how quickly her arrogance turns into meekness. 

“–I’ve been thinking about you? I miss you.”

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📱 for bingley!!!

five texts unsent one sent // accepting

UNSENT:

1. [ sms: c.b ] can u pik me up im abt 2 die or sum shit

2. [ sms: c.b ] miss u a lot 

3. [ sms: c.b ] omf deleet that pic rn i look so fucking ugly

4. [ sms: c.b ] wen is ur bday[ sms: c.b ] unrelated what do u want for ur bday

5. [ sms: c.b ] if ur sister looks at me like that 1 mor fucking time

ONE SENT: 

1. [ sms: c.b ] lets get food im broke[ sms: c.b ]  also miss u w.e

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❛ You don’t suppose we’re being followed, do you? ❜ from bingley!

the penumbra podcast starters // accepting

“Shouldn’t you know the answer to that? You’re the famous one, not me.”

Spirit’s statement implicitly assumes two dubious facts: one, that Charles is somehow capable to detect at any given moment when he’s being watched by a group of people who obsess over his social media feeds; two, that the sound of footsteps behind them comes from some Bingley-related controversy. 

Charles has no such ability (that we know of), and the footsteps behind them are those of somebody Spirit short-sold hard drugs to a week ago. 

“We should probably just go home anyways. Right.” She tugs on his shirtsleeve. “It’s late. And cold. Come on. Keep walking.”

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bingley and the icons!!!

send me your url and i’ll post 3-5 icons that sum up my muse’s feelings on yours // accepting