#brockethxll

[ohyoungmonarch]

“I thought you’d be gone by now?” (mod lord m & vic pls)

caroline would probably be home, that’s why he probably sounded like that. the crashing thought of suddenly remembering she was pregnant… and this would never work out. nothing would work out. regardless if caro and george broke it off, she’d be back and victoria would be a nothing. she’d be the thing that will had briefly. it probably meant nothing.

this fucking pregnancy shot her emotions. it was not easy. pressing in her head, beating every good thought with a bad one to counteract any potential good. he had no idea, she was still hiding a pregnancy well enough and maybe it was time to leave his view for awhile. 

it was like her entire mind shot around in so many ways and nothing could calm her down. luckily, vic played herself cool on the outside. brushing her hair to the side, she watched him carefully. maybe he sounded a little clipped and her emotions were too thick to think clearly enough to not sound terse in reply. she spent a few hours before leaving because she thought it would be a good quiet time. reflection. maybe she took what he said to heart, he probably didn’t mean it like that. this child had her in such a fit of confusion, her emotions misplaced or dropped all on the floor to cause such a vulnerability. maybe what he said was a reminder on why she couldn’t love him, but she did anyway. caroline didn’t give a fuck and she loved william lamb so much.

brushing her hair back from her face and shoved her macbook into her backpack and threw it on her back and shook her head. “yeah well, i can leave, if you want.” her body felt like sheer fluid on the inside at her own biting words, like her words bit like acid. her entire being hurt. maybe she shouldn’t have been such a bitch about it, but everything felt a flurry of emotion. she held her mouth for a moment and felt like she was going to puke, but groaned like it was just the flu. easy out to the moment, if he asked.

[queenviictoria]

@brockethxll   ||  cont.

    William did not realize he had her pressed up against the wall until she uttered her words .  They had met ,  crammed in the hallway at the back of the plane ,  her coming from a small bedroom and him coming from a bathroom next door .  They danced around each other ,  trying to avoid getting too close – ignoring the tension of sharing the same tiny quarters for the better part of her royal tour .  Too many times had hands ,  arms ,  and legs brushed against each other since they seemed to always sit close to one another ,  the nature of his job as her secretary demanding him to be with her most of the time .  Some nights he dreamt of the many times he had to lean over her shoulder so close that he could smell her perfume ,  sometimes the shampoo she used .

    His hands held her shoulders and his eyes bore into hers ,  searching her face for the true meaning of her words .  His jaw was set in an attempt to ward off the temptation to press his lips against her own just as she requested .  His eyes glanced toward the cabin of the plane where the rest of their team was located .  No one had chanced to look back and see the situation that was brewing behind them .  This was highly inappropriate ,  he was not only employed by the young queen ,  but he was more than twice her age with a history that no respectable woman should be involved in .  He simply shook his head ,  daring to open his mouth and hoping it would not betray him .  ❛ I do not think you know what you are asking ,  Your Majesty . ❜

BREATHLESS,  SHE  PEERED  UP  him,  waiting,  coral  painted  lips  parted.    His  hands  kept  her  pinned  against  the  thin  wall,  his  pressing  her  there  accepted  without  question,  blue  gaze  blown  wide  with  desire.   What  a  trial  the  trip  posed  to  her  with  every  accidental  brush  of  his  body  against  hers,  the  bending  to  contort  into  tight  spaces,  on  the  plane,  in  the  cars...    It  seemed  as  if  they  could  not  move  without  meeting,  without  him  having  to  draw  attention  to  himself,  his  voice,  his  scent,  and  it  slowly  drove  her  mad.    Already  desperately  attempting  to  not  act  on  her  burgeoning  feelings,  the  constant  contact,  practical  intimacy,  battered  away  at  her  slipping  will.

EVEN  AS  SHE  FELT  unable  to  tear  herself  away  from  his  darkening  blue  gaze,  her  thoughts  fluttered  over  what  would  people  think  if  they  were  to  catch  the  two  of  them  with  locked  lips...    But,  almost  to  her  dismay,  she  found  she  no  longer  cared,  simply  too  wanting.    His  glance  away  stood  as  a  warning  of  his  refusal,  but  still,  her  heart  sank  like  a  stone  in  her  chest,  hurt  blossoming  in  her  soon  dropped  gaze.    Slipping  out  from  between  his  body  and  the  wall  with  ease,  her  whisper  practically  petulant.    ❝  I  know  exactly  what  I  asked.  ❞    Eyes  cast  to  the  grey  carpeted  to  the  floor  as  her  back  remained  turned,  the  attitude  slipped  off.    Replaced  with  all  the  yearning  in  her  being,  her  hand  reached  to  brace  herself,  stomach  churning  at  the  rejection.    ❝  And  I  want  far  more  than  you  simply  kissing  me  senseless  against  this  wall.  ❞    She  was  not  a  child.

[ohyoungmonarch]

in my head, i play a supercut of us. all the magic we gave off, all the love we haven’t lost.

[nikolacvna-archive]

❈ ✼ ❈     a starter for  @brockethxll

          there is exactly one way to interpret this event, and one way to celebrate it.   such joy has only been dreamt of by russia for the past two decades   ---  the first of their four lovely princesses, married away!   olga’s wedding is an international celebration, attended by dignitaries the world over...  and in the midst of the bustle, the excitement, the delight, tatiana’s emotions have not had the chance to catch up to her.   only after the vows have been spoken does that bone-deep exhaustion settle in...  and the  g u i l t  which comes with it.   her sister will be happy, of course  ---  she chose to marry the austrian crown prince, and olga never makes decisions she’s unsure of.  with her sister’s comfort guaranteed   ---  and her future in a foreign country  ---  tatiana has no idea why a piece of her soul feels as if it has broken off and left with her.   perhaps it is because olga, her favorite sister, her best friend since infancy, is leaving...  and things shall never be the same.  then again, perhaps she’s just tired.

        she does not allow her mask to slip until she has stolen away from the wedding party, slipped down an uncrowded hall and out to a balcony.  some fresh air will certainly do her good  ---  and this is all her mind is fixed on, until she catches upon a lone figure, standing alone at the rail.   it is too late to retreat  ---  she’s been spotted.

        immediately her reserve, so well-exhausted by the endless festivities, springs to life once more   ;;   a wall of ice forms between her and the stranger.    ‘  i’m sorry, sir.  i did not realize this balcony was already occupied. ’

[queenviictoria]

@brockethxll     ——    cont.

    The early sunlight filtered into the room through the window across from their bed .  William lay next to her ,  eyes closed but not asleep as his finger tips trailed up and down her side  –  soft ,  affectionate .  When he heard her talk ,  he let out a tired groan as he wrapped his arm around her torso and pulled her closer to him .  ❛ Maybe you won’t have to ,  ❜  he spoke ,  placing a kiss on her shoulder .  ❛ Would you fancy a trip to Brockett ? ❜  He should not be encouraging her to leave her duties for pursuits of pleasure ,  but he was not planning on truly letting her go that morning either .  Could anyone ever say no to them if she did want to go ?  Their time alone might actually do the crown some good ,  since an heir had yet to even be conceived ,  or thought of for that matter .  ❛ I am sure we can rearrange your schedule  –  the rooks miss you ,  my dear . ❜

                A  SWEET  GIGGLE  OF  CONTENTMENT  SLIPPED  from  her  lips  as  her  husband  drew  her  closer,  aqua  gaze  watching  how  the  orange  glow  grew  on  the  wall  as  he  kissed  her  shoulder.     Husband...  still,  weeks  on  from  their  wedding...  was  there  any  word  more  glorious  than  that  to  contemplate?    One  who  knew  so  well  how  to  please  her,  lips  turning  up  at  his  suggestions,  the  young  queen  flipping  herself  in  his  arms  to  face  him.          ❝  May  we?  ❞         A  delighted  smile  greeted  him  as  a  thumb  traced  the  lines  of  his  face.    To  get  away  from  all  the  hubub  for  a  few  days  would  be  delightful,  especially  at  Brockett.          ❝  They  miss  me,  do  they?    We  can’t  have  that...  ❞

[quietresistance]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU LOVELY drink up, because you can now <3

THANK YOU MY WONDERFUL FRIEND!!! I did.  I managed half a pint of ale and I went... eh, I’m good.  My cold was combining with the alcohol to make my ears feel stuffed so ha, no.  ALSO AMERICAN STOUT IS VERY BITTER (more than British stuff) AND I’M DISPLEASED.  But I enjoyed myself!  And the ale.

hey guess what?  IT’S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!  ||  accepting (weird thing to say XD)

[ohyoungmonarch]

brockethxll replied to your post: i’m back, bitches.

idk who’s more excited, me or lord m

get unexcited, william lamb. your pregnant ass wife says she hurts.

[sicilianrcse]

🎨 um yes pls <3

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