#chapter tbt

[txoubledtwxn]

@stcrk // bc  tj’s loud & we need the thingy!

                      there was a heavy sigh slipping past his lips , when tj looked around the room filled with ‘important people’ like his mother had told him and in the same breathe he was told to behave , like he’d do anything stupid in public ever again. now he was bored , rolling his eyes at the speech that was being hold right at this moment and he sighed , as he raised the glass with champagne to his lips and took a sip from it. once he spotted tony , there was a small smirk perking up on the corner of his lips , as he approached the guy. he did remember a tiny tony , barley two years older than tj and douggie himself and the twins were rude , teasing the other , because they partly did not understand what the older boy was talking all about. he made his way through the people until he stood right next to him and there was a soft chuckle , as he slightly leaned forward , so he was able to whisper in the brunets ear. „ wanna get out of here ? “ , he asked , knowing the answer already , because he was aware of how much tony hated those events.

[bcautymade-blog]

@bcastmade

               she took notes on her skin. she had ever since she was little. and then came the day when someone started writing back, as if she was writing to them. she made it clear that she wasn’t, but didn’t ever ask them to stop. after all, she knew what it was, had always been told stories. and she’d always dismissed them as overly romantic. but it was comforting, knowing that someone was there, that someone out there was hers. she’d never been possessive, but there it was.

             so it was interesting, taking a class on shakespeare when she knew he hated it. she took every opportunity possible to write quotes on her skin, just below the bend in her elbow. and he took every opportunity to violently mark through them. she didn’t really need the quote, after all, which had her smiling as she wrote, just beneath the black mark below the bend in her elbow, ‘ could you please stop erasing my notes? ‘

[bcautymade-blog]

@bcastmade​ keeps asking for starters

         she liked to imagine that she wasn’t typical nobility. it was, unsurprisingly, because of her father. her mother had been noble, raised to be a proper lady of the court. and then she had fallen in love with a common inventor. and everyone had told her not to marry him, but she did it anyway. which made a common inventor a noble inventor, and their daughter a strange addition to court. and then her mother had died. which left maurice and belle further on the outskirts.

         and yet, somehow, she had ended up as a friend of the prince. it started because their mothers had been close friends and so they were thrown together as children to play. and when belle’s mother had died, the prince had held her hand. and then, when the good queen had died, she had held his, too. they’d been doing that ever since. as the king attempted to mold his son into the same cold king he was, she tried to remind him of his mother’s goodness.

         ‘ fine. i’ll come to your party IF you come with me to the village. ‘