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💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

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But as for simple attractions, he is not proud to say @lcnewolf

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💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

I'm not quite sure I would call it a crush per se, but there's a certain princess that has been on his mind as of late...

And a crush from the past was Imre Crow.

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💀 two times my muse thought about hitting yours, and the one time they did. (xoxo sid)

14th November, 1793

The aversion had been immediate, reminiscent of some ancient feud that had followed them into another lifetime. His constant presence, his self-importance, his disregard for consequence, and, most grating of all, Irme's fascination with him. Conrad played along, suffered his company only because of their mutual friend, only because he feared if it came to a choice, he would not be chosen. Still, his fingers twitched when the man clamped a hand down upon his shoulder, grip tight. “Smile, Conrad. It’s a party!”

1st January, 1797

Peeling himself away from his place beside Sidney, Irme stumbled out of the room to relieve himself, leaving the two men alone. They sat opposite one another, the weight of booze pressing them into the cushions of their respective couches. Perhaps it was the liquid courage, perhaps it was the new year, or perhaps he simply couldn’t hold his tongue any longer. “He loves you, you know.” He said it matter-of-factly, his words slightly slurred. “He loves you... and you’re taking advantage of it.” He had thought to remain detached, indifferent, and yet as the words fell from his lips, Conrad could feel himself growing agitated. He leaned forward. “Do you ever think about anyone other than yourself, Wyatt? Ot is it simply your nature to regard people as-as assets? Advantages? Opportunities.” He stood, slightly unsteady on his feet, and increasingly irritated. “You’re a poison and if Irme--”

“If Irme what?” Conrad turned, finding the man in the doorway, brows raised expectantly. “If I what?” He repeated, louder now. “Go on, Conrad.”

But he found that he couldn’t, not with both their eyes on him, a united front. He swallowed, bile rising up from his stomach, acidic and laced with liquor. With one last murderous glance in Sidney’s direction, he took his leave, pushing past Irme in the doorway.

30th March, 1798

The wind cut through the layers of his clothing to nip at his skin, insistent. The rain did not relent for the gathering of friends and family as they stood in the mud, listening to the deacon recite the funeral rites.

Conrad was intoxicated. Heavily so. The prayers blurred together, the tearful face of Irme’s sister, and his mother blinked in and out of focus, but ever clear was Sidney Wyatt, looking trim and smug in his black coat. He could not be imagining the air of righteousness about him, could he? A barely suppressed smile? He had it all now, the business, the money, the partners. It was all his. And Irme... Conrad glanced to the hole in the ground, to the muck and mire. He saw red, or black more like, and surged forward.

“Amen,” said the gathering.

“You son of a bitch,” said Conrad.

Surging forward, he shoved the man apart from the crowd, and followed through with one good swing, connecting with Sidney’s jaw. He heard a scream, a scrambling, and then felt the weight of multiple hands pulling at him.

And there was Sidney Wyatt, straightening his jacket, smoothing his hair, watching as they dragged Conrad away.

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#conrad;meme #opp: sidney #and the plot thickens....

💭 Amelia + Lottie!

Amelia: Devout, compassionate, arresting, noble

Lottie: Disobedient, lucky, cute, adventurous

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💭 Ernest and Dot!

Ernest: Impulsive, intriguing, troublesome.

Dot: Bold, unwavering, eccentric.

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