#contrecoeurs

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@contrecoeurs

{𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓}.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. Thomas wasn't a man that cared much about airs and graces, when he wanted something he wasn't afraid to ask, damn the consequence, though it didn't mean he didn't feel nervous about her answer. He wanted her, and often, what he wanted, he would usually get.

"I thought you'd quite like to buy another dress. One that's a bit more than three pounds." He took a drag of his cigarette, his blue eyes unconfounded as they weighed up the answer Grace would eventually give to him. The answer he wanted might not be so far away, and with a grin he looked down at her. "You want me to get down on one knee Ms Burgess?"

[bcbliophile]

@contrecoeurs asked:

[ mark ]   -   for my muse to discover that your muse’s soul mark is the same as theirs. ( from simon to daphne)

Everyone is born with a mark, where the mark is or what it is varies the redhead herself had a small gold colored flower on her right wrist. It had a matching one out there somewhere as did everyone, it was to show who your soulmate was. From the time she was little, Daphne dreamed of finding her perfect match, maybe a prince or a distinguished lord who would sweep her off her feet. Now that she was out in the Ton, she caught herself looking for it everywhere.

Who and how she discovered her match still baffled her, it had been moments after punching Lord Berbrooke for trying to take liberties did Simon appear. She had removed her glove so he could look at her hand and in that process she noted there, on his right wrist, was it's matching mark. " Well-- this complicates things" she managed, for once at a loss for words.

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@contrecoeurs / liked for a random lyric starter

↳ burning down the house , talking heads.

" ah, watch out. you might get what you're after. " devilish grin perks up the corner of her lips. " just hold tight. wait until the party's over. "

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@contrecoeurs sent:  you didn't. please tell me you didn't. 

                   ˜”*°•.      Clouded .  His  mind,  shrouded  in  fog,  drifted—lost  to  place  and  time. For  a  fleeting  moment,  he  could  not  tell  where  he  was ,  what’d  happened  these  seconds  ago .  His  gaze  found  Egwene’s—then  dropped  to  the  body  on  the  ground.  No.  Panic  stirred,  rose .  His  stomach  twisted,  a  cold  dread  blooming  within  him.  ❝ I -  it  was … I  didn’t  mean  to  do  it . ❞  It  shouldn’t  have  happened .  To  simply  tell  the  other  to  walk  away  had  he  wanted,  yet  he’d  lashed  out,  the  One  Power  tossing  them  away  with  a  force  he  hadn’t  controlled. 

He  made  a  step  forwards,  knelt  down  next  to  them  to  search  for  a  pulse .  He  was  fine.  He  hadn’t  lost  control.  He  hadn’t   gone  mad.  He  was  fine.   Trembling  fingers reached  for  the  other’s  throat.  A   pulse—faint,   but   there. Beating  beneath  his  touch desperately  clinging  to  life.   ❝ There  is  still  a  pulse,  you  need  to  help . ❞  For  wasn’t  it  funny ;  the  Dragon  Reborn  capable  of  bringing  destruction  and  death  but  not  salvation ?  No .  It  didn't matter at the moment. It was  fine .  Everything  was  going  to  be  fine.

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓. @contrecoeurs

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 - but the woman's bragging irritated her, especially in reference to the 'other women.' Beth knew how to push her buttons. "Get away from me." She shifted over, trying to create some distance between her and her girlfriend, kicking her hard in the shin (an honest accident)

"Sleep somewhere else." she huffed, pulling the covers over her head, though Frankie was unsure whether she would be successful in kicking Beth out of her own bed.

[magicallwomen]

@contrecoeurs / cont. from here.

She took the glass of whiskey from Grace with a grateful smile and put it against the blonde's glass, "To us." She replied. "I feel like you are more than you seem to be." Lizzie said, looking at Grace, it was as if she saw the other for the very first time. Lizzie always pretended to be more naive, nicer, than what she actually was. It was necessary to survive here, to have the men fancy her, not see her as dangerous.

"Be careful not to show too much of that strength inside you." The brunette warned her, "they will try to snuff it all out."

[magicallwomen]

“What would you do to survive when everyone else is your enemy?” from grace to lizzie

The question the other posed is asked to the wrong person. Her eyes turned harder. She has done everything to survive, has had to do everything alone from a very young age. "What makes you think I haven't already been through that?" The only kindness she has gotten in her live was from the Shelby family, especially John. "What would you do?" She sized Grace up a little, knowing that she had a very different upbringing from her own, but Lizzie knew, felt, that Grace would also do a lot to survive, maybe not to the same extent she had, but still a lot.

[magicallwomen]

“He is both the hunter and the thing being hunted.” from grace to lizzie

She looked at Tommy while she heard Grace her words. She took a long drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke out again before she looked away from him and to her. "I believe you are right," Lizzie wished that Grace wasn't, but of course she was. As much as Tommy always liked to think he had everything under control, there were so many people trying to drag him down as well. "If only he could see it for himself as well."