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{★} — "sweetheart, darling.. light of my life-- fire of my loins... please. let. me. in. my. own. home."

“Only by your word that you will stop secreting.”

#CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF IM TIRED OF SEEING YOUR GOO EVERY TIME YOU POUT #cowardisms #⊰ ✧║ ASKS. ∣ There Upon the Mountain A Voice Answered My Call ⊱

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( ♕ ) she takes a single step forward, face not cold and yet not entirely cordial. for a guest to be close to her apartments ( her workplace ), is anathema to her. ❛ ah--i beg your forgiveness, monsieur, but this part of the estate is off-limits to visitors. ❜

#{ v;; how does it feel with my teeth in your heart? }#cowardisms #( queue. )

SOPHIE WAS A good person; always followed the rules, never went looking for trouble, and yet, here she was employed as a cleaning lady for the horrible Wizard Howl, cursed by none other than the Witch of the Waste herself. It wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened to her. She supposed having her heart EATEN would have been a fair deal more traumatising, but she didn’t have to worry about that now. Now, her only concern was upholding the bargain she’d made with Calficer to break his contract with Howl. Howl Pendragon--among his many other nomenclatures--proved to be much more difficult to deal with than she could have imagined, and it had nothing to do with charm or attractiveness. No, Howl was--to put it simply--a BIG BABY.

Having fallen ill two days prior, Sophie might have been sympathetic to his plight if she was not under the impression it was his intention to make everyone in the Castle just as miserable as he. The sounds from upstairs went on endlessly; a great bellowing of complaints, honking into tissues, weak requests for fluffed pillows and warm soup and all other manner of excessive coddling. Even going so far as to shake and rattle the floorboards. It reminded her of Martha and Lettie as children, running Sophie ragged whenever one of them struck a fever. Sophie, by all means, had had enough.

She was halfway up the stairs when the floorboards started to rattle once more. With newfound determination, she threw open the door to his bedroom and fixed a stern glare on the man in the bed; like a child needing to be reprimanded. ❛ What is the MATTER with you? You’re driving us all mad! ❜

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#cowardisms #╳ ┆ᶰᵒᵗʰᶦᶰᵍ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵗᵒ ᶫᵒˢᵉ⋅ ( verse 02 )#she's gonna smother him with a pillow

plucks the hat off of her head and places it on his own head, 'have you considered making yourself a less mouse-y hat, sophie?'

SOPHIE HAS BECOME adept at tuning him out, which isn’t to say that she dislikes him; quite the contrary, she ADORES him--- something he, no doubt, reminds her of at every turn. Still, work must be done and she can hardly expect to get anything finished if she continues to succumb to every whine, every complaint, every fanciful whim that falls from his mouth.

She is deft with a needle, pulling the thread to and fro as she mends a hole in one of Mark’s shirts by the hearth. The afternoon has been peaceful for the most part, if only because Howl has been otherwise preoccupied with spells and remedies for calling customers. The calm quietness surrounding the Castle is all but shattered the moment Howl opens his mouth, however. She isn’t surprised in the least--- Howl never stays quiet for long. She deliberately ignores his approaching footsteps until the hat being snatched from atop her head forces her to look at him.

He looks ridiculous. There is nothing about the hat that suits him; for one, it is too small and for another, it is far too plain for someone as VAIN as he is. She frowns when he speaks, setting her work on the table. Sophie stands and snatches the hat from him, but rather than put it back on her head, she turns it over in her hands, considering. It isn’t MOUSY, she wants to insist.

If Howl had it his way, the hat would be twice as big and twice as extravagant--- with ribbons and flowers and all sorts of baubles and bits decorating it. Sophie is not one for extravagance; though she can admit, perhaps her hat is due for a LITTLE update.

❛ ---I happen to like my hat the way it is, horrible Howl, ❜ she says at last, nothing but teasing warmth in her tone. She leaves it at that, placing the hat on the table and resuming her work without further discussion. Yet, hours from now, long after the sun sets, he’ll find her in her room working on a new hat--- with blue, satin ribbon trim and small pink and white flowers tucked into the seam.

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