#cptnpoldark

[archive-storytelers]

temptation incarnate. those were the only words her brain could scrape together under his gaze to describe ross poldark. that, and tall, dark and handsome. two tired clichés she'd always considered herself well above. she liked pretty, elfin types right out of fashion magazines, with wispy blonde hair. ross's hair was pitch black. and messy! not artfully tousled, but like he hadn't bothered to brush his hair before coming here and her fingers itched to comb it. to be sure, she wanted to mess up those curls herself, but, the desire to put him together was just a midge stronger.

ross was not her type. not by a long shot! so why, oh why, oh why was she following him into the maze? / @cptnpoldark

[storytelers-arc]

“i know you like when i admit that i was wrong.” - for dwight!

“I take no special pleasure in that.” he lied with a sweet polite grin. It was such a rare occurrence (him admitting being wrong -- Ross was often wrong) that Dwight had no choice but to bask in the feeling, knowing it would be a long while before he would get this pleasure again. “And will you apologize to George?”

paramore sentence starter • accepting • @cptnpoldark​

[gachcuid]

@cptnpoldark requested a starter from demelza poldark

She grows more and more restless as the months go by. At least, she often thinks, he knows now. At least there is no more hiding. He knows, yes, but it does little more to convince her that he is pleased. Her heart continues to ache for Julia, and likely always will, but it does nothing to close her heart to another child. Little matter if it did, for one was coming nonetheless, whether she or even he likes it or not. She tries to keep busy, wanting to distract her mind from all thoughts of Ross not wanting their babe, as well as him not wanting her - but distraction grows more difficult as more instructions are given by him to Jane Gimlett to take more duties away from his wife as she grows ever heavier with child. 

A particular sullen day it has been, when he finds her playing idly on the spinet as a means of occupying herself when all the duties still allowed to her are done. When he appears in the doorway, she looks to him and stops playing. “I hadn’t thought you’d be back so soon,” she says, knowing he and Henshawe had been out doing some more investigating about Wheal Grace, as ever. “I’ll stop playin’ if you have matters to tend to.” 

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“Thank you for the dance.” it had been excruciating, “It was very nice.” Catherine could usually start up a simple conversation with anyone, her sweet demeanour putting people at ease. But she could not say anything; every time she raised her eyes to make a remark, her throat choked up. 

“Shall we... head to the supper room?” of all of the dances! He had to ask her hand in this one?

wild starter call I @cptnpoldark​

[gachcuid]

@cptnpoldark​ requested a starter from morwenna chynoweth

It should be a happy day, is all that she can keep thinking. The day she should be celebrating her little son alongside friends and family. But all she can think of is the pain and the fatigue and how differently this had all been to the ideas she had dreamed of in her head only a year ago. As guests return to their home, she finds a seat in a quiet corner and fluctuates between hoping this ends soon so she can rest, and hoping it never ends so she needn’t be alone here again. She keeps John Conan upon her knee, feeling agitated on the few occasions when well-wishers or his grandmother take him from her, but he is with her when a familiar face comes to speak to her. His attendance in the church had not gone unnoticed, for seeing Ross Poldark’s wife had only made Morwenna long all the more for the thought of Drake, but she is keeping him safe by staying away. It was for his life that she became Morwenna Whitworth. 

“Captain Poldark,” she says with a slight smile. “Thank you for coming today, and your wife. It has been nice to see some familiar faces among the many guests,” she says, hoping the number of guests seems a reason for her fatigue. 

[aleximedicusa]

@cptnpoldark​.  /  𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻.

“ i cannot thank you enough for your hospitality, captain poldark. if i had known that such a storm would blow in this evening, i would certainly have started off for london in time to escape the weather. you are kind to play host for the night. ”

[simplylooknorth]

@cptnpoldark​ said:   ❝ you’re lucky that i found you when i did. ❞

        Despite the truth behind his words, Carina bristled a bit, if only out of a stubborn desire to pretend that she had required no assistance.  She certainly hadn’t asked for it.  Surely, if left to her own devices, she’d have managed to find a way out of her predicament, though thanks to this man’s interference, they would never know for sure.  “ I had the situation perfectly in hand, ”  she groused, dusting off her dress.  There was a long pause as she eyed him curiously.  “ Who was that man?  You appeared to be familiar with him. ”

[dreckzel]

               [   @cptnpoldark​   ;   caroline   &   ross. ]        ❝   I take no pleasure in saying this but…I told you so.   ❞

PROTECTIVE SENTENCE STARTERS (PART 2)

𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒  𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍  firmly  landed  upon  him.  ❝  Lying  does  not  become  you,  Ross  Poldark.  You  are  taking  great  pleasure  from  this,  I  know.  For  I  would  be  too,  if  the  situtation  were  reversed.  ❞  She  might  have  ran  from  Cornwall  to  escape,  and  live  within  the  hustle  of  London  but  sometimes  plans  do  backfire.  The  Penvenen  sighed  loudly,  before  she  slumped  into  the  chair  by  the  fire.