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[shlkie]

on my cliffjen agenda or whatever. look he will dress up for her, he will even help her host events, he will do anything she asks... but let's make it clear that he's doing it because he's a man being told to by a beautiful woman and that's IT

a man who does what a beautiful woman tells him? i call that a smart ambitious (to live and be loved) man . . . and by math . . . that's a black out. she'll pencil them in for an august wedding next year, how does that sound?

[yourdisco]

@dayplayers asked : "sit. please." sybil + violet

FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS       / ACCEPTING .

unsettled by the changing times , violet is navigating the modern world and is doing her best to embrace change . it was difficult and jarring . sybil's guidance to her seat in the corner of the room was much appreciated . with a devastating war having ravaged through europe and so much death and misery to have claimed the village . . . downton was back to being a private house again . thank goodness , it was beginning to feel like a hotel . . . she wouldn't want to relive that again .

she gently clasps sybil's hand as she lowers into the armchair ; her rightful place and the place she felt the most comfortable . letting out a dignified sigh , there's pressure applied to her cane as she gets comfortable against familiar fabrics . ❛  i thought your nursing career was history and here we are , you nursing me in my old age .  ❜ she chuckles .

violet was exhausted with having argued with robert about sybil's plans to marry branson . despite her disapproval , she could see love between them and it was better to let her go rather than see her pushed into an unfamiliar place . deep beneath the surface , violet could be a romantic , after all before her late husband , she had many suitors and had great fun with the range of choice that fell to her feet .

❛  now , i have to ask . . . my dear , do you love him ? your father is very insistent that there's no going back if you follow through .  ❜ there's a slight sadness in her speech , robert could be stubborn but she didn't want him to say anything he'd regret and violet cherished family above anything .

❛  i want you to be happy , sybil . and , i will deny i ever breathed word of this , but i will support you if this is truly what you want ?   ❜ she takes her hand ; gentle and affectionate . violet's motives were always well intended , even if they did not appear so . her grandchildren were her legacy ; mary , edith and sybil . she wanted only the best for all of them ; happiness , health and love .

[yourdisco]

@dayplayers asked : "you look bored." sybil + violet

FIRST   LINE   PROMPTS       / ACCEPTING .

with the estate's future in jeopardy , violet couldn't help but interfere , she had her reasons for her meddling given the reputation of the crawley's name . vile gossip had spread in london about mary , and cora had confirmed the truth which shocked her to the core .

but now matthew had proposed to her granddaughter , which meant the reputation and longevity of the family could be secured . the drawing room was filled with dull conversation , not even isobel entertained her notions for small talk that would no doubt lead to a minor escalation .

it was her darling sybil that came to her aid , having stared at the clock on the mantle and allowed a deep exhale to leave her . . . it was all the indication needed to signal her disinterest . the soft vocals of the youngest member of the family landed on her eyes , like a smooth melody that belonged in a holy place . a small curve present on her lips , she adjusted her grip on her cane as eyes followed her until she sat beside her person .

❛  bored ? my dear , a woman is never bored . . . she's merely observing her battles from afar . preparing her arsenal .   ❜ she quips with ease , bringing a glass of brandy to her lips . dinner had offered little conversation and despite mrs patmore's efforts , it was rather lackluster . ❛  your mother tells me you're to have new dresses made for the season . what are the latest fashions these days ? perhaps something conservative or has society collapsed and we shall expect to be dressed as harlots ?   ❜ she groans at the mere thought of it .

❛  of course , this would happen under lloyd george's new england . . . a modern tragedy .   ❜ rolling her eyes , it was unbecoming to speak of politics but violet's opinions sometimes broke the constraints of british etiquette .

[soulmissed]

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chinese takeout. intersecting, blending voices. august was quiet, fork to noodle, relishing his meal. (his tumbledown backpack strapped along chair. too anxious to part with belongings.) copper gaze – cavern bags, candy cane bloodshot – shunts toward dash.

for all the unsaid, unmentioned ghosts behind his eyes, the kid was trying to fit himself into the parr household. “ after dinner, you wanna play a game of catch? ” he murmurs.

[shlkie]

“hey, happy birthday.” cliff can't be described as much else other than sheepish, shoulders hunched up by his ears and a faint, awkward blush at the tips of his ears. he hasn't celebrated anybody's birthday in 80 years and it feels like trying to fly a plane sitting backwards in his seat to do so now. “this is for you,” pulling his hands out from behind his back reveals a simple, store-bought birthday card and a set of shoe inserts. they're not anything fancy, just something he grabbed from the isle of the drugstore that he bought the card in, but, “my bets was wearing shoes all the time like yours and she'd come home at the end of the day complainin' about how uncomfortable they were. thought maybe these'd be nice for you.”

it’s not every day that a blush manages to break through the green hue and cover all of jen’s cheeks. she holds up one end of the flouncy yellow scarf over her face as she chuckles behind it, taking in cliff’s well done deckard costume. dropping the scarf, she takes both of his gifts with wide eyes and the most earnest and endeared of smiles. just the way the flier talks, well she’s kind of a sucker. he talks so fondly of his bets, so truthfully, and so old fashioned that it’s charmed her without any extra effort at all. 

“ how did you – thank you, cliff. ”  she turns over both the card and the inserts in her hand, observing them carefully. how did he know her shoe size? how did he find it in her shoe size? she kicks back a heel looking at the bottom of her shoe and then the inserts to compare. bending down, she places her empty palm against his cheek before delivering a soft kiss to the other.  “ i’m so glad you could make it. ”

[cind3rbelly]

❝ i say i'm good , but i might be in denial . ❞

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[fishercon]

❝ i'm not catastrophizing . everything's derailing ! ❞

↪ because i liked a boy — sabrina carpenter for @dayplayers