#firstprogeny

[carolinedearest]

@firstprogeny omg yes pls. like so fucking accurate i'm sobbbbbing

[ladamedemartel]

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[carolinedearest]

SUGAR DADDY.

         she had slept in his button up shirt and a tiny shred of what could           have been considered underwear. all of which, gifts from lucien.            his shirt, the expensive lingerie, the loft. it was all hers. it brought          a very greedy smile to cross her lips, pleased with herself as she          was. being a kept woman was such an UGLY way to say that she            just happened to have a very wealthy boyfriend who was generous.  

        she sat at her vanity, readying herself for the trip that lucien was            set to take her on. she was quite excited and it showed on her face.           curling her hair, applying her makeup, trying out her best SHOCKED         face for whatever surprises he might expose her to. there was always         at least ONE surprise with him. she heard the door opened and didn’t          bother to get up. “i’m in the back, baby.” before turning back. 

[ladamedemartel]

There was only one thing that Aurora had of her mother’s: a small handkerchief that she’d embroidered with lavender blooms that Tristan had given her.  She had been denied the countess’ jewels, her clothes, her trinkets.  Aurora wasn’t allowed to touch them.  The Count had ordered everything away.  Dresses destroyed, jewels were held on to, but remade so that they never resembled anything that her mother once worn.  Nothing that had touched the sanctified Countess could be given to the daughter that had murdered her.  Sometimes Aurora wondered if perhaps she had emerged from the womb with a knife in her hand and slit her mother open, given the way that her father talked about it.  

Her birthday was the Count’s favorite way to torture his daughter.  Lesser lords were made to bring her gifts, and when she was younger, she was forced to surrender them to her father.  Now she was forced to wear them.  Forced to sit and say thank you, all while everyone told her how much she resembled her late mother, and what a tragedy it was that the countess had been lost.  Her father made a point of telling her that she was only allowed to keep the gifts at this point because it would be noticed if she didn’t.  Aurora was to smile, and thank the lords, for their generous gifts, because, well, as much as the Count might have detested his daughter’s existence, if any one were to slight her, whether he liked it or not, it was a slight against the Count.  

Because it was her sixteenth birthday, the Count added a new layer of torment to his daughter.  A parade of suitors all carrying gifts, each one from a farther away place than the last, and through it all, Aurora had to smile and charm.  When it was all over, Aurora was finally alone.  She left her chambers, primarily to avoid running into Tristan, and returned to the great hall, where, at this time of night, she’d be left alone.  

Aurora curled her knees into her chest and finally let herself cry.  it felt so good to simply let it out.  Everything that she’d been forced to bottle up all day and simply let the tears take her.  It was a huge relief, like letting go of the tears that had wanted to fall all day.  She’d smiled, she’d curtsied, she’d received all the gifts that her father told her that she didn’t deserve but was only given because of him.  Everything she had was because of him.  It was times like this that sadness got the better of her and she simply let herself cry.        

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[freyatheeldest-archive]

@firstprogeny || meme (continued from x)

Freya looked over at Lucien and laughed, shaking her head at the man. “I am not afraid of my brothers but I am a touch concerned  about your well being, Lucien. I have witnessed the jealousy and possessive nature of my brothers for a thousand years, they are not nice to the boys like you who try take me on dates.” Blue eyes met his and she smiled. “Finn is back and he has always been the worst about this. If you think you can deal with Finn’s jealousy then I suppose I could give you your one date.”

[mystiicanatomy-blog]

@firstprogeny || continued from (x)

“Yes well the look on your face and the...placement of your hands is getting quite the rise out of them.” Freya told him, moving his hand up to the small of her back before starting to dance with him again. “Ater all that has happened though we do appreciate having you as a friend of the family. With all that as happened we seem to be short on friends these days.”

[littlewxtchaa]

continued from [x] @firstprogeny

Bonnie tried to not fidget when she saw him freeze at her request. She was so tired. So broken. That she expected rejection. That she expected him to leave her like all the others did. So when he looked back at her and she saw that surprise, she wondered what put it there. A surge of protectiveness rising up inside of her. She couldn’t find the breath for the words she wanted to say, so she nodded. And once he was close enough, she lunged at him. Her arms wrapping around his shoulders. Fingers digging into his shirt. “Stay, please just stay.” She whispered, knowing he would hear her. 

She still bore scars of the disease that almost killed her. The memories of her agency being ripped away from her by a curse that saved her life still haunted her. He’d helped her live. He’d helped her come back to herself. She couldn’t stomach the thought of him leaving. 

[littlewxtchaa]

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Slowly, Bonnie pulled off the soft gloves that she’d been wearing to show him her hands. There were huge scabs on them and they hurt like hell. She could feel her heartbeat in them. “Long story short, I was hiding from this thing called the Armory and a....friend of mine, he gave me these pills that hid me from locator spells. He didn’t know it was pretty much poison for witches. And...these appeared the other day.” She pulled her gloves back on, trying not to wince. They were very sensitive. “I’ve got about a week.”