#fortuitoushost

[initiare]

Listen up @fortuitoushost, every inch of my rocking birb heart loves you to the moon and back.

[truechoice]

❛ i am greatly changed. i wonder you know me. ❜ love Emma (and she'd probably mocking the way he talks a little while she's telling the truth.

            was this a joke ? it felt like something that would be considered a joke. something that julian would laugh at or even perhaps dru, but mark stood there staring at the blonde for a moment before it finally clicked && there wasn’t an ounce of amusement in his features.  “  ---- i have been wondering the same thing, if i know you, emma. i have come to realize even those we thought were friends, that were dear to us will still lie to our faces while looking in our eyes.  ”

@fortuitoushost

[myricds]

      ❛  why are you even here, will ?  ❜   in her exasperation, tessa is astonished that her voice manages to come out in a steady and low tone, despite the way she’s screaming internally. and she might as well ask herself the same question ------why does she still seem to want to exist in his presence, when he so clearly despises her, if his actions are any indication.   ❛  if my presence offends you so, why did you seek me out ?  i can manage my way around just fine without you, thank-you-very-much,  ❜    a huff, and she ignores the likelihood that she’s already lost considering the labyrinth-esque corridors to the institute, and crosses her arms over her chest as she turns to face him fully.   ❛  i’m sure you have plans with a tavern or a brothel that couldn’t possibly wait.  ❜  //  @fortuitoushost​  ———  s.c.

[myricds]

          ❛  emma ?  ❜   cristina had wasted no time at all after it had been announced that emma and julian had returned to the institute. ignoring the dull ache around her wrist, she’d hurried down the stairs and outside to greet her friend, taking visual inventory of any injuries and --- when satisfied that there were none --- wrapping her into a fierce hug.   ❛  by the angel, emma, are you alright ?  ❜   breathless with relief --- they’d all been panicked about the riders of mannan, since the moment they’d heard of their pursuit of the blackthorns --- she finally pulls back, concern still living in her eyes.   ❛  did you really kill a rider ?  ❜   //  @fortuitoushost  ———  s.c.

[myricds]

@fortuitoushost didn’t ask but is getting tessa gray !

she finds her husband in the library after calling his name for at least five minutes without an answer. of course, these calls were made in no more than loud whispers so as not to wake the infant that tessa had assumed was sound asleep in his bassinet, but was now faced with the peaceful image of both james and his father sharing a rest together on the loveseat. he had been a surprise --- their little one --- the question as to whether or not some thing one like her could even have children was made even more complicated considering tessa was the only one of her kind. and though her heart swells at the sight before her, and she is reluctant to wake him, there are certain things that cannot wait.

❛  will------  ❜    it’s a whisper as she crouches beside where his head leans deeply down against the arm of the seat, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder.    ❛  ------i’m afraid nap time must come to an end, we are expecting company.  ❜  

[perhiasane]

Happy birthday hon!! I hope you have a wonderful day!! <3

omg thank you so much! it’s been a great day so far.

[lumenrectis]

Mary Stuart (fortuitoushost): A breath escapes her and pale, slim fingers grasp her husband’s. It was hard not to be worried for their future when it was so uncertain, though it was lessened slightly with the knowledge that they were together through it all. At the forefront of her mind was their need to produce an heir and also the potential claim on England that may well come sooner than she might have liked. Brown eyes turn upward toward the blue of the man that she trusted implicitly, toying with his fingers in her own.  ❛  I know and I’m so thankful to have you with me.  ❜  There really wasn’t any question as to whether Francis would be at her side through any trials they might encounter. His problems were her problems, and vise versa. Knowing as much made her feel reassured, if only a little.   ❛  Everything is just so uncertain.  ❜ 

The delicacy of her hands within his own, never would they cease to garner every inch of his attention and gaze within an instant, if such time had even passed; would he ever know, or would he find himself forever too all-encompassed, too enraptured? When sound finally did come to abandon him in response, it seemed rather as if he were speaking to the recollection of a childhood seemingly long since past, instead of her words at present, but nothing could be more untrue, “I’ve never feared uncertainty, not when it’s come to you.” The envelope of hands was his to lead then, the daintiness of such extremities sitting ever cautiously within his grasp, one ever protective and kind within its hold, “The thrill for me with you has always been in the waiting.” It’d been ever true, words spoken in utmost earnest to their childhood and their present, “And is that not what the future is; God’s test of our patience?” A smile emerged, bright in its authenticity and reassurance, rivaling the gentle tug on her person, guiding her to a furthered and envelope in jest, "I shall not have you fret any longer, Mary. As much as I may love my mother, I shan’t have her peering over our shoulders any more than she’s already been.”