#impulse-incorporated

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niksnarration asked : (hush) you pick which of our muses! and feel  free to spin it if you're interested in them pretending to be a couple.

Our muses are getting spicy somewhere they might be heard…   send   ( hush ) for sender’s muse to cover receiver’s mouth when they start getting too loud. / @impulse-incorporated​​ -- accepting

      𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠, it was rather easy for Abraham to imagine the lips on his jaw and lips were that of A.nna S.trong’s. It was hard to keep the tavern cellar in mind when he knew the walls weren’t made of brick, but it was easy to imagine a different scenario instead. They were in York City once as he was now; with her brunette curls and the pink dress that was a heavenly sight to Abe that only reminded him of why he was so enamored with his childhood best friend in the first place. The soft lips on his that wandered close to his neck could be easily replaced in his mind with Anna’s and with his closed eyes, it was as if his daydream was a reality.

      When he gripped the woman’s sides, feeling the fabric of her clothes, and when her hand clamped over his mouth, he was pulled out of his reverie and unwillingly pushed into reality. His eyelids opened and when he was met with the face of Molly Strong, he was again reminded of their mission and the anger that rose in him earlier. 

      In order to conceal an alibi, they were to be posed as husband and wife to get past the checkpoints. It was a simple lie that meant nothing but when a redcoat was following them too close for comfort, the false relationship was quickly set into motion and they hoped to set his interest elsewhere with their kiss in an alleyway. It only went on from there, Abe being too eager for a passionate touch and his voice gaining volume, which is exactly why he assumed Molly attempted to silence him.

      Her palm was removed from his mouth and Abe’s heartbeat started to settle to its regular pace, but the heat felt within his body didn’t diminish any. His face was flush.

       ❝ What was that for? ❞ his voice was harsher than he wanted it to be, almost offended that there was an abrupt end to his daydream. ❝ You want to keep up our ruse, don’t you? ❞ He wasn’t going to admit that his moans were genuine, no. Molly Strong wasn’t going to get that satisfaction out of him. 

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impulse-incorporated asked : "Alright then Mr. Culpeeper, what do you say we do now?" The corners of Selah's mouth quirked for half a second before he squelched the reaction; he wasn't cross with Abe despite what the man might think, but something small such as proving to be a nuisance with a mere mispronunciation did seem to be fitting revenge if it was so rightfully seen as his to be had. // @impulse-incorporated idk maybe this is after selah knows about le affair ??? i have no preference if he's in congress yet or if he's still running around the woods as a continental soldier.

Unprompted asks. / @impulse-incorporated​ -- always accepting

      𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, as weighty and solid as an anchor, as if Selah Strong himself wrapped a hand around his throat with the following of his words. The farmer’s hands instinctively land on his hips as his feet feel rooted to the ground and it’s fortunate that Abe’s stare is steady with his drifting thoughts. 

      When he’d come to the encampment, the few times he could, Abe was always protected by a level of concealment. Nobody in camp would know who he was, but the attire of his outfit would make him stand out from the crowds of soldiers. Thank God nobody has connected the dots and recognized him as the Loyalist from Setauket, Long Island. As he was away from home, he would only concern himself with whatever Ben needed to detail to him before he’d make the long trip back to Setauket. His double life would be momentarily forgotten as he lost himself in Patriot-occupied territory. 

      But now with Selah in front of him, out of his common clothes and shoved into a soldier’s attire, a weapon always nearby, this felt no different than the time he had to admit to adultery with Anna Strong in Hewlett’s garrison. But then, he was surrounded by enemies--supporters of tyranny--than in the middle of the forest with like-minded people and friends.

      Even as his mind seemed miles away in the place of his hometown, he spotted the flicker of what looked like a smile on Selah’s lips and Abe wished he saved this conversation for another time when his head was clearer and his mouth wasn’t dry (like in his tavern).

      Abe pulled in his lower lip and leaned towards Selah, keeping his voice low as he found his words. ❝ If you want revenge--repayment--I won’t fault you, Selah. I would do the same if I was in your position. Punch me, beat me, do whatever you want to do to me. I know an apology won’t solve it. ❞

      The urge to speak more embedded itself in his mind, even with his horse voice, but what should they do? What should he do? Selah was right in that regard. There was no reasonable excuse for his action, especially as he was wedded himself, and somehow away from home, Selah was able to find out and he would be a fool to act as if he was innocent. Through the years, Selah had to have put the pieces together that the two childhood friends had a history outside of platonic feelings.

       ❝ I don’t care to know how you found out either, I don’t need to know. ❞ Or rather, he didn’t want to know.

[sideburnsandmelancholy]

when your adopted brother tells you he impregnated your childhood bully 

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@impulse-incorporated continued from X

Sopping weathered hands ghost down Anna’s bodice as she barely manages to avoid running afoul of a wayward drunken Queen’s Ranger in her path. Her lower-lip is instinctively drawn in. Her eyes flash upwards, casting the vulgar man a contemptuous glance before he drifted on his merry way.

“Thank you. You’ve been great enough a help around here already and I hate to impose farther,” comes Anna’s wholly honest reply. Knowing the boy would be safe removed a huge burden from the breadths of her shoulders. She could never and would never abandon Cicero to another spirit in this den of enemy soldiers.

Apprehensive, a gaze is cast about the very alive tavern. Once she is sure that no one is paying too keen attention to the conversation, she dignifies Molly’s question with an answer. “Aye. I’m to travel to York City.” The first response of was easily gifted but the explanation brings her a lot of pain. “Richard...” She pauses to correct herself. Anna had no reason to presume a friendship or that she had any right to use his first name. Yet, it always manages to slip. “Magistrate Woodhull has procured ... a pass so that I might....” Her breath leaves her in a rush. “A pass to retrieve your brother from the Jersey.” That revelation drew a wistful smile to her features. It was indeed joyous news. Anna was desperate to have Selah back just as she was sure Molly was.

However, there was a catch. A catch that made her stomach twist into tightened knots. “I confess, I do not relish the task. In order to secure his release, I must first convince him to forfeit all he owns. All he and your family have worked so hard for...” It grieves Anna terribly to impart this news. Selah was bound to give her hell over it. Yet, what choice did she have? If she didn’t comply, Selah would face longer terms of imprisonment and everyone was becoming aware that the Jersey was a death sentence. Her fingers tighten into her skirts. She allows her gaze to falter downwards in anticipation of a rebuke from her sister-in-law. 

“And if I run into this Major... Andre, I will petition for Cicero to be granted at least a single visitation with his mother. The boy deserves as much. Don’t you think?” The brunette questions. 

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impulse-incorporated asked : “Am I pulling your hair too hard?" from Molly to anyone. And feel free to make it nsfw or sfw xD

N.SFW O.RAL STARTERS. / @impulse-incorporated​​ -- accepting

      𝐌𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬, he already was well aware of that fact as she combed through his uneven hair (cut by his own hand) to get rid of the tangles and knots. Sean’s fingers dug into the wooden chair beneath him, his lower lip caught between his teeth to try to keep his mouth shut from saying anything stupid to not piss her off and to ease the pain away from his poor hair. 

      At this point he preferred his supposedly “dirty” clothes and campfire smoke, seeking out redcoats to rob and attack on the main roads than being on the other end of cleanliness. Seemed like too much work to keep up. Leave him to his own dirty, stinky fate, it was a lot easier to manage (and less painful, too, he’d add).

       ❝ Jesus, Mary, & Joseph! I’da think yer tearing out my hair, not combin’ it! Is this what ya’ common folks have to do all day long? Brush it until nothing’s left? ❞

      His scalp was going to be tender to the touch all day, he knew it. 

[cabbxges-and-kings]

impulse-incorporated asked : “there’s something you’re not telling me.” from Molly

Angst prompts part three. / @impulse-incorporated​ -- accepting

      𝐀𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐀𝐛𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧. He scoffed. She isn’t the first one to accuse him of something the past few days but she would be one of the first that would witness his frustration towards it. The aiding of alcohol in his cup wasn’t helping. 

       ❝ What? You think I killed Joyce as well? ❞ He finished his drink and threw it down harshly onto the counter. It was already nightfall and knowing the tavern was close to closing, Abe only came here to speak about the recent events in his life with Anna Strong, but alas, it seemed her sister-in-law was the only one working here today.

       ❝ Don’t let me keep you from your duties. ❞ His words are still full of annoyance, words flowing as quickly from his mouth in a hasty manner as alcohol released from a barrel. 

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impulse-incorporated asked : "i don't need your pity." from molly to baker

Not sure where this is from. / @impulse-incorporated​

      𝐀𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧, the world seemed to still and silence once Oliver’s ears perked at the sound of sloshing liquor, spilling over his cup and running over his fingertips before he realized what the liquid was, and to his side, his eyes fell on the drenched stain of the barmaid’s skirt. The material was already dark to begin with, but the lines of liquor stuck the fabric darkened its color with his clumsy movement, a battle between a chair and a tight squeeze, and a bump of a passing patron, his cup wasn’t as secure as he imagined it was as his thoughts focused on reaching the other side of the tavern than his current position.

      Her reply didn’t reach his ears in the middle of his now tense chest and clouded mind, his feet rooted where he stood within his drowning embarrassment. Already his eyes sought for a rag, the white one with freckled dirt and stains he saw Anna twist in her hands once.

      Molly didn’t need his pity, but he surely felt like a fool with being so careless.

       ❝ It’s been a long day, Ms. Strong, please forgive me. ❞ As his tone fell into a relaxed rhythm, his eyes still frantically wandered around the area to find any cloth. Anything he could hand over to her to ease the size of the stain that he couldn’t pull his guilty stare from.

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impulse-incorporated asked : "Come for a drink now, have you?" There was a mocking lilt to her tone, the sight of the Major overwhelmingly out of place on the middle of the tavern hall. (From Molly to Hewlett)

Unprompted ask. / @impulse-incorporated​ -- always accepting

      𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥’𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭. Richard and Edmund got along fine most days and great other days; their love for humanities, the good book, the classics, and their favor of law and order was what solidified their friendship. But as tensions rose between Mr. Woodhull and his son, Edmund searched for a reprieve. 

      The excited patrons and their thunderous conversations that rose above the appropriate inside voice volume could not be ignored. Edmund’s eyes squinted briefly, as if he was wincing, towards the other room. At the sound of Molly’s voice, he glanced in front of him.

      Starting to pull off his gloves, he nodded with a small smile on his face. ❝ Yes, you would be correct. I would like a Madeira, if that’s doable. ❞ Edmund already knew of Molly, from conversations with Anna and coming to know more about Setauket’s people, but a part of him wished that Anna was here as well. It was his second reason why he chose to come here in the first place.

       ❝ Is Mrs. Strong available? ❞