#johannescabal

[raidstombs]

(  @johannescabal  )

         They were running fifteen minutes late for their own wedding. Why? Well, because Lara had a sudden craving for fish and chips. Or, rather, the little girl she was carrying did -- and she was really in no place to argue with the kid. 

        For once, she had relented the car’s keys to Johannes; but only so she could focus on eating while in the passenger seat. The silk gloves she had been wearing had been delicately set in her lap and a napkin was tucked into the front of the vintage pencil skirt ensemble she’d chosen for this important day. Neither was white; but considering her condition, the idea of wearing such a virginal color was laughable. She had opted for a deep chocolate hue -- which complimented her skin tone far better anyway. 

        Using the dash as a makeshift table, Lara ravenously picked at her fried treats; all while being careful not to get any grease on her outfit. ❝It should be just around this corner.❞

[heavynlymuses-a-blog]

           “Oh -- are you looking for David? He’s not actually here at this moment.”

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[kiantrev]

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“You’ve come a very long way from the city for this investigation, but I suppose that it is a demand of your work,” the caretaker comments from his place at the door of the guest room, watching the other settle his bags by the bed. The manor was quiet as a gentle rain drizzles on outside, no doubt building up mud behind the house already. On this east wing of the manor, it was quiet enough to not be bothered by the noise of the children playing or learning from the west wing, and the view outside the window is of the gardens. Much more pleasant than the view of the barn.

There weren’t many inns on these parts of the farms, and the closest would take an hour’s drive away, that is if the roads are not muddied up by rain. And this Mr Cabal is a researcher of sorts, with intent to go inspect the ruins located in the woods just beyond the line of the estate’s farm fields.  “It’s not always we get guests staying over, but I suppose that the head master wanted to help you. We’ll be having tea in an hour, so please, make yourself at home and don’t hesitate to ask if you need anything,”

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(  @johannescabal  )

            It had been a lovely evening. After picking up Marlene from the prestigious private academy she attended -- which bore her surname, no less, -- they had gone on a family jaunt together. A solid hour was spent perusing a bookshop that had served the small village just a skip away from the manor for well over a century. Renovations had been minimal, giving the place a sense of austerity and warmth despite some of the more noticeable repairs that needed to be done. 

            Being a family of well-established book-nerds, each of them had selected several tomes that interested them. After that, they had had dinner at the local pub; which served the best shepherd’s pie in all of Surrey -- if not England itself. 

            It was the sort of evening that Lara dreamt about while off on her expeditions. Even as she walked through the towering doors of Croft Manor, a smile remained etched on her face. However, it faltered as she caught sight of the massive package set before the small entryway table where the servants always deposited the family’s mail. She didn’t even need to read the nametag to know who it was from. Her hands found her hips as she turned to Johannes -- her brows raised almost to her hairline. 

             ❝Another? He just sent her one two days ago. It’s a tad excessive, isn’t it? He does know that she’ll love her uncle even without a constant stream of gifts, right?❞

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(  @johannescabal  )

                              ❝  you FORGOT your OWN bloody birthday ??  ❞

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👗 oh my goodness i had to ajxhshxbs

send “👗” for my muse to dress yours. || accepting selectively.

for when you want your SO to join you on expeditions but don’t want them to die of heatstroke: 

she purposefully chose really ugly snakeskin shoes because she figured that if he could reject one piece outright, then he’d feel more ownership over the look and, thus, be more likely to actually wear it.

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(  @johannescabal ❤️’d for a short, shippy starter.  )

               They had been holed up in the library for hours; but Lara couldn’t remember when she had last actually spoken to Johannes. She had become far too engrossed in the tome rested in her lap and had forgotten entirely that she wasn’t alone. Glancing up from the pages at last, she was almost startled to see her companion -- before the corners of her lips twisted up into an affectionate smile. She then slumped down into her seat so she could extend one of those short yet shapely legs across the space between their armchairs and nudge the Necromancer’s knee. 

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(  @johannescabal, continued from x.  )

                   Her response was merely a shrug of her shoulders and a tightening of her lips. As per usual, it was impossible to discern precisely what was going on in Lara’s mind -- but even moreso, somehow. Her gaze drifted away from Johannes and back down at the scarf she had begun knitting that morning -- her needles moving lightning-fast.