#kingdomofvanity

[siiinfully]

23, our muses claim to hate each other but there is palpable tension between the two (from william weightman to whoever you find the best) ♥ from @kingdom-of-vanity

“Ah, Mr. Weightman. What scathing commentary have you written about me and my family?” A polite but icy smile was plastered on her face: a practiced and perfected expression borne out of necessity. William Weightman was one of many naysayers of her and her family, and she knew for a fact that her father would never approve of him. Especially after he helped spread the rumors that her father had murdered her mother to marry his mistress, which was nothing but a vicious lie.

Despite the animosity, she found herself drawn to him, and she wasn’t sure if she should despise herself for it. He might not be attracted to her that way too, and she wasn’t about to risk exposing herself to ridicule by admitting her attraction towards him. So, she shifted back to icy politeness as she plucked the daily paper to look for his article.

[bcbliophile]

@kingdom-of-vanity asked:

“ you waited for me? ” (from ross poldark to penelope featherington)

"Well-- yes, was I not meant to?" Penelope was confused, she had assumed when he told her to wait for him, that she was meant to wait here. But perhaps she had misheard him, her head tilted slightly to the left as she looked up at him, waiting for some kind of clarification.

[caracarnn]

He wondered about the things that the other said, his eyes following the way that he took his cigarette and the natural and easy way that he spoke. Rand really thought on it, piecing together what he heard before letting out a small sigh, reaching into his own pocket for his own pack. "You can smoke." He answered before lighting up his own, setting it on his lip and letting the smoke blow out from between his lips. "I think that maybe you're onto something but the question of motive is still there. What's he doing it for? Why's he doing this? There's always got to be a reason, doesn't there?" Of course he would have to look more into the case to really land on something but he couldn't help but voice the question then.

@kingdom-of-vanity - cont'd from here

[wehavefoundthestars]

@kingdom-of-vanity continued from here (x)

A smile appeared on his face when the pup barked when hearing his own name as if he was trying to say; yes that's my name! Nice to meet you! Once the dog was put down he decided to start sniffing his shoes once more.

His attention shifted back to the dog owner when he started talking again. "Very subtle - definitely not promotion of your own business," Elio said unable to hide a grin at how awkward the other man was. "But I'll keep it in mind I can't say I've ever taken a ride on a hot air balloon." It would definitely be a different way of exploring the town from up high.

He motioned to the free seat at his table. "Not waiting for anyone I'm on my own so go ahead, Riley…" He bowed down to the dog and gave him a pet with his free hand, "… And you too of course Echo."

After taking another lick of his ice cream he asked, "Since you're from around here what else is interesting in this town? I've learned it's always best to ask the locals. They always know the best spots."

[siiinfilled]

for @kingdom-of-vanity​‘s r.asputin from a.nastasia verse: film

Guilded palaces were not unfamiliar to her. She’d been born and raised in one, so finding her way through a maze of marbled hallways and rooms with doors that stretched from floor to ceiling was easy. It was made even easier by the fact that most of the floors in Prince Y.usupov’s home weren’t soundproof.

What was strange was the noises she was hearing coming from one room in particular.

“...Grigori?” she said softly, pushing the door open and freezing as she saw a flurry of fabric and the clash of metal blades. She froze, hand on the doorknob, keenly aware of how exposed she really was, her nightgown doing nothing to really cover her up.

[meaningful-negativitymoves]

@kingdom-of-vanity asked ❛ here’s my hotel room number. ❜ (from Ava to James Patrick March)

James looks at the woman and smirks as he runs his eyes over her "I have to say that you have guts to give a strange man your room number, either that or your nuts." He chuckles and then gestures to the bar "Can I buy you a drink and ask you how you like the hotel?" He walks slowly toward the bar and then turns his head to look back over his shoulder at her "I am the owner after all, and I need to make sure that all my guests are happy."

[faithdevotion]

closed starter for @kingdom-of-vanity [polly/paul]

Images recalling the events of a few months ago persisted within her mind, where fear paralyzed her body and she was unable to do anything but listen & comply, given that she was taken by surprise & she had been working as always, near to end her night shift. Polly had since questioned why she was the one chosen to deceive Paul, but the answer wasn’t given until she began seeing him frequently; whether at the club while she was working or, off work hours. The main reason they had her for it was because they needed a pretty, innocent looking face and at the same time, unknown for the target. One that could pose as only a nobody wishing to establish a connection with him, when in truth, she was being forced to after she was given enough information on him. 

She had to remind herself every night that she was being followed and seen whenever these men could when she was out with him. But being in his apartment gave her some relief in the matter and she tried not to dwell much into her thoughts when being around Paul.

When she heard her name being mentioned, she snapped out of her thoughts. She was srated on the sofa of his living room and had been silent for a few long seconds. Ocean hues shifted towards him and a smile brightened her features, seeing Paul standing beside her. Her smile had faded the moment she began thinking, which was dangerous given that she had to keep appearances and not give off anything. The guilt on the situation lingered, unable to push it away.

The blonde lifted herself up from the sofa and body turned to face him. "Sorry I... remembered some things about work." Hand lifted to rub her temples with her tips as she mentioned the last words, gaze fixed on him. "It's been a while and I was looking forward to seeing you since the last time we were together. I hope you haven't got yourself into any trouble these days." After all, Polly cared for him. A hand moved to caress his cheek, her soft palm being tickled by his facial hair.

[fayganamoved]

@kingdom-of-vanity​ said: “ if you could only see yourself through my eyes… ” (from merlin)

Biting her bottom lip, Morgana had to look away from Merlin. She hadn’t forgiven him, she didn’t know if she ever would. He had poisoned her. She hadn’t even realized that she was the cause of the spell and he had decided to do away with her. Morgause had her tricked, she’d thought that she could trust her too. “I could say the same of you, Merlin,” Morgana spoke, voice quiet as she fiddled with her hands, a habit she’d picked up in her year away. Morgause had trained her in her magic, but she wasn’t sure if she trusted her anymore either. There was no one to trust and all she felt was vengeance now. “What is it you want? Or did you just come here to belittle me again?”