#lockedtowers

[svoyadovaarchived]

@lockedtowers / @cautionsissued. random one-liner.

"If I was yours, you wouldn’t need chains to keep me." It carries quiet strength and that subtle emotional sting--letting him know she's not broken. Contrary to his insistent belief that she's 'cursed'.

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

@lockedtowers asked: [ FOCUS ]: the sender, noticing the receiver has become distracted during a conversation, places a hand on their shoulder to redirect and focus their attention. (@ dagon)

𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄. His adopted daughters, Anastasia and Madeline, were to be put on the marriage mart, and he didn't know how to prepare for it. He was without a wife, without a "proper" heir, and that damned Whistledown was spreading his business as if it were a wildfire. He was tense, he was stressed, and the last thing on his mind was courting someone. However, he made a deal with Lady Morae. If she had the attention of a Duke Dreiki, the notorious man to never marry or even court, that could bring attention to her, and to get the Ladies to stop swarming him at balls and other social events while batting their eyelashes. Even if it meant having a conversation that he wasn't paying attention to. 

Upon feeling the hand on his shoulder, he almost flinched at the touch, but looked down in her direction. She was rather short compared to him. He offered a gentle smile, at least as gentle as he could while they were in public. ❝ My apologies, could you repeat what you said? ❞ He asked, his voice was soft despite his rugged appearance, which he was known for among the ton. Men feared him, some women wondered what he was like behind a closed door, and the only person who would know how he was was Lady Morae, at least to the public's perception.  

[writtentragedies]

she saw somewhere that skin to skin contact was overly important the first few months, holding their newborn so her little cheek rests against her shoulder as she holds the little one close where she sat on their bed. it’s all still so new to her, how she could love someone she just met so much. but they did that. one hand reaching out for dean’s, a small smile on her lips. “she’s just so small..” cassie says, pressing a kiss to their sleeping daughter’s head. “here, deanie. did you wanna hold her?”

@lockedtowers

Uncertainty was making him feel uneasy, causing Dean to want to step away instead of approaching— oh and what exactly was he uncertain about? Many things, actually. He was a father now, he was responsible for raising a whole another person— he would have to always make sure she was safe and happy and wow, how the hell was he supposed to do that?

Teaching her the importance of family, how to protect herself, how to be strong and push through the pain no matter what— yeah, that he could do. But… What about everything else? He had only ever learned how to be a good soldier from his own dad, the old man hadn’t been very concerned about setting the best examples for him and Sam nor had he cared about teaching them much about anything that didn’t involve guns, supernatural beings and such.

So Dean didn’t really know where to start— what to do to be a decent father. All he knew was that he wanted this little girl to have a childhood a lot different than his— he wouldn’t force her to fight and would allow her to just… Be a kid ( something that he was never allowed to be, truth be told ).

What if he somehow let her down though? He had messed up, failed several times in his life before and what if he did again, and his daughter ended up hating him?

Dean was afraid, terribly so— clearing his throat when he realized he’d been in silence for too long, arms resting at his sides and not moving to take the baby from Cassie. “I…” he began, frowned slightly, almost looking confused as he went silent once more.

She was so small, fragile looking and he was not used to dealing with delicate things like that. Fear had its nasty arms wrapped around him, keeping him frozen in place. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, honey. What if I— I dunno, accidentally drop her?”

[heartsdefine]

@lockedtowers replied to your post “/sits on the url @rooktoqueen like i'm not gonna...”:

r u saying i should follow it--

​NO LMAO EVERYONE QUIT FOLLOWING THAT SIDEBLOG U HEATHENS—

[perfecteddeception]

&& @lockedtowers // here

Her eyes gaze over to where Cassandra was focus was locked upon and sighs. She had hoped that she would never have to interact with anyone in that family ever again, and yet...

"Darling," Ellington says gently, continuing to fix Cassandra's hair despite her objections. "Believe me when I say you can do much better than that boy."

[wcrldcfvtlvs]

@lockedtowers asked: “are you skipping, or just strategically absent?” (@ dagon) |  RANDOM COLLEGE/UNIVERSITY-BASED DIALOGUE + ACTION PROMPTS.  | accepting

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒. He was never the type to attend things, but knowledge was power, and that's what he wanted. Even if meant lurking with the humans. 

❝ I get the information I need, and then I leave. ❞ His answer was simple and to the point. ❝ Besides, I don't even go here. ❞ There was a shrug of his shoulders as he reached into his leather jacket pockets and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter to light it. However, there was a pause. Something that was rare for him to do. Looking at the woman, he cleared his throat and parted his lips to speak again. 

❝ You don't mind if I smoke near you, do you? ❞ Typically, he wouldn't care if someone inhaled the smoke, but for some odd reason, he was feeling considerate. 

[apologizelater]

❛      i  didn't  lie  !      ❜       he  said  ,  lying.       ❛    selective  truth  ,  maybe  ,  but  not  a  lie.   ❜        what  the  hell  does  that  even  mean  ?      he's  always  been  a  shit  liar  –  it  shows  in  how  high  his  brows  &*  shoulders  are  as  he  waves  dismissive  hands towards @lockedtowers.     ❛  what's  it  matter  ?      we  got  what  we  needed.    ❜

[jumpwingjoseph]

Drops a birthday flower crown on his head from upstairs bc she can’t reach his head otherwise.

He laughs heartily. "You're ridiculous." Joey mutters. But the bright grin on his face and the seemingly polished rouge dusting his cheeks tell her he appreciates the gesture.