#lucy-needham

[mountainmarquess]

No. No, how did that even happen. Isaac ducked out of the doorway of the observatory, completely at a loss for how his name had wound up on one of the ‘Lia Griscombs’ dance cards. He hadn’t remembered asking for a dance, but then again, the hour between getting off the boat and beginning to get dressed was very fuzzy. It was possible that he had been coaxed into asking one of them at that point, thinking that they were someone else entirely.

Honestly he would have thought that they wouldn’t want to see him. Apparently he hadn’t been rude enough the last time.

Speaking of being rude enough…he saw a familiar redhead not too far down the path, looking like she was admiring the flowers. Isaac whipped to the side and started walking in the other direction, remembering all too well how their last conversation had gone. But his better nature won out, and he turned around. There was a bunch of pretty white flowers nearby, and he reached down and plucked one before squaring his shoulders and heading toward Lucy. He didn’t want to startle her, so he made sure his footsteps were easy to hear as he approached.

“Um, Miss Lucy? I’m…” True apologies didn’t come easily to him, he always seemed to botch them, and he wound up holding out the flower to her with a chagrined look. “Can we start over?”

@lucy-needham​

[grahamxsahi]

😴 - climbing into bed with my muse

A pillow shielded the late morning light from his eyes. Eyes that had not closed since this time the day before. Lucy stirred not long after he crawled into bed and laid beside her. 

Graham cast the pillow aside. Hair wild, shorter than seasons prior but preserving black waves. Expression less tired than it should be. “I recall a time when you stayed up later, Miss Needham.” The duke rolled to his side and propped his head up with a hand. A finger ran playfully down the bridge of her nose. 

She was groggy-eyed and a small furrow on her brow said, Not now. Go away.

“I have been waiting hours for you to wake.” More like twenty minutes. Even that felt too long. “I wanted to tell you what you’ve missed while sleeping. No one else will appreciate the commentary.”

[damien-keyes]

💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

Wealthy. Titles optional. 

-- also asked by @sebastianofprussia

[francesackerley]

💌 + what are three things you always carry with you?

Accidentally hit publish before this was ready, ask originally courtesy of @lucy-needham

“A pocket mirror.” Frances snapped said object shut, having just used it to inspect her coiffure, revealing the monogram on the front. It had been a gift from her mother before she returned to the ton. 

“Carrying money is only practical. You never know when it might be needed, and it would be embarrassing to be caught out, or worse, have to borrow.

“Oh, and I suppose my locket ring.” A gold heart at its center, engraved with a forget-me-not set with pearls. She fidgeted with it using her thumb, the inscription on the inside of the band rubbing against her finger. “Pretty, is it not?”

[stclairandco]

💌Do you ever wish Byron wasn't in the picture?

“i. . .” part of him wants to say yes. no byron would open up so many avenues, so many things he believes he wants. but he can’t. “sometimes. but not . . . not in a way that i mean it. i’ve already lost one brother. i do not think i can survive the loss of another so soon.” ( @wcnderlcsts )

[perles-noire]

Dom & Graham 👀

❤: who is more affectionate in public? in private? Graham is bolder in public, whilst Dom feels more confident in private expressing herself

♡: who is the bigger romantic openly? secretly? Graham initially, Dom would rival him as the more time passes

❥: who is more likely to plan something big for valentine’s day? Graham definitely, although Dominique may try to one up him. It would turn into a miniature competition in its own self which both may abandon for simplicity over some wine, games, a night in, and laughter

ღ: who is more likely to initiate hand-holding in public? Graham

💕: who is more likely to make huge declarations of love in front of other people? Toss up, but if drunk and frustrated enough Dom will strap on the clown shoes and do it herself. It will be loud and involve cursing, with some potentially unsure if it’s a love confession or more a lover’s quarrel 

💘: who developed a crush on the other first? Close call, probably Dominique

💝: who spends more time (possibly overthinking) what presents to get the other? Both, but ultimately Dominique. She highly values sentimentality above materialism, as she had few meaningful things growing up to her. Any gift from her is one from the heart

💓: who initiates most physical contact? Those are fighting words; they will fight each other for that title

💌: who is more likely to send cutesy texts to the other? Graham, to which Dominique would probably ask what does he want or if he is sick (jokingly ofc)

💟: who spends time reading their zodiac compatibilities? Secretly Dominique

💙: who is more protective? Dominique by a long shot

💚: who tends to get sick more often? who is better at taking care of the other? Toss up since both are reckless, with Dominique making an especially horrible patient, but ultimately Graham would make the better caretaker. He makes her feel like she doesn’t have to be strong all the time, and in moments of weakness she would only allow him to take care of her most likely, even if she may deny him that at first which he probably would ignore until she just lets him do what he wants

💜: who said “i love you” first? or, if neither has said it yet, who is more likely to say it first? Graham would beat her to the punch in outright saying it. Since Dominique has never been loved before or in love aside from with him, she isn’t sure how to piece those words into feelings; these are all new things to her. She may try to confess to him in advanced, and to outsiders it would be confusing, but he would understand her words

💛: who believes in soulmates? Dominique, surprisingly

[mountainmarquess]

@lucy-needham

It had been a few days since he had done this. Sunset colored the park in oranges, purples, and golds, dashing the out-of-season autumn colors across the sky. At this time of day, most of the walkers and riders were heading home, having gotten their fill of other people’s eyes on them. If he kept to the shadows, he could get through.

Except the shadows were occupied.

Isaac shifted his bag further back on his shoulder and nearly ducked back behind the tree he had stepped around, but the lady with the sunset hair had already seen him.

“Sorry, didn’t know—are you all right, miss? Are you hurt?”

He assumed that any fancy person out here this late might be injured. What else would keep them from their dinner parties?

[damien-keyes]

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

Bisexual/heteromantic