#moretreasurewithin

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ANDREI | starter for @moretreasurewithin, for Ella~

Their carriage rounded the bend, and a house came into view, sitting behind a round courtyard in a green field. It had the sort of charm that only old houses that are starting to crumble have, yet it showed signs of recent repair; fresh paint on the henhouse, new shingles on the roof.

Andrei helped Ella down, but already a voice was calling her name. His eyes softened, even so. “So this was your home,” he said, though he could only cast the house the barest of glances, for the look on Ella’s face was too much to look away from. He watched her as a moth does a light.

[luxnosvocat]

CASSANDRA | starter for Susan @moretreasurewithin, post-campaign first-visit-to-Narnia vibes

The ocean had felt endless, though Cassandra supposed that this journey was going to feel like it took an age regardless, given that it was, well, her first solo trip. Percival and Vex had practically shooed her out of Whitestone, saying that she could -- and should -- see the world now. I am reasonably certain the city will still be standing when you get back, her brother had said, and Cassandra had chosen not to dignify that with a response other than a raised eyebrow.

The seasickness hadn’t helped either, but once they’d made landfall she’d been too busy noticing things, whether it was the way the water sparkled like coins against the shore or how cherry petals danced by on a breeze that was almost person-shaped. Cassandra took a forcefully deep breath, rigidly lacing her fingers together. It wasn’t only the unfamiliar scenery that made her chest tighten --  what would her eldest brother, who she hadn’t seen in years, think once he knew what she’d done? Hate me, of course, Cassandra thought, but it hurt more like a fresh bruise than an open wound.

There was a woman coming down the stairs from the castle, heading straight towards the docks. Cassandra nodded as the woman -- tall, dark-haired, and with a gracious air that seemed impressively unstudied -- approached, managing only a barely-there smile. “May I assume you are Queen Susan, your Majesty?" She tried to take a step forward, and her legs wobbled, her footsteps feeling off-kilter and unsure. “I do beg your pardon, I’m not yet used to sea travel.” It was old habits that made her skin crawl to show this weakness to a stranger, and her smile, already small, vanished for a moment. But the sky was bright blue and shining, and Cassandra found that somehow she was more excited than apprehensive to be here. “It’s very kind of you to welcome me here yourself.”

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“Oh!” Catching her bottom lip with her teeth, Ella observes him from between her lashes, fighting back a shiver at his touch. All night long she had been fighting this battle, losing more often than not; every brush of the fingers, every time he rested his hands on her back, made her heart pound against her ribcage, leaving her shaking and craving more. There. Breathing deeply, she echoes back the word, stomach filling with butterflies when he pulls her closer, still kneeling at her feet. Simple country girl can’t quite believe what is happening. Her charming apprentice from the woods was the prince, and he was even more charming and captivating than before. 

Deprived of all human comfort, she now craved it with a burning passion. Not from anyone, just from him. As he asked her who she really was, all she could think about was how she never wanted this night to end, that they could always be this close. Won’t you tell me your name? Instead of answering, moved by a force stronger than anything she had felt before (even the magic that had brought her here today) Ella bent down and met his lips in a soft kiss that filled her with warmth,  fingers slipping from the swing to clutch at him and hold him closer.

@moretreasurewithin​ for the magic runs out au 

[avictimofthejazz]

@moretreasurewithin​

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Due to the company they were keeping, Face kept several choice words carefully tucked into his mind when the young woman admitted that John had taken his wife to see friends at the hospital. With those kinds of visits, there was no way of knowing how long someone would be…not that he had much experience visiting new parents in the hospital. BA shot a pointed look at the back of his head and, with the way his friend could glare, Face swore he felt tiny needles drilling in through his hair. It had been his idea to try here and now it had not panned out. From the way the young lady was staring at them, Face also had a sinking feeling she was not buying the line he fed her either.

That part was less concerning. Throwing out con lines was like fishing—every person took a different bait. If the girl had trouble with this line, he would try a different one out later.

Before he could even debate his options, or the proper response to this situation, the girl grew noticeably paler and trailed off mid-sentence. Abruptly, she set the baby on the floor and dropped down into a small chair by the door. Another look passed between the two men. Then Face stepped aside to let BA through the doorway. Moving the baby with a gentleness one would not expect from so muscular a man, BA crouched down in front of Beth and studied her carefully.

“You okay?” he rumbled, not really caring for how the young woman looked. There were a dozen different things he or Face might do to help but only after they learned what kind of help she needed.

[disasterlibrarian]

@moretreasurewithin​ (Belle) | cont.

“On that we agree,” Evy said, grinning. Reading together with Rick while snuggling under a blanket by the fireside was her idea of bliss. “Please, call me Evelyn. But yes, I am. So much so that I became a librarian.” England and France might be eternal rivals, but all the people she’d met here so far were quite friendly, and Belle was no exception. “Tell me, do you have a favorite library here in Paris?”

[sogoodandbrave]

@moretreasurewithin gets a thing

He had found her at last, the mystery princess who he had dance with at the ball turned out to be no princess at all. But a good honest country girl, but Kit didn't mind, and he was sure his father wouldn't either.

So, Kit took Ella's hand and led her out of her childhood home and on to the back of his horse so that they may ride back to the palace together.

"Don't worry about them," Kit told her when her stepsisters came outside to watch the party depart.

"They will be treated as they deserve."

[themetesterfromhell]

@moretreasurewithin​ (happy early birthday) 

[melnchly-a]

@moretreasurewithin sent 🗣️ for an INCORRECT QUOTE (ft. JOHN & MEG)