#mqryalice

[flyingupward]

       ❝ thank you for inviting me over, ❞ susan manages, sipping at her water with a smile. ❝ i really hope it’s not causing you too much trouble. maybe you can give me THE LAY OF THE LAND while i’m here. i feel like i can’t keep all the names straight... i barely felt like i got them in my old neighborhood and then BAM... here i am, moving again. ❞

@mqryalice​

[gentlejack]

@mqryalice​ sent: 'i can't take my eyes off you'

      A hum stirs at the back of Anne’s throat - indulgent, amorous; a rumbling heat that paints a tingle along the curve of her spine as she leans ever so gently towards her companion. She studies her lady keenly and with an intent that needs not be spoken, and at last settles a tender hand onto her knee. It is the purest joy to sit suspended in silence alongside her, truly; to hold the sky-tint of her gaze within her own and be contented sans words or gestures of grandeur. And might she EVER grow tired of those eyes, when she basks so freely in them? 

      A smile bends Anne’s lips, softens her voice to a murmur as she finally speaks; a whispered half-command never to bereave her of such gracious attention. “ Don’t, then. ”

[alyafae-a]

There would be a headache, she could feel it growing, slowly. It started at the back of her head, slowly moving towards the front. The most uncomfortable feeling.     ❝ I love children, I really do, but sometimes they are the worst little creatures. ❞     She didn’t mean it, not at all. Some just had a hard time behaving.     ...     @mqryalice​

[archive-vqndekamp]

❛  i’m sorry,  i-i’m so sorry              i don’t know what happened.  it’s all my fault.  ❜

@mqryalice​   *   ⤻   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋,   𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐏.

[gentlejack]

@mqryalice​ sent: 'he did what to you?'  Protect your local butch !!

        QUITE the glare is tossed into her lady’s direction, though it rather suffers from the lopsidedness that results from sporting a black eye; and thus loses a certain portion of its efficacy. Truly, there is no greater thorn in Anne’s side than redundancy in all things, first and foremost in worry. Must the woman ask? Is her bruised face not answer enough, and does her sullen mien not denote how LITTLE she wishes to speak of the affair?!

         Anne’s half-gaze drops into the distance. She averts her roughed-up features with a defiant twitch of her head. If she is loath to give account of her kerfuffle by the road-side, then it fills her with a more fearsome reluctance still to be witnessed in its unattractive aftermath. Certainly, thinks she, by her dear Mrs Young, who should NEVER be given reason to think her anything but admirable! 

        “ You ought sooner ask what I did to him, ” Anne mutters, pulling forth her handkerchief and pressing it rather gruffly against her swollen cheek-bone. “ The drunk wretch. ” Well, well: how disagreeable is she with her treasured friend! But surely, there will be time and opportunity enough to patch up whatever injuries offence has slain. Not now, though. First, she must follow the needs of the heart: some brandy, and a good deal of solitude in subsequence. THIS, after all, is nothing flowers may help with.

[flyingupward]

       ❝ mrs. forrest, i can PROMISE YOU that my team and i are going to do whatever we can to take care of you and your family, but it’s important that you listen to whatever we tell you, do you understand ? ❞

@mqryalice​

[flyingupward]

@mqryalice​ said: 'thank you for helping me with this. it's much better with your company' - mqryalice for Susan

       ❝ oh please, ❞ susan laughs, ❝ i’ve done two houses now. i feel like i’m practically an expert. besides... i like it. i find it... kind of SOOTHING. i don’t know. ❞ she shrugs, grinning over at the taller woman before catching sight of the smudge of paint across mary alice’s cheek. ❝ oh, you have something just... here. ❞ she puts her own paint down and steps closer to the other, gently brushing the paint off with her thumb. it’s only then that she notices how close she is. ❝ i... SORRY... ❞ her voice is higher, breathier, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. ❝ i just wanted to... you had some paint... ❞

[flyingupward]

@mqryalice​ said: smash or pass + lynette

        ❝ uh... well... you know. i mean, i’d be LYING if i said i’d never thought about it. smash... yeah. ❞