#nrrngtn

[tempred-a]

@nrrngtn​  plotted for the continuation of our thread . 

every time that the bells on her door jingled and the cold air rushed in,   rette would poke her head out from wherever she was in the shop and look curiously   ( and nervously )   upon whoever entered.   most were townsfolk she recognized,   coming in for flowers for the holiday decorations or medicinal things for sick family members.   there were a few people she didn’t recognize.   one man   ( who had came and gone without much interest in her shop )   and a few women who were passing through on to visit family elsewhere.   it was a few days before christmas and she found that her heart hadn’t stopped beating out of her small chest since her last letter was sent.   he was due in her shop any day now.   

the sun was lower in the sky and she was delicately tying a bow around a beautiful winter flower arrangement when she was once again assaulted by tinkling bell and winter breeze.    cornflower gaze settled upon another man and she had,   at this point,   given up on today being the day that they would meet.   the man who had entered her shop now was handsome indeed and her eyes lit up for a moment until he began looking around her shop.   ❝ i almost closed up for the evenin’   but i am   more than happy to help.  ❞  then her features betrayed words.   of course,   she would help him but she was a little disheartened.   he said he didn’t want to come on christmas day but at this point he was cutting it rather close.

pale fingers brushed a stray curl away from her face and tucked it behind ear where the rest of her long hair was tied up with her best emerald green silk head scarf.   it was an arrangement of small fiery braids and twists secured up by the scarf.   only curls escaped near her face.    ❝ are you lookin’ for something in particular? ❞  rette finished the bow and pinned it with small tacks that would hold it in place,   then smoothed cool fingers over her matching green dress.   it complimented the red of her rosy skin well.   not that she would admit it,   but she’d been wearing all of her best dresses since three days ago.  and she moved out from behind the counter and crossed into the shop floor so that she could assist him. 

[traiilblaziing]

@nrrngtn​, the DIRTY BIRDY, replies: "Fine I'll get on my knees. Wait-"

       ❛ WELL, you shan’t hear any complaints from me, dear, if you are so willing to take initiative. ❜

[perfectmetaphore]

@nrrngtn​ liked for a one-liner - JAMES NORRINGTON

“  People are happier indulging in their fantasies than wading through this harsh reality... Don't you agree?  “  

[killmebutneverinsultme2]

@nrrngtn​

[pacifistock-a]

&.            @nrrngtn​            ›          𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝙰𝙻 𝙸𝚂 𝚃𝙴𝙽 .

it  was  a  new  room.      the  tardis  had  never  needed  a  room  to  spar  in  before,    and  jenny  was  taking  full  advantage  of  the  new  installment.     she’d  been  gone  hours,    left  him  asleep  without  stirring  him,   working  out  pent  up  aggression  she  denied  sat  within  her.    engineered  to  be  a  soldier  and  constantly  battling  with  herself  against  pre-programmed  ideals  meant  that  a  little  time  alone  with  a  sward  and  a  block  was  ideal.     it  wasn’t  like  sparring  with  river.    no,   she  could  be  lethal,    she  could  be  harsh  as  she  wanted  and  it  didn’t  matter.     and  she’s  fully  drawn  in. 

presence  is  finally  felt  behind  her,    but  she  has  no  idea  how  long  it’d  been  there.     sword  swings  and  she  turns  with  it,   halting  blade  just  shy  of  his  neck  and  smirking  up  at  him  from  behind  the  silver.    “   morning.   ”

[eternlle]

♡♡♡      𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   :    @nrrngtn​

she never would have imagined herself as a teacher before it happened    ---    or even considered mentoring little kids, until a coworker pointed out that she’d be good at it.    obligation isn’t her thing    ;    neither is steady employment, really, or england, yet here she is, wrapped up in all three.    it’s as wild as it sounds, yet somehow, evelyn’s found something she’s good at.    every tuesday at five o’clock, her little butterflies flutter in, and she spends two hours teaching them to move, singing and dancing, telling them stories to make them laugh and showing them leaps that leave them gasping with delight.     it’s something to look forward to, and hasn’t gotten boring yet    ;    on the contrary, evelyn loves getting to work with her petites.      thirteen girls, between the ages of five and six    ( an age she never got to enjoy with her own daughter )   ---   the prime age, they’ve discovered, for learning to dance.

tonight is their first big performance  :   a dance for father’s day, with an invitation extended to all the girls’ dads.    their first real audience.   anxiety thrums in her chest like a steam - powered engine, but it only fuels her on.    evelyn hasn’t sat down all night   ;   she is a blur of movement, making sure the girls’ fairy costumes are on correctly, the dance room decorated, the music ready, the chairs for the fathers set out.     so much to do!   so little time to do it! 

as each father ushers their girls in, evelyn is at the door to greet them.   some are new faces, some aren’t.   she finds a kind word to say about each of their girls as she steers the fathers to their seats.     yes, her throat is almost choked with excitement   ---   no doubt she’s glowing with it   ---   but that’s no excuse not to be friendly.    ( this isn’t her night, after all  ---   it’s for the dads and the girls. )

❛  mr. norrington  ---  lotte’s father, right?   it’s so nice to finally meet you!     i was just telling your sister last week, when she picked lotte up, what a natural dancer she is.     she’s so light on her feet, and has such enthusiasm  ---  ❜

any attempt at conversation is cut off when little lotte, fairy wings bouncing, rushes up to her father in near tears   ---   something about a lost sparkly headband.

[thomashxmilton]

@nrrngtn liked for a starter

Lord Thomas Hamilton had prided himself in knowing each and every person who attended his and Miranda’s parties they held at the house. He always saw the value in getting to know as many people as possible. His father always had disapproved Thomas’ eagerness to socialize with any sort of person. Celebrating the Christmas holiday, Thomas had extended an invitation to the Naval men in James’ regiment, figuring that many of them probably didn’t have places to celebrate the holiday.

Looking around the crowd, he saw a new face he hadn’t seen before. Most of the men here he had at least met in passing with his interactions with James. Commodore Norrington. He remembered the Admiral mentioning something about a new transfer from the Caribbean. Making his way over to him, Thomas asked, “Commodore Norrington, I presume?” Holding a hand out Thomas said, “I’m Thomas Hamilton. 

[rhaelluna]

RHAELLA HAPPENED TO be lost in her own world , particularly thinking about her most recent outing ; and such scandalous activities with a handsome man . She believed that seeing him would not happen so soon , but she was clearly proven wrong upon seeing the man . Rhaella wondered if she should make an attempt to talk to him , she needed to make a decision quick as if appeared he was about to leave . With that , the waiting woman finally voiced herself , ❛ James ! Hello ! ❜ She smiled brightly , a wave to seek out his attention . 

@nrrngtn​​ / semi plotted starter !