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                                                     Her hand was still clutched around the parchment, not knowing WHERE  she was going, but all she did know was that she had to find him. She had to tell him. It was strange to her that it took Catherine giving her a piece of BLANK parchment to show her who was really in her heart. ‘’ Bash. ’ she whispered his name as if it were water && she was DYING of thirst. ‘’ It’s you. I choose you. ’ a smile spread across her features as she looked up at him.

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“I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.” bash

               meme ; accepting if you can find it

it was  more  painful now. being alone was  EASIER. living for someone else was harder. when you care so little for your own well-being you become reckless and carefree. loving is tough. loving is teeth and hands and the terror of loss. meg had learned that with her brother. she’d learned it with her mother. she’d learned it with adonis. those words – they were the same chorus she’d always swelled to when caught in his golden embrace. ‘he is my other half. he is my light. i am the moon and he is the sun.’ and then that perfect painting was shattered as his  head  rolled across the floor and  s c a r  l e t  stained her sandaled toes.

                                                                promises are made to be broken.

she clung to bash’s tunic, her ebony locks waving carelessly down her back as megara traced invisible grecian patterns into the skin of his forearm. her eyes shown bright and glistened slightly. old memories. loss. contempt. love.

      ❛  i’ve made that promise before.  twice now. once to my family, and another to adonis. i’ve  broken  it both times.  ❜

she grimaced. did he understand ? she’d told him but did he truly  k n o w ? did he know the loss that came with love, especially  h e r  love ? her love was a vicious thing. it was cruel and came with rage and brimstone and scratching fingers. it came with desperation. it came with the darkness only found in shadowed corners after the sun went down ; when there is no shelter but in the arms of a woman who  c a n n o t  h e l p  but leech every piece of happiness you’ve ever had from your soft and willing lips. her love is as unforgiving as her skin. and her teeth. and her   fear.

     ❛  this is dangerous. i don’t want to break you. you  french are so … f r a g i l e. ❜

the chuckle is heavy and dark, but her meaning is clear even behind her mask of confident swagger. she would eat him alive without a second thought.

this would never last. they both knew it, but the spice in the air and the scent of freedom and wanting was too blinding to try and fight away. when had it all become so overwhelming ? when had her every sense become devoted to the idea of him ? the shape of him ? when had megara dropped  EVERY  defense she’d built up over the course of her life, all for a bastard french prince ?

                 — when had it become so hard ?

the answer is simple ; when she fell in love. because one cannot fall from a towering cliff and expect the landing to be    easy.

       ❛  you’d think we’d learn. ❜

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“I find myself reminded to keep you far away from me.” bash

               meme ; accepting if you find it

the words ricocheted off her like a  slap, ringing and echoing and racking her head. meg took a step back, then another. it wasn’t as if she hadn’t been thinking the same thing–but hearing the words fill what little space had been left between them left an open wound in her side. she stumbled awkwardly, the arms they’d both been gripping now wavering and confused …. unsure.

  ❛  and yet you’re the one who always closes the distance.  ❜

except not all the way. not the entire distance. not those last three inches – four inches — f i v e  inches between them.

  ❛  we are both cowards, i suppose. ❜

her olive fingers brushed the cobblestone wall as megara continued to distance herself from the man. one step at a time – the curtain falling – the walls going up… there. now she is nothing but a marble statue. it’s impossible to love a stone shell.

  ❛  why are you so determined to hurt me ?                        why are you so determined to hurt  y o u r s e l f ?  ❜

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bash wants another kiss pls

            SHE’S USED TO WAKING AT THE BREAK OF DAWN. sometimes before. today is a  B E F O R E. she’s left her room, dressed already with her hair in loose curls, half pulled away from her face. she knows very well that she has to be ANNOUNCED before she can enter his room. but, a reckless streak has her distracting the guard with a word of concern for a woman down the hall. when he’s gone, she’s slipped into the dark room sebastian is asleep in. memories of her own home ring up through her veins, but she presses them down. no, she wasn’t sneaking in to tell him GOODBYE. she was sneaking in to say HELLO..  

HE’S HALF UNCOVERED HIMSELF FROM THE BLANKETS, loose tunic on his torso as always. she bites her lip as she kneels on the end of his bed, debating her course of action. she’s not an INDECENT girl. no, she was raised to be more proper than that. still, though… it was not as if thoughts did not CROSS HER MIND. she attempts to shake them as she crawls over to him, hoping her perfume would give him an idea of whom it was. ( she had more things to worry about if it did not. ) she moves her hair from her shoulder & leans down, pressing a few chaste kisses to the exposed skin of his abdomen, lips soft & plump against warm skin. ❛ sebastian— ❜ his name falls from her lips in a soft HUM, luring him from his sleep as GENTLY as she could. 

                  HER HANDS GENTLY MOVE THE FABRIC OF HIS SHIRT UPWARDS, fingertips just BARELY grazing skin as she presses more firmly planted kisses along the center of his chest, reaching up to his collarbone as she moved to straddle his abdomen, hands sliding up & pressing the heel of her palm into his pecs before back down to her legs to rasp his hips lightly, fingers pressing into the bone. She kisses up his neck, lips memorizing the curve of his throat & jaw before hovering over his lips. ❛ GOOD MORNING, ❜ she whispers, a smile reaching her eyes when she notes he’s cracked open at least one eye to look at her. 

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I want the K x2 from bash

KISSES || ACCEPTING      #17; GOOFY KISS

               HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE DISCUSSING SOMETHING WITH FRANCIS. he’d been called ten minutes ago. instead, his hands & pulling at her back, urging her closer to him as he leans on the closest wall. one kiss had turned to two, two to five, five to a hundred. they’re SPEAKING between some of the kisses – nothing important. just trying to make rationale of their situation as to explain his absence if asked. ( though, most people understood his wanting to be near her in his free time – or anytime, really. ) as she smiles against his lips, she can feel his own grin rising up. 

                     HE SAYS SOMETHING THAT WOULD HAVE NORMALLY BROUGHT A CRIMSON BLUSH TO HER CHEEKS – instead, the only thing it brings is a laugh from her lips that gets mixed with a  s n o r t i n g noise; this DOESbring the blush to her cheeks as she brings a hand up to cover her mouth as she laughs, amused with herself, even in her embarrassment. as UNFLATTERING as it is, HE seems to find it  a d o r a b l e. he’s kissing the face she’s now hiding from him, lips pressing to the hands guarding the blush on her skin. he’s laughing with her, assurances& taunts all mixed together on his tongue as his lips instead move to her throat, only spreading the red tint down her fair skin. he finds the spot on her neck that holds most ticklish for her & torments it, only causing MORE of her un-ladylike laughter to fall from her lips. 

                        HIS GRIN IS AS WIDE AS HER EMBARRASSED ONE as he moves her hands from her face, exposing the bleary-eyed girl who’s a bit dazed from her laughter. she leans into him as he meets her half way for another kiss, both GIGGLING like school-children & trying to suppress the smiles threatening the kiss. 

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I want the K it bash

KISSES || ACCEPTING       #5; FIRM KISS

                    SHE’S BALANCING ON HER GOOD LEG, hands resting on sebastian’s shoulders to help herself. nearly TWO MONTHS after the assault on her home & she was able to walk distances without much trouble. in the small amount of time that bash had been home, her recovery had boosted. it was a matter of MORALE. seeing him again, safe & ( mostly ) unharmed reinvigorated the will to LIVE that she’d lost in russia. he’d understood her aversion to romantic contact the first few days – she was S C A R E D. she had reason to be. losing anyone else she was  a t t a c h e d  to would surely do her in. 

 AS SHE STOOD WITH HIM, fingers gently grasped at the fabric covering his shoulders. she smiles to herself as she leans her forehead to his, breath gentle from her lips as she rests from her exercises. ❛ thank you, ❜ she murmurs, soft & gentle. ❛ you didn’t HAVE to help me. i appreciate you wanting to, ❜ she says quietly. she’d TRIED to push him away from her. give him the { freedom } of finding a toy that was   U N B R O K E N.  by the way he held her waist now, she knew that was no task he was fulfilling. she leans back to look at him, blue hues searching gray for a moment before she gently cups his cheek. ❛ god has a plan for me… i know he does– ❜ 

 EVEN IN A LIFE LIKE HERS, HER FAITH WAS UNSHAKEN.

                 ❛ HE BROUGHT YOU TO ME FOR A REASON. who am i to question why you’re still here?  ❜ she murmurs. without her family to lean on, she needed him. wanted him. they needed each other. she was left here for a REASON. maybe HE was it. her thumb strokes across his cheek before she leans up, pressing her lips to his firmly – reinforcing her decision to follow their  p a t h  once more. she slides her arms around his neck, leaning into him with a small smile creeping onto her lips. 

bash obv raises his hands.

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nah she’ll take francis thanks

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char is impatient || ofbastxrds

              SHE’S BEEN PUT ON BED REST. it’s the only semi-suitable arrangement for a girl in her condition. there are STITCHES in the side of her head --( or rather, WERE in the side of her head; they’ve since been removed as her wound healed.) one of the physicians is currently at work with her leg again today -- a deep wound is stitched up along her thigh, healing slowly with the herbs & remedies they’re providing her. she keeps her eyes COVERED when they’re working on it. she can’t bring herself to look at it. it reminds her too deeply of what she’s experienced.

                 SHE HASN’T SPOKEN MORE THAN FEW WORDS SINCE HER ARRIVAL. it’s ODD for the duchess -- one so usually filled with LIGHT to have such a haze of darkness shrouding her gaze. she can’t help it. it’s only been a few week’s time. she’d been in the same  r o o m  with the shrieking & blood & begging -- she’d been the one ivan choice to HELP; proclaiming love for her & her joy in life. while she would be forever grateful, she felt g u i l t  seep into her bones like a plague she would be cursed to live with for the rest of her life. SHE was ALIVE, while her family was NOT. 

              SHE’D SUSPECTED SOMETHING WAS WRONG. war was threatening their home; their father had made enemies far too powerful for them to conquer; guards were watching them all the time. so she’d sent a letter to tell france what had happened -- if it happened. she knew their chances. she wanted sebastian to know first. from her. not some word of mouth of how her father had fallen. he had to REMEMBER HER. 

             SHE’D BEEN TAKEN FROM THE PALACE -- out when the bodies of her family were being CARELESSLY piled into a cart. just when she was to be added on, she woke up screaming, only to be SILENCED by ivan, allowing him to have an excuse to drag her to a more secluded area & get away with her, carrying her on horseback. when asked where she would be safe, she’d immediately thought of FRANCE. no, she thought of the color gray. the feeling of stubble brushing against smooth cheeks. the breathy chuckle that fell off soft lips. calloused hands tangled in curls. SEBASTIAN. it was her only chance. ivan took her there & got her the help she needed -- he’d only been able to clean her wounds & bind them long enough for the travel, occasionally getting help from nursemaids on the journey. francis knew of the downfall of the romanovs. he didn’t believe her until he saw her ring -- the symbol of the romanov’s -- & the sheer damage dealt to her body. 

             NOW SHE LAY ON A COT, poked & prodded as they bend her knee, seeing if her stitches hold up. they do. she is able to WALK with help. she sits upright, curls messy on her shoulders. she doesn’t feel at ease here. mary & francis are quite nice, as her ladies, but it’s not HOME. she’ll never be home again. she closes her eyes & stands, brushing her hands against her sides to smooth the gown she wears. she wants him here. she knows where he went. what he would see. he would think she’s DEAD until he comes back. francis had promised to tell him where she was the moment he arrived. 

                 SHE TAKES A FEW STEPS,  wincing & scrunching up her face, but holding up a hand to keep the others from helping her.  ❛ could i be left alone for a while...?  ❜ she requests, to which they all amend to leave her be. she rakes a hand through locks of brown & starts to turn back to her cot to nap when she hears the door open with more PURPOSE than she’s expecting. she can HEAR labored breathing before she’s even LOOKED to see whom it is. when she does, her lips fall open with a soft, sharp gasp -- heart beat springing into her throat.  ❛ sebastian! ❜ she exclaims, but she’s not smiling. no, emotions have not quite SETTLED upon the duchess yet. her happiness is twisted with pain like vines & thorns. 

              SHE HURRIES TO HIM, ignoring her limp to allow herself to throw her arms around his neck, whimpering from the bruises & cuts hidden beneath her clothing protesting to the movement. she doesn’t CARE. she just needs to know she hasn’t lost EVERYTHING.  ❛ i’m so sorry i wasn’t in russia to meet you -- i-i couldn’t stay; ivan had to bring me somewhere. your brother let me stay & they’ve been TRYING to fix my wounds; they’re all very kind. please tell me you’re not hurt? is russia in chaos? why would you go  B A C K  there after i sent my letter? ❜ oh, she’s rambling, words finally tumbling from her lips after weeks of near silence.