#plan d

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Plan D

[ungekvsst]

Wenn man nicht zu blöd dazu gewesen wäre, Gegenwart als Glück zu erkennen. Wenn man nicht immer wieder den stumpfen Fehler beginge, alles, was man liebt, für ewig zu halten, weil einem aus purem Selbstschutz die Fantasie für ein wirklich brutales Verlustausmaß fehlt.

Plan D von Simon Urban

[random-xpressions]

I love when my plans get cancelled because deep down I know that there's a better plan in the making...

Random Xpressions

[gibsalad]

banana-flavored L

[culturebored]

[forgottenvalentina]

Plan D | Valentina & Edmund

"Roisin, dear, won't you run up to my room and fetch me my stylus?"

"But--"

The girl cast a quick glance towards Sonya and Edmund, nestled cozily in a dark corner, laughing and whispering together rather chummily, and Valentina felt her grin deepen. She'd been at some lengths keeping her youngest stepdaughter busy, tonight: this was a tete-a-tete she was not eager to see broken up, particularly as -- was it just her imagination, or did the two young people lean just a little closer, smile just a little longer, as the minutes ticked by?

"Oh, you silly girl!" Valentina interrupted Roisin. "Not that stylus! The other one!"

"You said that--"

"I wouldn't need to keep repeating myself, Roisin, if you'd only bring me the right stylus. Now, up you pop! And don't you come back down here until you've found the right one!"

Roisin set the stylus down much harder upon the little table at Valentina's side than was entirely necessary -- or ladylike -- and rushed back up the stairs for the umpteenth time. How her legs must be burning by now! Valentina smirked.

Yet, no sooner had she arranged for them to continue chatting together, than Cillian appeared in the room.

"Arthur's here," he said in a dull, irritated voice.

"Cillian! What have I told you about properly announcing guests!"

He smirked. "That it should be according to their just deserts which, incidentally, is precisely what you just heard." With that, he left the room again.

"The cheek!" cried Valentina, springing up, now suddenly quite alarmed by how close Sonya and Edmund were sitting, and desperately wishing Roisin were here again to distract him, and thus keep Arthur from suspecting Sonya might prefer his brother. "Sonya! You must go and greet our guest! At once! And do make amends for that disgraceful servant, won't you? I insist that you not re-enter this room until that is accomplished!"

Good. That would keep the two of them quite alone for some time...which just left Valentina and Edmund. No matter, Valentina thought, approaching Edmund and quickly assuming the spot her daughter had just vacated. It was better for everyone if she entertain the younger prince, than if that little nitwit, Roisin, did it.

Turning her most sacchrine smile upon the prince, Valentina flushed slightly. "Oh, Your Highness, you really must excuse our..." she tittered, a touch nervously. "Country manners. I know compared to the high refinement you are accustomed to at court we must seem so perfectly...quaint. I do recall, myself, you know, what it was like to first come here as one of...royal blood," she added, significantly, arching a brow. "Quite the culture shock, I confess, but...a woman, you know, particularly a royal woman, Your Highness, would do anything for love. And I do pride myself, you know, that my Sonya does boast many of those natural delicacies of manner inherent to those of our...rank. In truth, I didn't even have to teach her! She knew all her manners instictively."

For what it was worth, Valentina did believe this. However, she was mistaken. Sonya had, indeed, been taught her manners, just not by Valentina: her nurse and her governess had done the job, which was lucky as Valentina ought never to be relied upon to tach anything to anyone.

"But," she said, feigning fondness as she looked upon her Plan D. "I'm sure your royal mother found much the same with you, no doubt. It is a thing one finds in royal blood which can never be driven out. Don't you agree, Highness?"

[emeraldbabygirl]

I love and admire the woman I watch online that cook and go out to shop all on their own and make dinners and meals for themselves or their husbands or family like I wish I could do that. It’s so satisfying to watch them cut up vegetables and fry chicken and make those cute cutlets and put together the bento boxes and they have cute kitchens and cute cooking tools and buy cute appliances for their house and wear pretty dress and cute lil tops and all their videos are so fun and aesthetically pleasing to watch and so satisfying. They’re all so cunty I wanna try some of the recipes they do and I did make tamagoyaki and a potato salad once and it was fun and I’ve made more different fried rice and I wanna make the hamburg steak and chicken cutlets and those cute croquettes too ahhh they’re so badass I love them I wanna be like them too!

[notsofriendlyfriendlyreminder]

Dutch: Okay plan G. Arthur: Don't you mean plan B? Dutch: No, plan B was a long time ago, and I skipped plan C because of technical difficulties John: What about plan D? Dutch: Plan D was Hosea and Arthur's desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago Charles: And plan E? Dutch: I'm hoping not to use plan E. Micah dies in it. Arthur: I like plan E.