#plot: forbidden

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"This is wrong."

The fire popped! loudly in the hearth. Genevieve shifted sleepily and lifted her head from the crook of his shoulder, blinking against the bright light of the fire. “Wrong?” she murmured, fingers curling lightly along his ribcage. “What is?”"How small your hands are," he murmured into her hair, clasping his hand around hers and lifting it to his mouth. “These hands are so small, so perfect ... I have never seen hands as lovely as yours, and it is wrong. Hands dare not be so lovely.”“Nonsense,” Genevieve laughed, propping herself up carefully. “I prefer yours. Hard and calloused and warm.” She pressed a kiss to his palm. “There is nothing wrong here. You are tired. Go to sleep now.” 

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advent calendar meme → day five | a male character of someone else's

WILLIAM BERKELEY

Played opposite of Genevieve Townsend, William Berkeley is one of my most admired characters here on Tumblr. A Scottish soldier living amongst the royal court in London, he does his best to hide his longing for his homeland and endure the pressures of being a favorite of the king.

Having lived through several Crusades and skirmishes in the North of Scotland, William is a soldier through and through. He lives, eats, and breathes the life of a soldier, and this translates into his life at court and his interaction with others. He prefers the quiet and simple life, but peace is a difficult thing to come by in the busy beehive of court.

Unlike Genevieve, Will's experiences in war and hardship have broken his faith in God, an unusual thing in the days of religious reign by the monarch. But his experience with the Church and God have taught him to live life to the fullest, to seize opportunity and chance, and never look back.

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character moodboard ➤ genevieve townsend

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Just Look at Me: One of our muses has gotten dressed up for the other. Requested by: silver1x1 Pairing: Genevieve Townsend and William Berkeley 

He was going to laugh at her.

Genevieve groaned and shoved her head into the pillow of William’s bed, pounding against the mattress with her fist anxiously. This had been a stupid, terrible idea, and he was going to laugh at her and call her silly and childish, and that would be the end of it. She shoved herself up off the bed to go and fetch her clothes, muttering to herself as she pawed through her dress to find her stockings.

“Genevieve.” 

She froze. Then her head lifted, and she remained crouched on the floor in nothing but the silly scraps of fabric that Jocelyn had told her to wear. “Erm.” She swallowed and stood slowly, cheeks turning a brilliant shade of red. “I was just -“

He shook his head and stepped inside his bedroom, closing the door quietly behind him. “What are you wearing?” he asked curiously, removing his cloak and draping it over the chair by his door.

This only made Genevieve’s cheek turn redder, and she scowled at him from across the room. “I wanted to surprise you,” she said, snatching up her dress and holding it in front of her. “You - I thought you would like -“ She huffed and stomped her foot when she saw him bite his lip to hide his smile. “I knew you would laugh at me! William Berkeley, this is the last time I shall ever think to do something special for you, you -“

“Genevieve,” he laughed, crossing the room to her and grasping her hands. He laughed again and took her face between his hands, dipping his head to kiss her mouth tenderly. “My dear, sweet Genevieve. I am not laughing at you.”

“Yes, you are,” she insisted, tugging childishly to get away from him and sniffling her tears away. “You are laughing at me. You think I am silly.”

“On the contrary,” he said quite seriously, tilting her chin up towards him, “I think you look beautiful.” Then he chuckled again. “But you have a feather stuck to your forehead. Would you like me to remove it for you?”

“Oh, hush,” Genevieve mumbled, and tugged him down for a long kiss once he’d plucked the feather free from her skin. When she pulled away, she smiled shyly up at him. “Do you like your surprise?”

“Mmm,” William said with a nod, and scooped her up into his arms. She gave a happy laugh. “I like my surprise.”