#queenviictoria

[consultingsister-aa]

STARTER CALL // @queenviictoria

“I’d hate for you to think that I’m not having the time of my life, but doesn’t this feel a little more like a funeral than a twenty-third birthday party?” She lent towards the young royal, not wishing to incur the wrath of the older generation behind her. Celia raises her eyebrows at her friend, smiling encouraging. “Come on, it’s Friday night in London, ditch this party and we’ll find another. One with slightly more tequila. Take the night off, you need it.” 

[rlyehbound]

COMING TO GRIPS WITH HIS condition was a slow process. If he was being honest, he may NEVER get used to his position or anything of the sort. However, he couldn’t help, but give a JAB at the other; not while he still was able to actually do so. ❝ I’ve REGRETTED enough things to last lifetimes. Laughing over something this SIMPLE is child’s play,  MY QUEEN. ❞

// @queenviictoria  xxx

[threecardtrick]

He’s the newly elected Prime Minister for the Labour party and to say that it all felt like a dream was an understatement. He was poor boy from the slums of London who in his childhood could never have dreamed of achieving the highest office in the country. And here he is, walking into the room to have his first meeting with the queen. He’s nervous beyond belief, almost worse than when he had been waiting for the ballot results. “Your Majesty,” he greeted humbly, “it’s an honour to meet you.”

[riffrafpilot]

@queenviictoria

          “Yer jokin’, yeah? Tell me you’re jokin’, V.” Eyes plead as he towels off. As often as he’s up in the air, he’s just as often in training, and having to dive into a very cold body of water didn’t exactly lift his spirits any. Supposes that it’s nice for the war effort to have the King just...stop by, but it shakes Danny’s nerves more than he’d like to admit. 

          “How soon?”

[twelvetm]

meep, maybe? oh, and NIKKI... ultimatcgingc!

Send me a url and I’ll record my voice saying the url along with what I think of them. || accepting  || @queenviictoria && @ultimatcgingc

in which i love on both of you

[ohyoungmonarch]

lowkey gift for @pastbrought​ based on her verse with @queenviictoria​

[intransigentholmes]

Sherlock stood still. Very still. Eyes fixed on the lake, fingertips together, he was completely focused on trying to figure out just why exactly he found himself in that particular place on that particular time. From the distance he looked almost like a statue.

Admittedly, the garden was definitely easier on his eyes than the interior and the fact that a sheet was not the only thing Sherlock was wearing seemed also quite opportune in the balance. Still, between data scarcity and all too many variables, he couldn’t predict much.

Whom was he about to meet? One of Mycroft’s old friends again? That seemed most probable and boring. Then again, if that was the case, the garden seemed to be a rather strange choice. Mycroft’s bunch never seemed to pass the chance to contain the younger Holmes brother. Here, in the garden at Buckingham Palace he felt all but unbound.

[yankeeballs-a]

HE’D   SEEN   HER   WATCHING   THE   WOODEN   TOY   SHIP      floating in the lake ,        ever away from the young boy chasing it through the shallow water .        hand lifts hat ,        combs through dark strands almost absent - mindedly ,        as if in attempt to look  presentable .        just in case it is her ,        and eyesight doesn’t play its tricks on him .        she isn’t standing close ,        but in the calm of the park during this lazy afternoon she’d  hear  if he spoke with measured voice .        he hesitates ,        gaze still carefully examining the woman’s features in need for clarity ,        but there’s a soft smile he can’t suppress .          ‘     wouldn’t’ve thought they put that much effort into the entertainment of the young one day .     ’              @queenviictoria / sc.