#reply: queued

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eternallysupreme: 

A displeased sigh left her lips as her hand was jostled, moving the red stick away from her mouth. Arms wrapped around her waist from behind, effectively preventing any movement away without ruining the hour she’d spent readying herself for the night ahead. At the reflection of unkempt raven hair and boyish lips against her shoulder, Fiona scowled.

          “Move a single hair out of place——

                                                           and you’ll wish your mother hadn’t whelped you.”

                                    "--------------- Always so very ladylike, Fiona." 

           Hesitantly, Mordred altered the positions of his hands, instead resting them upon the sharp points of the Supreme's hips. Pressing the line of his clothed chest up against her back, Mordred ran the tip of his curved nose against her bare neck, breathing in the sweet scent of her perfume.

           "-------------- Where are you sneaking off too?"

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upholdthefamilyhonour:

            ❝Leave it be, Your Highness.❞

        { The words were more of a growl than anything else, his anger peaked by the pain rolling down the side of his face —— the side that had been burned and torn apart by his Queen. By the woman he had professed to protect no matter what. And this was how she had repaid him for one moment of weakness, for one small mistake. He knew she was cruel but he had never experienced it firsthand like this. } 

                              ❝I don’t need help.❞

               "Yes, Justin; I believe you do."

          The amount of pain his faithful Knight must have been in at that moment must have been excruciating. The Prince himself had been subjected to punishments at the Queen's hand, and he knew that his Mother was not one to go easy on those she did not think deserving. If he had known of Morgana's plans for Justin, the Prince would have tried to stop her; plead with her ------ Justin was his right hand; a man Mordred knew he could trust with not only his life, but the Queen's as well. Slowly, the Prince stepped closer, black cloak brushing the cold ground as he squatted before his Knight.

          "Bring me the physician and a bowl of warm --- clean --- water. Whatever you do; do not let the Queen know of your orders," the Prince ordered his servant firmly, his eyes not leaving the burns coating the Knight's face.

          "---------------- I'm sorry, Justin. I did not know."

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thedarknesstohislight:

      Snow that had not been tainted by the city’s fumes and mud was extremely rare in London but outside of their home was a perfect blanket that had not yet even been stepped in. Needless to say, Ana quickly awoke her sleeping boyfriend before dragging him outside (not without making sure he was well prepared for the cold that was going to hit them). Excited gasps slipped from her lips as she danced around in the snow, making her mark in them. Peeking over her shoulder, a mischievous smirk crossed the ebony’s lips before she knelt down and gathered a portion of snow up into her hand and moulded it into a ball. Standing, she cleared her throat and threw it directly at Mordred before bursting into a fit of laughter, her hand covering her lips as she attempted to hide it. 

                                                     The chill that bit at his nose and his cheeks was bitter. One that coloured his skin red and made his breath fog up when he exhaled. If Mordred had had his way, he'd be back home with a large, steaming mug of tea and thick pajamas on ---- Ana had always said he was more like a cat than Davey was, and now, he could believe it. He really wasn't a fan of the cold, and much preferred the warmth of his own home. For his girlfriend, though, Mordred knew he'd pretty much do anything to make her happy. Even though he was all but miserable, he'd endure it ------ that was until Ana through a snowball the size of her fist at him, one which caught him directly in the face. With a shocked gasp, gloved hands reached up to brush the cold, wet snow from his nose.

                       "------------- You did not just do that."

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"Don’t go."

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                                                            “—————- You know I have to, Dean.”

                   No matter how desperate Mordred was for the words she spoke to be firm, she knew that the look currently painted on her face said otherwise. She didn’t have to leave, and neither did she want to —— she was doing it because there really was no other choice. It was the right thing to do, for both of them knew that if she didn’t go then, the way she and Dean felt toward one another in that moment would only intensify and make things so much harder. Falling for each other wasn’t something either of them had ever agreed on in the beginning ——- this was only ever meant to be just sex. Nothing more, nothing less ——- they couldn’t afford for it to be anything more than that.

                                                      Holding the sheets above her chest with one hand, she outstretched the one she had free and ran long fingers through Dean’s short locks, a small — if not a little sad — smile tugging at the corners of her thin lips.

                                                     ”Sam’ll be back soon, anyway. You want him to find us like this?”