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      PRESENTING :      HIS  LORDSHIP     ,     GILCHRIST  PICHLER     .

  @sapphvms     .

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aleyna :

@sapphvms​         /        ❝    i   have   not   been   able   drink   champagne   all   night   long   without   seeing   your   face   ,   and   though   we're   dancing   in   the   same   room   -   you're   an   ocean   away  .   .   ❞

[thcwandcrcr]

𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @sapphvms (( sirinay )) 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: the wedding reception

           As he sat at one of the tables having a drink, Aidan watched the crowd, he realized there were quite a few people he didn’t know. He assumed they were either guests of the other couple or someone the King had invited for whatever reason he had. Lately the King’s actions seemed... a little strange, to say the least. But he didn’t mind the strangers, all that mattered was that he was now married to Elise and he had his family to share this joy with.

          There was a young lady he had noticed before dancing with lady Madelinde. They both seemed to be very carefree and enjoying the celebrations. But when he saw the young lady again, they were now dancing on their own, and they were quite good at it. Except for when it came to twirling - they did it gracefully, yet as they were doing so they were getting closer to the table Aidan was sitting at. A little bit more and they’d bump into the table. Aidan quickly shot up from his seat and caught the lady, one arm wrapped around their waist for support. “Oh, careful!” he said with a smile as he was looking down at them to make sure it was safe to let them stand on their own. “You are one hell of a dancer, I must say.”

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Sirinay ( Aleyna )

❝      my   cousin   ?      ❞      a   laugh   slips   out   ,   the   lady   full   of   humour   at   the   thought   of   the   other   .   they   are   beloved   ,   even   if   she   is   sillier   than   a   fly   drawn   to   honey   -   drowning   itself   .   aleyna’s   always   enjoyed   the   other   ,   enjoyed   wandering   arm   and   arm   -   lips   slipping   words   of   gossip   out   .   ❝      i   mean   ,   she’s   an   utter   fool   ,   but   i   do   so   love   them   .   it’s   like   ,   obviously   they   got   the   barbu   beauty   ,   like   me   ,   but   not   the   brains   .      ❞

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nilam

❝      she’s   difficult   to   kill   .      ❞      is   the   offered   response   ,   nymeria   looking   away   .   ❝      but   ,   she   could   be   so   much   more   if   she   would   only   give   in   ,   terror   that   she   is   .   our   father   was   smart   enough   to   rank   her   low   on   the   list   .      ❞

[acsthctc]

❛ Death doesn’t let you say goodbye. It just carves holes in your life, in your future, in your heart. ❜

          He exhaled and was silent for a moment. What Gil said made Caius think he had lost someone very close to him, but he fully understood him. “I... couldn’t agree more,” he finally said looking up at Gil. “There is no closure, even at the funeral. There’s emptiness that you can’t fill. You just learn to live with it until it eventually becomes smaller or you just... get used to it.” Whoever it was that Gil had lost, it seemed to have left a mark. Caius put his hand on his friend’s shoulder and reassuringly squeezed it. “I’m here if you need someone to talk to or just don’t want to be alone.”

— @sapphvms

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𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐀:   EVENT.      ——     @sapphvms​

the  loss  of  her  powers  affects  her  little  ,  or  perhaps  it  should  .  aside  from  using  them  upon  herself  -  and  upon  her  loved  ones  on  occasion  -  they  are  rarely  used  .  still  ,  the  constant  use  of  manipulations  to  make  her  skin  glow  and  her  eyes  brighten  makes  it  so  now  she  feels  far  from  herself  without  them  .  gods  ,  how  did  people  live  like  this  ?  so  ,  common  .  after  sirinay  had  left  ,  the  lady  had  shuttered  herself  in  her  room  -  taking  the  time  to  come  to  terms  .  she  knows  not  what  else  will  fade  -  or  return  -  and  there  are  many  scars  she  wishes  to  never  come  to  light  .

she’s  seated  at  her  vanity  applying  little  bits  of  rouge  upon  her  cheeks  ,  eyes  near  blurring  with  unshed  tears  ,  when  she  spots  him  in  the  mirror  .  ❝    if  you’ve  only  come  to  insult  me  once  more  ,  i’ll  not  have  it  .  nor  your  mockery  .   ❞

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𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐀:   GILCHRIST.      ——    @sapphvms​​​​    ❛❛      you  make  me  sound  so  unromantic .     ❜❜

❛     i  don’t  know  what  you  expected  i’d  say  ,  dearest  .     ❜   moiré  replies  ,  face  held  up  only  by  her  fist  against  her  cheek  .  she’s  still  healing  up  a  wicked  illness  brought  from  a  late  night  drinking  with  the  other  high  ladies  of  court  .  there’s  a  pounding  in  her  skull  that  can  only  be  slightly  rectified  with  the  concoction  ahead  of  her  -  made  from  hair  of  a  wolf  no  less  .  even  if  the  lady  isn’t  fully  alert  in  her  demeanour  ,  she  speaks  each  word  clearly  .

❛     i’m  afraid  it’s  not  romance  when  it  all  is  simply  intended  to  draw  them  into  your  chambers  .  that’s  a  seduction  at  most  .     ❜  another  might’ve  called  her  crass  ,  and  in  this  moment  perhaps  she  is  .  but  the  lady  anastase  is  nothing  if  not  truthful  .