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[lordcarlisle]

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"I think I enjoy British weather more when I'm inside." Harry shook his head, water droplets flying from his soggy hair. Most of him was soggy, in all honesty. It was absolutely pounding rain down, and he'd forgotten his umbrella like the very attentive adult that he was.

"I'd enjoy it even more if it didn't seem like it has a personal vendetta against me. This is the third time I've been caught out this week!"

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

( 1920s Closed Starter II @thecreaturesofglen )

Richard Mayhew, despite him being mainly within the weeds of his career as a rookie detective, had been sent to take on the cases of a good number of the station’s clients. A rich heiress, however? Now, that was certainly a first.  As Richard stood at the front of her enormous and rather gaudy estate, the Scotsman couldn’t help but try and smooth out his jacket, and try and fix his lopsided collar. He wasn’t often this fidgety when it came to clients, but Miss Alice Stanton certainly seemed like an important one for the books. She was an heiress after all! Who’s to say she wasn’t related to royalty, or something? The last thing he wanted was to make a bad impression.

Still, as Richard rang the front door’s bell, he couldn’t help but wonder... Who would want to target an heiress? Surely, if they wanted her money they would’ve robbed her by now, but murdering one of her guests during a lavished party? It might sound foolish coming from a copper but, as far as he was concerned, it was rather extreme.  Finally, the door swung open. Taking his flat cap off, Richard nodded his head respectfully. “Mornin’! I’m Detective Richard Oliver Mayhew. I was sent by Scotland Yard. I was informed tha’ a murder took place here last nigh’?”

[pinevalley]

↟ ↟ @thecreaturesofglen (for Aurora) // starter call.

The chestnut landed directly on the other’s head.

“Oh!” A gasp from high above, followed by a half-stifled giggle. Clinging to a branch, Felicity covered her mouth with one hand to hide her smile. How rude. Her mother would have scolded her for such poor manners. She peered down at the figure below, her red hair a vivid mess against the leaves. “Um— I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” This was true, actually. One of her bare feet — scratched and dirtied from the climb — had dislodged the nut. And she hadn’t meant to laugh, either. She simply couldn’t help it.

A gust of wind made the branches sway and creak. Felicity’s breath caught in her throat. She gripped the branch tighter. Maybe she should’ve tried harder not to laugh. Maybe her rudeness had angered the wind. Heights usually didn’t bother Felicity, and she truly needed to climb the tree this time — to reach something caught in the branches — but she had climbed rather worryingly high. The child focused on the person far below, trying to sound unafraid. Her voice still trembled. “Are— are you okay?”

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

📸 For Lilith!

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//Okay, but this foto is just too cute. How could it NOT be one of Richard’s favourites? He feels like it just captures Lilith’s bubbly, adorableness. Also, this was taken when she managed to actually convince Richard to wake up early on a Saturday to head out to the nearby farmer’s market. Seeing that she’s probably the only person who’s capable of doing that, he snapped a shot <3//

//This one was probably when Lilith came over to cook a dish for Richard, that, for the life of him he can’t remember the name of, but either way was delicious. Again, she was just too cute not to take a foto of 🥺//

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

( @thecreaturesofglen​ II Continued from here )

“Mm. Apparently so,” muttered Richard, taking another sip from his pint. He still couldn’t help but wonder why Alice insisted on following him around. Maybe there was some supernatural, powerful connection that bonded the two over time and space. Maybe she just loved to torment him. Maybe ghosts just had no sense of personal space. Or maybe it was a mix of all three. Yeah. Probably all three.

Watching the spirit take a sip from her champagne Richard tilted his head curiously. “How does drinkin’ even work for ghosts? I mean... Wouldn’t it just... I dunno’... Go righ’ through ye’?”

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

( @thecreaturesofglen II Continued from here )

Richard didn’t expect to see Lilith on his way back home, nor did he expect her to be all gussied up near a graveyard, of all places. Still, even as he waved at her from across the ways, he had to admit that she looked rather beautiful under the milk light of the moon. It wasn’t a surprise that the Scotsman’s faced burned red when she cocooned him in a tight hug, before feeling her palms and the round of her cheek fall against his broad chest.  “Woah, easy there. Are-... Are ye’ a’righ’?” he asked, in between clearing his throat. God it was hard not to stumble over his words between feeling the weight of her warm figure against his own, and the view of those eyes. Those enchanting eyes. 

“Hang on, absinthe? I don’t think I’ve ever met another person who’s drank absinthe other than my Gran Da’,” he teased.  “I’d love to join yer’ party, just as long as yer’ sure I’m not crashin’ it or anythin’.-- Also, am I dressed for a party?” asked Richard, motioning to his blue jumper. “I don’t exactly look formal.”

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

Soft Gestures + 13 (From Lilith please!)

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13. Help them with their tie Brows pinched together, The Scotsman continued to mutter under his breath, his determined gaze never daring to shy away from the cut of fabric he was clumsily toying with beneath his chin. "There." It came out worse than last time. More frustrated mutters fluttered from past his lips only to come to a halt when he noticed Lil observing him from the doorway. "Sorry. How much of tha' did ye' see?" he chuckled sheepishly, a tinge of warm scarlet burning now against his earlobes.

Then, without a word, the other passed a gentle offer as her delicate fingertips began to gracefully undo his earlier creation. "Thank ye', love. I dunno' why I cannae' seem to get the hang of this, no ma'er how many times I try. Bakin' bread? Tha's easy. I can do it with my eyes closed. But this? Impossible." Richard's blue gaze began to watch in wonder at the sight of Lil's weaving fingers. "-- Okay, maybe not so impossible. When did ye' learn to do tha'?" he smiled.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

I'm late to the party, but Richard is getting a very nice, hand-knitted sweater from Lilith for his birthday! And homemade cake!

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"Lil, this is..." A soft smile graces the Scotsman's lips, as he lovingly cradles the self-less, hand-made gift in his hands, before shedding it on with much care. "It fits perfectly!" he beamed, before engulfing her figure in a warm embrace. "I love it. Thank ye', love. This migh' possibly be the best present anybody has made for me."