#windemerepeaked

[killedllove]

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐥, one that anyone else might have believed as to be genuine --- but they both knew each other well enough to be able tell the difference between the two. " Who's flirting ? I'm furious. " the grumbled playfully, arms crossed against his chest. They had always known Christine was rather enthusiastic about holidays and birthdays, " forcing us to go out on my birthday, see people I merely tolerate, and dressing up so I can do my favorite thing: showing off... especially if it's you I get to show ? It sounds miserable. What time are we leaving ? "

“ Are we arguing or flirting right now? I can’t tell. ” : @windemerepeaked

[silvercinders]

𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐲. That had never been something in question, the divide between them had always been the actions and demands of Araminta and Rosamund. Sophie had always appreciated the moments of brief rebellion Posy had undertaken for her, even if just for the purpose of sharing a secret smile. While she had always been the most loathed creature in that household, it had still hurt to see that not even being Araminta's biological daughter spared Posy from holding the Silver Medal in their home. Rosamund had always been the jewel, everyone else an extra (if not lesser). Which was why, now that Sophie was free from the Gun household truly, the first thing she wanted was to allow Posy the same freedom given to her. It had only been a brief conversation with Benedict and Lady Bridgerton before it was agreed that the invite be extended. Benedict going as far as to insisting that they'd pay for any dowry as well, fully allowing Posy to be free from the cold iron grasp of her mother --- should she choose it. It was why Sophie waited patiently over afternoon tea, sitting across from the girl she could now call her sister, with zero judgement as she made the offer. It was a big thing, turning one's back on their blood, even if justified. Sophie wanted Posy to know the power and the choice came down to her and her alone. " There is no time limit on this offer, if you wish to think on it. I just want you to feel the happiness that I have begun to feel. You deserve it. " ( @windemerepeaked )

[killedllove]

" 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧," she began as they sat at the table together as Auggie sat between them playing with their peas. A loving glance to their son briefly interrupted her thoughts, as her eyes darted between the two boys she loved more than anything in the world ( even if she was certain she had four brothers who would have rioted at the claim, if said aloud in their vicinity ). It was hard to remember how rough the path to their shared happiness had been when life truly felt like a fairy tale now in Clyvedon. Pulling herself from her wistful thoughts, Daphne continued: " do you think we could take off after the annual fair this year, and visit our family up in London ? Colin has returned from Greece once again, and Francesca is preparing to come out this season. " Under the table, a hand rested on her stomach. Not yet showing the surprise she had been waiting three months, to ensure there was no room for error this time. There had been one or two missed courses that had signalled false hope. " As much as I adore keeping your attentions solely on myself, I rather suspect that you have been nearly as missed as I have. " ( @windemerepeaked )

[killedllove]

" 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐚, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. " Francesca's voice called out across the flat, turning over the postcard in her hand with a fond expression. Although John was not much of a world traveller, he did sometimes go to places remote to find peace and solace. Once upon a time, it had been uncommon to hear from him during these retreats, but that had been before his ill-fated relationship and eventual strong friendship with Francesca. 'If anyone could make peace a comfortable group activity, it'd be you Fran' had been a common refrain between them for years now. One that she was happy to feel in equal measu re with him, and eventually, his cousin as well. " John's written, telling us about Nordic spas and cabins he's been visiting. " ( @windemerepeaked )

[killedllove]

𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 that Kate got to see her little sister these days. It was, perhaps, her biggest grievance for moving to London with Anthony and overseeing the business here. Sure, planes existed --- as did video calls, text messages, and TikToks shared back and forth. Still, having gone from spending so much of their life attached at the hip to long distance, it was nothing compared to the joy of actually seeing her sister in the flesh. " Bon, you are positively glowing ! " she said with a find expression, pulling her sister into an embrace. " I hope you don't mind spending your holidays in the land of rain and terrible tea, I promise I'll find some way to make it worth while. " Squeezing her tightly as if convincing herself that she was actually here, not just another image on a screen. "We have so much to catch up on, I hardly know where to begin. " ( @windemerepeaked )

[killedllove]

" 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 ? " their voice cut through the soft silence of 221b, as the detective stood in the doorway of their newly shared room. His eyes held no shame for the way they absorbed the sight of their fiancé, enjoying the freedom of once again being able to admire him without shame or embarrassment at being caught. It had been so long since it had been this easy, if it ever had been. Sherlock couldn't help but feel the corner of their mouth tug upward at the sight of the heirloom that rested upon John's fingers. Perhaps it was a bit archaic, but the feeling that they were visibly taken by him was one Sherlock rather enjoyed.

Still, Sherlock was not so distracted by John that they were ignorant to the energy that was radiating from him. Although, they never really could read John Watson --- as part of what had always been so fascinating to him, was that they were unknowable to their keen observations beyond the surface. Sherlock reasoned that their first social outing since they'd become betrothed was one that could be considered daunting. Their history, after all, was complicated. It was likely at least one of their loved ones would have concerns initially. ( @windemerepeaked )

[killedllove]

𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝. It was humiliating to be, bit she was nonetheless. Dame Aylin had given her many answers, but she was celestial. There was only so much that a Deva could truly understand about her turmoils right now. Even of Aylin had suffered her own griefs (and she had), immortality changed things. Shadowheart had been comforted by Loss, Pain, and Darkness for so long that embracing anything else was petrifying. Would she lose her magic, surely Shar would not allow her to cast in her name anymore... while it seemed like Selûne was granting her some now, surely that had to be purely for handling the Absolute. Shadowheart had done far too much in Shar's name, spoke against the Moonmaiden most of her life. How could she be forgiven for that in the long-term ? Isobel would be the one with some answers, but she wasn't sure if she was brave enough to ask. Lingering by the fire, Shadowheart waited as their companions slowly went off for the night. Attempting to summon the bravery for both the questions she needed to get off her chest, and the answers she was afraid of hearing... " It's a nice night... " she offered to break the silence.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @windemerepeaked

[killedllove]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, yet another thing Astarion no longer truly remembered the feeling of, monitoring closely. Since the visit from that tiresome old fool, Elminster, and handed them a magical self-destruct switch - courtesy from his goddess ex-girlfriend - they had noted that Gale's sleep had become more fitful. It wasn't that Astarion cared about Gale having sweet dreams... that'd be ridiculous and completely go against everything they were trying to do. It was just that they were days away from entering the Shadow-Cursed lands, and if Gale wasn't his best they could Magic Missile one of them or accidentally detonate and take them all out with him. So, when they heard the wizard shifting in his sleep, Astarion very quickly picked up a book Wyll had left by the fire and pretended to be focus on that instead. After all, it was purely for his own personal goals that Astarion was monitoring, which meant it was none of Gale's business if he'd been watching over him or not...

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 @windemerepeaked