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[xthesparequeen-a]

Deciphering Letters

     Her fan waved back and forth at a rapid pace, the spring humidity getting the better of the soon to be Duchess. She let out an exhausted sigh, wanting to go back inside. But alas she couldn't. Granted there was no one stopping her but the smell of new paint was causing her to have such a migraine. She escaped the fumes and retreated out into the gardens, far away from the retched stench.

     "I can not wait until the manor has it's former floral scent once again. It could take years with all the layers of paint on the walls!", she said aloud, her voice escalating in tone as she reached the end of her sentence, not having a care in the world should anyone hear her.

     Anna wanted to take off her dress and damned corset, taking a dip int the lake nearby but heaven forbid should anyone see such a sight. Her fiance' and sister would simply have a cow at the indecency displayed for the world to see. So instead she suffered in silence out in the gazebo, trying to get some much need cool air.

     In the bare silence, she began to let her thoughts take her to the future. She would be getting married soon, to a man she detested more than anything. Who saw her as nothing more than an object to place upon a high shelf where no one could touch it but him. The shelf would not be too high though on a count of he was quite short in size.

     As her thoughts jumbled about in her mind, she heard a voice call out to her and Anna turned, seeing a maid hurrying towards her. "My lady, you have received a letter." Anna blinked in surprise. "Really?" She never received anything. She didn't really have any friends who would be writing to her. Maybe it was her fiance' reminding her not to go out and about in town...again.

     With a roll of her eyes at the thought, Anna thanked the maid and glanced over the name. Vanessa. It was unfamiliar to her, having not met that many people, she would remember a name like this. Shaking her head she tore open the seal and began to read the letter, curious as to what exactly the lady had to say.

[peterpan-of-neverneverland-blog]

"You're sick, you know that?" Peter's eyes, once so warm and inviting, were cold, hard, angry even. A laugh escaped his throat. "I mean, I had hope in you. Faith. Trust? PIXIE DUST? Do you REMEMBER that, Hans?" A force pinned everything in place. "I don't know if you realize how incredibly /painful/ it is, not being believed in. I mean, it's not like my EXISTENCE depends on it or anything." A light in the window, traceable behind the curtain, tinkled with cruel glee. "I mean, I used to want to bring children hope. I'd invite them to my home, give them the most fun they'd ever had. Give them 'good dreams' that would influence them throughout their lives. But, you know what? You all stopped believing." An icy grip slid around the pinned prince's throat. "I thought you'd be different, though. I trusted you above all the others. Fuck, I even made you a LOST BOY." The grip tightened. "Do you have any idea how many people have become lost boys?" Teeth, once so kind in a smile, straight and white. They flashed in the moonlight, now sharp, mean. "You were the Third. The THIRD lost boy to ever join us. There's only been ten since you." The teeth traced his jawline, bitter and resentful. "I trusted you." In an instant, everything was gone. The light flickered on, a gas lamp. What was that feeling washing over everything? Pity? Breath came ragged, but it came well. "Had another night terror, dearest brother?" a small voice whispered the inquiry. Worry etched the child's brow. "Big brother... I had a bad dream too." The petite form crawled into the large bed, her white night gown shining in the light. She couldn't feel the terror still gripping her brother. Couldn't relate, couldn't empathize. "I love you, Hans. You're my favorite brother." Her breathing slowed, a smile of innocence gracing her entire face. She always smiled with her whole face. That was one of her endearing qualities. A whisper slid from her breath, not directed to anyone. "Dear dream man, Please watch over my brother. I love him so much, and I want him to be happy. Please give him the kind of dreams you give me. Make him understand there's something fun in life beyond survival." A chiming of bells could be heard from the window. As Margo drifted into the astral plane she loved so dearly, the outline of a menacing figure could be seen against the moonlight. "What a nice girl. She uses her powers so kindly. You could have done that. You could have been like her." Terror. "But you couldn't accept my gifts to you for their full price, could you?" Sudden, sheering pain. Teeth were at the prince's jawline again. "Why would you forget me? How dare you." And then there was a soft, warm feeling of sinking. A tingle in the prince's cheeks, a flush. "I loved you, you sick fuck."

[nixreginam-blog]

I hate mobile with a burning passion. I really do. I have no patience to deal with it's nonsense right now. Replies will have to wait until later when I have my laptop. Or at least when I'm on the iPad. Easier to type there. If you wanna chat with Elsa, remember that she has a kik now: snedronningen Please come annoy her. Please? Hahaa

[voskresheniiarchived-blog]

Librarian! p. 299 (Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov)

❈ ▌        "Here goes. I see it's in verse.

                       Because you took advantage of a sinner                        Because you took advantage                        Because you took                        Because you took advantage of my disadvantage..."                        

[xthesparequeen-a]

Coffee House//Hockey AU

"Anna."

     "Anna."

         "ANNA!"

     As her name was called from the other side of the counter, the owner of that name popped her head to an upright position, gripping her phone tightly in her hands.

     "I know, I know, just let me finish this text."

     Anna was flightly on the best of days but this just seemed completely out of character for even herself. She was normally a hard worker or at least attempted to be when she wasn't being an everyday clutz. Her coworker, Rapunzel, pressed a hand to her face letting it slide half way down her cheek  in disappointed in her friend before a thought crossed her mind and she took a more serious tone to her voice, realizing what must be causing this change in her friend.

     "Are you texting Elsa?"

     The other girl stayed silent, her thumbs pressing softly against the keys before she shut her phone off and grabbed a nearby tray, walking right past Rapunzel without even a sideways glance.

     Rapunzel sighed heavily, watching her friend give a table their coffee order acting as if nothing happened but she knew better. She knew the relationship between Anna and her sister, Elsa. A soft smile spread across her lips, becoming happy for the two siblings that they were evidently rekindling the sibling relationship that had once seemed like a lost cause.

     "Here you go ma'am. So sorry for the wait. How about a blueberry muffin. On the house. They're totally delicious trust me, I should know."

     The table laughed and accepted Anna's offer, still chuckling as she walked away. The coffee house girl placed the now empty tray to the side, continuing her work with a smile upon her face, trying hard not to let her personal thoughts show. If she let that happen she'd be giggling and grinning like a Cheshire Cat

     After finishing what needed to be done, Anna leaned against the counter top, staring at the front door as she felt the comforting hand of her friend upon her back. Nodding her head in acceptance of the gesture, before feeling Rapunzel leave her side, Anna began to reflect on her life, her smile widening. 

     "It's gonna be a good day.", she told herself, bouncing on her toes excitedly. "I can feel it!"

[theblackpearlscaptain-arc-blog]

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         A pirates work was never done. The greatest thing about The Black Pearl was the namesake lived up to expectations. Night raids were as simple as plucking a daisy from its stem. While there had been no real set goal other than pillaging, Jack liked to keep the death level close to non existent. Lamps doused, the black ship sailed silently over the glassy waters like a ghost. Close enough to the much smaller Brigantine the crew waited until the first call was made

                         -- Jack nodded to his ever loyal first mate, whom placed a cupped hand to his lips and bellowed in the dark night --

"ATTACK!"  

                         It wasn't hard. This must have been a vessel carrying simple goods. Pirates swung on deck, pistols fired into the night making sparks of red scatter down to the boards. Men yelled - some drew swords. Steel met its match and Jack waited patiently before grabbing a rope to follow his crew on deck.  He saw a man or two on the ground; even in the darkness he could see they found their end.

    "Cap'n!" Gibbs cheered, satisfied at his friend's side. "Ships taken - got ourselves a fix. Seems to be a transport nothin' more. Got a few barrels down below."  Jack knew the case; ambassadors on their way to or from other foreign nations.

                "Take what ya can." He muttered, looking around the deck. "Leave only enough for the survivors to be frustratingly starved by the time they hit land." Boots shuffled off, leaving the Captain to ponder if the night raid was a wasted effort. In the night something caught his eye.

    A set of bars - with a man standing behind it. Odd for the brig to be so open; but the brigantine wasn't nearly as large as the Pearl. A thumping of his boots echoed as Jack approached the imprisoned man. "Not your day, is it?"

[xthesparequeen-a]

❝I'd say the absence of a necklace makes the skin look more inviting.❞ { pfft flirty Hans }

Anna blinked. "Hans, are you....flirting with my mun?"

//Don't listen to her! Keep going! XD

[prince-matt-of-southern-isles]

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

"A snowman?! Of course I want to!!" Matt smiled and took his brother’s hand. "Let’s go outside to build it!!" He pulled his brother out to the garden where the ground was covered of snow from the last night.