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I have just finished Midnight. I have some mixed thoughts about it and a thousand questions I want answered....just the usual.

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Hayley at the BAFTA TV Awards 2018.

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                  SKULDUGGERY PLEASANT + TROPES                                                             2/?

                                        original character:                                                 carribia envy         

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You can tell a lot about a person based on their living space

Describe your muse’s…

🏠- House ⛰- Front/backyard 🌹- Garden 🚙- Car 📺- Living room/lounge 🔪- Kitchen 🕳- Basement 🛁- Bathroom(s) 🛏- Bedroom(s) 👕- Closet 🛌- Bedding 📥- Nightstand 📦- Desk 🗑- Trashcan 🎐- items/knick knacks they collected 🎀- Jewelry or accessories they have 🐻- Toys or stuffed animals (theirs or not) 🖼- Framed photos ⚱️- Homely decorations 💆- Their hairbrush 📖- Their diary 📔- Their notes/records 🗓- Their calendar 🕰- Their clock 👝- The contents of their purse/backpack/bag 🛠- The contents of their toolbox 🕯- The contents of their emergency supply kit 🍎- The kind of food they store in the kitchen 🔨- Their garage ❓- Any secret rooms they have

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   “Thank you, darling.”

   Carribia pats his arm gently and sits down in the chair in front of the well-decorated table. “Alright, but if a mariachi band comes out with it, I’m leaving," she laughs. Elegant fingers lift the edge of the linen and she a warm smile spreads across her as she admires it. He's such a sweetheart doing all this for her, really, it means a lot to her (not that she'd ever admit it).

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   "I’m going to have to get you  present now, look at all this”.

   Her hand waves, lazily gesturing to the scene before her. There’s candles, embroidery; god knows what else he’s got stashed away somewhere. “It’s lovely”, there’s a faint gleam in her eyes as she stares.Carribia’s not used to these kind of gestures, she’s never had a shred of romance in her (in all honesty, she’s not sure how she’s supposed to react) “… I’m undressed and have no words. Well done, dear.“

“honestly carri, don’t worry about it.” ghastly shook his head again and pulled out a chair for her. he’d put a lot of thought and detail into this evening for the two of them. “have a seat, i’ll bring dinner out.” truthfully, gestures like these bought him a lot of joy. he enjoyed doing things to spoil her.

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@bespxke liked for a starter

   “I don’t know why that Bernard Sult is so annoyed, I was being honest. I mean you’ve met the man, you can’t tell me his wife isn’t from ebay.”

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everything is closed here because of snow so consider this a plotting/starter call. 

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   "I’m going to have to get you  present now, look at all this”.

   Her hand waves, lazily gesturing to the scene before her. There’s candles, embroidery; god knows what else he’s got stashed away somewhere. “It’s lovely”, there's a faint gleam in her eyes as she stares.Carribia's not used to these kind of gestures, she's never had a shred of romance in her (in all honesty, she's not sure how she's supposed to react) “... I'm undressed and have no words. Well done, dear."

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   “You still made me something, Ghastly Bespoke. That’s cheating.”

   Her hands move smoothly down from his neck to his chest, palms lying flat against him. “I feel horrible, I never got you anything.” She should have predicted this, he’s just too kind sometimes.Carribia’s head shakes and she stands on her tiptoes, planting a kiss on his cheek, before moving aside. “Alright, Elder, lead the way then.”

“only if you want to call it that.” ghastly smiled. he placed his hands over hers and squeezed them gently. “you don’t have to get me anything at all, carri. really. i’d just like to spoil you a little.” he winked at her and lead her into the kitchen. he had the table set up with candles and a hand-embroidered table cloth. ghastly had genuinely tried.

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   “You still made me something, Ghastly Bespoke. That's cheating.”

   Her hands move smoothly down from his neck to his chest, palms lying flat against him. “I feel horrible, I never got you anything.” She should have predicted this, he's just too kind sometimes.Carribia’s head shakes and she stands on her tiptoes, planting a kiss on his cheek, before moving aside. “Alright, Elder, lead the way then.”

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“Happy Valentine’s, darling.”

And for once it really is happy. Her arms slide round his neck as they kiss, she was taking to be closer (and to reach). There’s a warmth within her that makes her feel like she’s young again and oh, how she loves it. Her eyebrows raise as they pull apart and he mentions gifts. “Ghastly, remember we agreed no presents.”

“we may have, but it was crafted with love.” ghastly smiled. “and my own two hands. so technically it doesn’t count as a gift.” he held her close, large hands clasped on her waist. “dinner’s getting cold.” he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

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“Happy Valentine’s, darling.”

And for once it really is happy. Her arms slide round his neck as they kiss, she was taking to be closer (and to reach). There’s a warmth within her that makes her feel like she’s young again and oh, how she loves it. Her eyebrows raise as they pull apart and he mentions gifts. “Ghastly, remember we agreed no presents.”

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   “Twenty five? Well aren’t you sweet, and maybe in need of glasses.”

   Carribia laughs along with him (this time she can’t blame it on the liquor, maybe on a fondness for a certain man).She hears him ask the question and the laughter fades, suddenly replaced with a wide smile. Did he just ask her out? Oh. She thinks he did. A perfectly drawn eyebrow arches, dark eyes flickering over him.

   “No, I don’t. I’d like to make some though.”

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   “You, Mr Bespoke, certainly count.”

   Her head tilts a little as she watches him, a smile appearing on her face- it’s a genuine one too. Usually, she be drunk and rambling on Valentine’s Day, this year she’s trying something different for a change. So far, quite frankly, it’s sucked.

   “Yet you don’t look a day over thirty. Ageing treats you well, I see"

“Thirty? Aren’t you a charmer.” He laughed. “And you, my dear  Miss Envy, don’t look a day over twenty five.” Ghastly stepped closer to her and put his hands idly in his pockets. “I don’t suppose you have any important plans tomorrow evening, do you?” For some reason, this still made him nervous.