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Would you ever go to Neverland?

No. While I do see the appeal of never growing old and what that would do for my complexion, I have no desire to pal around with Pan and the prepubescent fanboys. 

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I almost forgot how humble you are, dear sister. Green does nothing for you. You really should remove it from your color wheel.

Yes, well we didn’t all have our parents fawning over us or singing our praises. Some of us had to learn how to fawn over ourselves. Honestly, now you’re just speaking nonsense. I look fabulous in green. 

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jodie comer as beryl evans in rillington place 1x02

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askrobnhood​:

Green really isn’t your color, Bri. 

Now you’re just being cruel. Every colour is my colour.

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askrobnhood​:

You were better in math because you always studied and never had any fun. Your lips were attached to our parents arses. 

Well I would have attached them to Phillip’s but they were always too busy running off with you. Perhaps if I’d been invited along, you’d have had a fighting chance. Of course, my superior intelligence still would have shadowed yours, but by a smaller margin. 

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askrobnhood​:

You’ve always had a knack for over exaggeration and a flair for the dramatics. 

And you’ve always had a poor memory, brother. It’s why I always beat you in Maths. 

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askrobnhood​:

The journey to America was meant to be a fresh start away from the Locksley’s name and the weight it held in Europe. Every day it became more difficult to hide in the shadows with his parents growing business ventures and mothers determination to seek him out. Boarding the Titanic was a breath of fresh air until he ran into one of the many he harmed over the years. It didn’t take long for Robin to deduce the very people the better part of a decade had been spent running from finally caught up. It was easy to hide on a ship filled with thousands of people but as the days went by Robin found himself wanting to reach out to the one person actions hurt the most. He knew she was on board. He could feel her. A plan was devised with a bit of help from Drizella. People often made fun of twinepathy but it was very real for the Locksley’s twins. The unexplainable connection is how Robin knew his sister was fine over the years. The conundrum was one of the only reasons he was able to get by without physically seeing the woman. Forearms rested against the railing on B-Deck and blue eyes gazed at the sea before him. It’s a good thing I can swim. A low chuckle rumbled throughout. A small sliver hoped the stunning brunette who occupied time the past few evenings would choose this moment to get some air but he knew better. This was the time of day most gathered together to speak of wealth, life and show off important or pretty things. One of the many reasons Robin knew Briar would want to escape. A hefty sigh pushed out as the feeling of Briar grew close. There was a great chance the Locksley’s had not even laid eyes upon Robin when he spoke. “I’m sorry.”

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He’s haunting her. It’s the only way she can describe it. She’d felt him early on in their journey lurking in the shadows of her consciousness or like a cloud hanging over head, one she’d only managed to notice only once they’d pulled out of harbor -- and Briar had been much too proud to swim to shore. As time passed her sense of him only grew, their twinepithy as Robin used to call it an ever present reminder of the loss she’d borne so long ago. Over the years sadness had hardened to something more akin to anger, one that chipped away at her resolve and seemed to harden around her heart. Resentment had followed, of course, as their parents’ continued their search for the rightful Locksley heir. 

But as she sees the back of him standing there, resting against the railing she feels all three at once. There’s an ease about him. Like he can breathe without the weight of their parents’ expectations on his shoulders, and that only intensifies those feelings for her. Loss, anger, resentment -- rushing through her veins and pounding in her ears like the steady beat of a drum. 

She moves on auto-pilot as she walks -- stalks, really -- towards him. She’s not sure if she hears his words or feels them, but either way it’s too late for simple apologies. “I’m sorry too,” she sneers, one hand curling around his bicep, intent on pulling him away from the railing as the other readies itself, intent on punching him square in the jaw. 

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Charming.

I know. Thank you. 

Mine is the time you held our cousin’s baby and she punched you so hard your nose bled. Your face was bruised for weeks, it was amazing. 

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ask-nathaniel​:

Briar Locksley was no stranger to Nathaniel. Their families both well-known and well-off, and being in similar social circles, meant that Nathaniel was familiar with her more so than any other passenger on the ship. He hadn’t known that Briar would be aboard, but it was certainly helpful to both of their situations. He was well-aware of Briar’s preferences, as she was of his. Thankfully the trust was mutual between them, because the arrangement they’d skated over a few times in public might just need to be revisited while on board. 

“What a pleasant surprise,” Nathaniel approached her with a smile, for it genuinely was. “How’s the grandest ship of our time treating you?”

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Briar’s gaze shifts towards him sharply, then softens when she recognizes her friend. The list of people for whom Briar feels fondness towards is woefully small and notoriously hard to make, but somehow (against her better judgement, she’s sure) Nathaniel has weaselled his way onto it. And so, instead of feeling the sort of dread that usually befalls her when met with the prospect of company and small talk she finds herself moving aside to allow him space to join her. She’ll never willingly admit it out loud, but she’s grateful for the company. First class is as dull as she expected -- full of people too obsessed with themselves and maintaining the status quo to see a world beyond the end of their noses. 

“As expected,” she shrugs, draining her glass and gesturing for the wait staff to bring another. “Join me for a drink?”

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I have the same feeling about you.

Me? Avoid you? I shouldn’t think so. That would be very foolish of me, and I am not the sort of person who is thought to be a fool. 

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Family aside, who is the most important person in your life? Why?

Myself. Though Drizella comes in a close second. Very close. Nearly a tie, really. 

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Have you seen your brother aboard yet?

No. Remarkably we’ve managed to miss each other. Were I not an educated woman with a mind for logic, I might think he’s avoiding me. 

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Do you think your parents will accept Robin's disappearance and sudden reappearance with a kid?

They have always seemed to favour him... How am I to presume how my parents will respond to his reappearance in our lives? I have not been gifted with clairvoyance. 

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What would your life look like if you woke up tomorrow morning and all of your dreams had come true?

Wishes and dreams are for poor people. I have countless resources at the tips of my fingers and enough wealth to purchase anything I’d like -- what could I possibly desire that is beyond my reach? A wife. A child. The freedom to live a life free of restrictions. 

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TITANIC AU 

CHARACTER FULL NAME: Briar Honor Locksley

AGE: 25

PROFESSION: Business lady

CLASS LEVEL: First Class ( passenger )

REASON FOR BOARDING : Family obligation / business dealings

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in love with Drizella Tremaine single

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS: Robin Locksley ( twin brother )

from april 18th - may 16th TAGGED #& AU TITANIC .

SHORT BIOGRAPHY: Being born into a life of privilege, Briar should have wanted for nothing... and yet she often found herself wanting precisely what she couldn’t have -- her brother’s life. Being a twin was thought to be enviable among her school friends, but even as a child Briar felt limited by her sex. She wanted the same responsibilities as her brother - to go duck hunting with her cousins and be preened to take over the family business. But instead, much of her youth was spent being stuffed into dresses and told to look pretty. When her brother left she felt equal parts betrayed and relieved. Without her brother around, family business matters defaulted to her. It was everything she thought she’d always wanted, but without her brother there to share it with, the victory felt hollow. Being friends with his abandoned fiancée has been both a blessing and a curse, but more often than not has left her feeling the limitations of being a woman, and all the ways even now she can’t fill in for Robin. Briar’s had a handful of serious affairs with women (none with the one she really wants, but that’s another story) all of which have ended in their marriage to a man. Briar is tired, of the heartbreak and loss. She just wants a secret wife who will keep her company and appreciate her sass, and she doesn’t think that’s too much to ask for.

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Have you ever paid for the company of another? An escort, if you will.

Surely you’ve seen me, there’s very little in life I’ve had to pay for. 

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How often do you find yourself wanting a drink?

Suppose that depends on how insufferable I find the company. Increasingly I find myself reaching for the bottle more often than not.