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PLEASE DO NOT TAKE GIFS FROM THIS BLOG.

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Your aesthetic is amazing<333

gracias, mi señora.

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                                      BRAVERY NEVER GOES OUT OF FASHION.

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|| S E Ñ O R A

A moment had gone by deep breaths lifting her shoulders against the gilded wall. Astrid could feel her body weighing down and the aches seeping in, but with a silent grunt she knelt down to gather the fallen clothes.

“Not one minute in this place and I have been given laundry duty.”

❛As is the charm of this castle, mi señora —❜ The knight replied upon a slow approach, a soft grin upon his features. ❛ — always something TO DO, just as there is always something GOING ON...❜ He crouched, grasping a corner of one of the linens with a gloved hand;

❛— Tomás de La Fuente; man of the sword, and OCCASIONAL washer of his own garments. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.❜

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|| M A R I P O S A.

          The snow felt like home, the familiar harsh sting of the           cold air upon her cheeks made her feel as if she were in           Denmark once more. It was a place she would always miss,           no matter where in the world she was. Now even more so           than ever before now that she was QUEEN.

          It had never been a matter of avoidance, no… More so a           concept of change she did not wish to see between the           two of them. Although from previous conversations shared           with Tomás, Aaliyah was no FOOL, she knew in her mind           his beliefs on the situation before he would be able to          speak them himself.

        Her meeting had overran… And all she could hope was that         he hadn’t taken that as a sign of rejection or refusal. Her pace         quickened until she rounded the corner to the clearing, her         hands nervously wringing one another as she stepped around         the wall of shrubs to expose herself. It had been a long time         since the two had seen each other, perhaps even a matter of         months. And as he stood there, all she had felt for him came         rushing to the surface once more, awakening every ounce         of her conscience.

              ❝ Tomás. ❞

          He found himself counting the seconds minutes as they passed           with an excruciating  CLARITY in his head. Perhaps it was his           own self doubt; his tendency to hesitate, to allow each creeping          thought to become twice as  painful  as the one before. It was a           habit which crippled his  confidence, and one he’d been unable           break  in all the months that  he’d been at  Mont Tomb. Despite           his hands being encased in  the warmth of thick leather gloves,           Tomás’ fingertips grew distinctly colder as he stood silently in           the snow-carpeted clearing, unsure if he was only waiting to           prove himself a FOOL for doing so.

          He was ABOUT to turn on his heel and begin a final pace of the           area – before succumbing to the dreaded sense of defeat which           threatened to overwhelm him in an instant – when the sound of           light footsteps behind him drew the Spaniard’s dark eyes from           the contrasting glow of the ground at his feet.

                                     ❛Aaliyah — ❜

          Her name was murmured almost as a question as he turned           sharply, DISBELIEF sketched into the crease of his brow as           he did so. The knight drew a breath, the cold air renewing its           grip upon his throat as his chest tightened, and he remained           STOCK STILL for a fraction of time, a mix of caution and           relief washing over his features in one brief second before           he moved forwards, arms gentle as they moved to embrace           her with careful, yet clear, sincerity. He could breathe now.

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musketeergifs:

two proud dads teaching their son how to stay alive

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                                                     [ ♘ | @aaliyahofdenmark ]

          THE FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW crunched softly under           the knight’s war–worn boots as he made his way to the           farthest edge of the castle grounds, behind a small wall           of winter shrubs and ivy — tucked safely away from the           prying eyes and windows of the castle. 

          The EMPTY space which confronted him upon reaching           the clearing struck Tomás a little emotionally off guard, a           series of  quick  blinks  giving  away  his  UNPLEASANT           surprise at finding that Aaliyah was not there waiting.

          And then a horrible, almost unbearable thought hit him           with as much harshness as the cold wind which BIT at           the prickling skin upon his neck; was this it? He thought.            That there would not even be a final goodbye – closure?            Tomás found himself  unable  to continue questioning it,           a heavy breath of icy winter air dragging itself through           his lungs as he stood still as the minutes passed.

                He’d wait. Whilst he still clung to each SHRED of hope, he’d wait.

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tfw she’s the queen and you might just (literally) die.

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P R I N C E S A   D E   V A L E N C I A

♚♡     “I do compliment you on your current hiding place of choice, since I chose the same for myself. I have yet to be found here so I do hope it serves your just as well, Señor.” Marie smiled softly with a slight bow of her head. “I do feel fortunate to see you look well, I believe we had the pleasure to meet during the plague outbreak?”

♘     The knight offered the woman a gracious nod, the beginnings of a grin teasing the corners of his lips as he did so. His expression held for a moment or two, then faltered slightly, gaze dropping a fraction before he looked to the woman once more. ❛Thank you, my lady. And yes, we did – though it is a pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance under LESS solemn times.❜