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“I’ll do anything you need me to.”

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Theme: Three-word sentences, may contain triggers/NSFW (mixed bag) Numbers: 1 - 100 Bonus points for not peeking!

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OUT OF CHARACTER PSA

- since Munday is over, make this an exception, this under here is my face, provided with a randm photo of it. 

- second thing is, I have 3 other characters & work, so when and how much I reply or RP here depends on life, mood and stuff. but just as an fyi, here are my other babies. 

- the other Edward.

- the grumpy cat.

- and of course deadpool or mr. pool.

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have a great Tuesday :)

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"Thank you." Was all he had said to his young host before following the butler who walked in front of him until they reached the second floor and he was shown to his room. Of course they had given him the best room, he almost wanted to laugh because he wouldn't have cared even if they didn't, maybe he'd even find the fact amusing, but rarely anyone wished to anger the King, even though the King himself had managed to develop a sense of humor. The sun was setting behind the hills in the distance and the sky was a perfect light blue with only a few clouds in sight. He stood by the window for a while, he wasn't sure how long, but by the time he decided it was best to take a quick bath and change, the sun was completely gone and the sky had changed his color, replacing the innocent blueness with ominous darkness. It was refreshing to take his clothes off and the warm water of the bath did wonders to sooth his legs and arms and even the small bruise he had spotted from his fall. He better not mention this to anyone, especially his doctors who would demand he did all sorts of tests that were unnecessary. 

But for a few moments he left the doctors and all those concerns behind, closing his eyes and seeing shadows play behind his closed eyelids with the help of the flickering candles. Edward got out of the bath only when the water turned almost cold, but he did not mind it, it was refreshing, almost as much as putting on brand new clothes, ones that did not have twigs and leaves falling from them. Taking his time, he walked around the room as he put his clothes on, seeing the paintings and wondering who the people on them were. Probably long deceased ancestors that were meaningful in one way or another, seeing as his own castle was filled with endless paintings of cuisines, aunts, uncles, grandparents and parents. 

Their painted eyes seemingly following you as you walked around. Finally he was ready, almost casually dressed he walked into the hallway to find it deserted. Lovely, at least he'll have a few moments of normalcy, he liked that. Down the steps he went and soon found the dining room. "Ah, I'm starving, I just realized when I smelled the delicious cooking from the kitchen. " Walking over to the table, he grabbed one of the glasses and poured himself what seemed like port." You don't mind if I help myself do you?" It was nice not being surrounded by a dozen servants that all he wanted to do was relax. "How long have you had this mansion in your family ? Is it long?"  

Anthony wasn’t certain what beverage was considered ‘suitable’ or custom when you were with a King, but given their similarities in age, and the fact that he knew what most of the upper class drank, he had gone with port. He was glad that his choice had been well received, his father had never taught him what the ‘correct’ drink to give would be when you had the King in your home. Probably because his father never would have thought it would be possible; not for a man like Anthony. Luckily he had some good vintage port that his father had bought a few years ago and never gotten around to drinking. It seemed like a fitting choice; Edward was here with the others because Anthony had now fully taken over the role as Earl, so it would be as if his father was toasting his (hopeful) success in the future. “You’re most welcome your majesty. I hope it’s to your liking, we also have some good wines if you prefer?” It was always good to offer an option, Anthony wanted to make sure he got everything right when it came to hosting Edward. Whatever happened here would no doubt reach the ears of everyone else in the country. If he proved himself, it would guarantee a good life for himself.

Seeing Castle Howard in sight, Anthony managed to catch the attention of one of the gardeners to return his horse, which gave him the freedom to walk Edward back. He was nervous about spending an evening alone with Edward, there was so much riding on the weekend’s events and he was afraid of screwing it up. Anthony’s father had always made off hand comments that he would be their ruin, that he was a disappointment for a son and he was desperate to not prove his father right. He’d tried to prove himself when he’d gone into battle, and although he’d become a Captain due to his battle strategies and actions, the fact he had been invalid hadn’t sat well with his father. He was seen as a hero for all he had done, he’d even been praised for it. His father had been proud of him, it was probably one of the few moments that Anthony had actually made him proud, but having an injured son wasn’t ideal. For months it had been thought that Anthony wouldn’t regain movement in his arm, so he could understand why his father had been upset. Thankfully his shoulder had healed, he still had trouble with it, but it was better than having no movement at all. Anthony just wished he could have done more to be a hero in his father’s eyes, he liked to think if his father were alive now, that he would be proud of him for hosting the King.

Stepping inside with Edward, they were met by his butler and he quickly passed on the message that they would be the only ones dining tonight, though he did ask that some cold meats be prepared in case the rest of the party did decide to show up. With all of that sorted, he was able to focus back on Edward and the plans they had made. “I will have your valet sent up to your room, no doubt he’s downstairs with the other servants.” Handing his hat over to one of the footmen, he asked them to pass on the message. “Should you need anything until we reconvene, there is a rope in your room. Just pull it and it will ring the staff downstairs for assistance.” With nothing further to add, he bid Edward a good day and went up to his own room, intending to have a bath and freshen up before he got changed for dinner.

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WE STILL LINGER HERE.

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Edward nods, a small gesture but still a clear sign of respect, one that he did not have to do on the basis of class, but was prone to do on the mere merit of her character and the loveliness of her company. Edward waits for her to start walking and only when she does, he follows. It was a welcome change of scenery to look at the gardens and the rows of trees planted on each of the main road that lead to the castle. There was already a carriage in the front, one that he had already prepared when he thought that he'd have to go to the market on his own. 

Edward opened the door for her and then sat opposite her on the plush pillows that were more a bother then a comfort in his mind. "I see how you worry, it's plainly written on your face and I wish I had news that would bring you some joy. But from what I've both seen and heard. This war will be something that will change many things we assume are set in stone."

 Each war brings with itself something new, a change that might be good or it might be bad. At times it is both, but it 's never the same thing for all people. And he was guessing that those same faces they had left at court, assumed that their fate would not be changed, that others would die while they still held their parties, and unfortunately they were not far off.

Lips set into a grim line at his assessment of the situation is Spain and she nods solemnly. She’s seen first hand exactly how far Spain was willing to go in it’s battle with France and she has to admit it almost worked. Dangerous, yes, wilful, most certainly, but definitely not ignorant.

For a brief moment, fleeting as it was, she wished d’Artagnan did not have to leave for war. That he might stay safe with her…

But then, was anywhere truly safe?

She dismisses the unwanted thought as he continues and smiles softly. She understands his intentions- whether or not he has busy in the market, at least they may be able to talk freely outside the palace walls. She is glad that he trusts her, for no other reason than allies of sense at court would be beneficial to the King and Queen.

She drops a curtsy, for he is still much above her in rank. “Of course, my lord. I’d be honoured to be of any assistance you may require…”

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From his not so long life, a few things were a constant and unyielding aspect of it all. The complete predictability of people  and even himself, he was not above being predictable, but what he saw in others made him reflect on his own actions and see that behind the pampered faces, clouds of perfume and heavy gowns. Not much else is different. 

What makes a person tick, what makes them get up in the morning is borderline boring, and sometimes completely and utterly beautiful if the reason is either naive or true. "Life at court leaves an effect mademoiselle, I guess this is what it had done to me. Where others have turned crude or cruel, at times both, I've only grown pensive. A duller variation to the whole. But I'd rather like to hear your side of things. What brings you to think that we are all so different ?"

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“I don’t think we’ve met.”

"I did not have the pleasure your Majesty." He cut himself off as he bowed before her, one hand over his heart as he did so. "It's an honor and a privilege to be here at court. " While that was not completely honest of him, knowing that the walls while decorated in gold, and the windows draped in silk, each part of the castle more beautiful was full of danger and gossip. Were those two things one and the same ? Some would say yes. "My name is Edward, I'm here with my mother, Emma of Normandy."

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"You never spoke so well of him before."

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"I guess it was always a tad bit more fun to speak of him in a bad manner." Edward joked, glad that he was finally away from the prying eyes of the court that both loved and suffocated him equally. And even now, he could see from the corner of his eye, the movement of the guards and how they circled them as if danger was always present, and while perhaps it was, he liked not to think about it, even for a few moments each day. "Are you a fan of his?"

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"What is the story?"

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"Betrayal, like many of the greatest stories ever told. That seems to be the running theme, or so I've gathered." His shoulders slightly sagged as he sat with his face half turned to the windows watching the fading clouds blend into the grayish sky behind them. "Comedic tragedy, or a tragic comedy, if one finds difference between the two. Tale as old as life. You'd probably think it boring and predictable, but it keeps writing itself."

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"Playwrights teach us nothing about love. They make it pretty, they make it comical, or they make it lust, but they cannot make it true."

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"Art imitates life, or is it the other way around?" He asked unsure if he knew the answer to that question. Could anyone really know what lies in another person's heart or soul?  At times he was either bling or ignorant of his own emotions, that books provided some sort of clarity and superior eloquence to his own complex thoughts. "They show all the exiting parts of love, and while the ordinary acts fall short on stage, they are where the truest happiness lies."

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Shakespeare in Love sentence pack

requested by: anonymous

"You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die."

"Allow me to explain about the theatre business. The natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster."

"I don't know. It's a mystery."

"You are an eager boy."

"I liked it when she stabbed herself, Your Majesty."

"I have never undressed a man before."

"It is strange to me, too."

"Why do you howl when it is I who am bitten?"

"What is the story?"

"The house is stirring. It is a new day."

"I cannot shed blood in her house, but I will cut your throat anon. Do you have a name?"

"That woman is a woman!"

"I was the more deceived."

"Love denied blights the soul we owe to God."

" I would stay asleep my whole life, if I could dream myself into a company of players."

"I'm a dead man and buggered to boot!"

"Playwrights teach us nothing about love. They make it pretty, they make it comical, or they make it lust, but they cannot make it true."

"You never spoke so well of him before."

"He was not dead before."

"You, sir, are a Warwickshire shithouse."

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τέτλαθι δή, κραδίη: καὶ κύντερον ἄλλο ποτ᾽ ἔτλης.

Homer, Odyssey 20:18 “Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this.” “Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this"  (via jonsnw)

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X ; liked the starter call.

“So, are you going to tell me or not?”

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X ; liked the starter call.

“I hope you understand what you just did. Because there is no turning back.”

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X ; liked the starter call.

“You look exceptionally beautiful tonight. Shall we?”