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𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓪:

     “Aye, but not exactly a fussy one. A simple room would be plenty.”

                  “ This is, I believe, the very DEFINITION of simple. Large, yes,                     but no extravagant... embellishments. “

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Henry Lancaster. Hazel Lancaster.

If this be our destiny, then let us endure it together.

“Every part of you was made for me. Your lips were made to kiss mine, your eyes were made to wake up to me looking at you in my bed every morning, and your tongue was made to roll my name off of it. I am more certain of us than I’m certain that I require oxygen to breathe.” 

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𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓪:

      “I’ve told you I really don’t need this kind of effort put forth.”

               “ Oh? You are a princess, are you not? “

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓸𝓻 @𝓵𝓸𝓷𝒆𝓵𝔂𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰​

                “ I trust everything is to your SATISFACTION, Emma. “

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𝓒𝓻𝓸𝓶𝔀𝒆𝓵𝓵:

“It is, Your Majesty. I had only hoped to do more, that is all.” Thomas aimed to be an exceptional servant to the king. 

              “ MORE? We shall see. What news have you, Cromwell? “

His father DISTRUSTED lawyers on principle. But he was not his father. 

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ℋ𝓪𝔃𝒆𝓵:

                                  ❛ you don’t understand, do you ? christ, i don’t want you to go ! trust me, i want this just as much as you do, but            ❜

                                              && she is chaotic ADJUDICATIONS, dearest, such deranged WRECK of cruelty’s VERDICTS ( a frail hand seeks anchor, finding only his ) on how this TRAGIC tale would eventually come to a disappointing finish ! have you ever seen a SUPERNOVA collapse, hm ? or the UNIVERSE explode in the BIG BANG theory ? aye, its wonderful !! like a SHATTERING piece of glass so CHARMING ‘pon its finality, FRAGILITY’s story had been written on the same page: the birth of DISASTERS. too bad, huh ? didn’t you realize ? oh well, truth hurts doesn’t it ? the red STRING of fate has become a NOOSE around her neck, awaiting the RICKETY chair to tip with GRACEFUL endings before the credits begin to roll. still need a memo ? oh of course not, you KNOW what the epilogue is ( keep in mind, you’re both in the same book, the ROMEO to a doomed JULIET ) even when your mouth had been marred by own howling DENIAL because you’re a child, BEGRUDGING the universe for how it is until you have your PATHETIC little proof. do you CRAVE one ? look at her, my darling, how BEAUTIFUL right ? simple reminder          PRETTY faces won’t last, it never truly does.

                                  ❛ it’s this…. it’s me.. i’m…… ❜

                          “ I know what you are. What you are GOING through.                             But I have made my choice. I am willing to stick to it,                             no matter the consequences. “

Just as he had made his choice CENTURIES ago to turn his back on his love. Now, however, he had no intent to make the same mistake. Oh she could DENY him and be with ANOTHER if that was what she wanted, but it wouldn’t STOP him from loving her. To do so would only serve to strip him of what passions he had left. And while her MEDICAL MALADY was enough to scare even the most resolute of suitors, it wasn’t enough for him to leave her. She was still HAZEL, and that was all that truly matter to him. 

Taking the ring, he slipped it onto her ring finger. She could take it OFF and he wouldn’t know, but that was HER choice.

                            “ Have you, my lady? “ 

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nerdfighterwhatevernumbers:

i know people like ships where one talks dirty in their native language, but what about one saying embarrassing cutesy or loving things in their native language that they THINK their partner can’t understand but siNCE WHEN DO YOU SPEAK SPANISH, ABORT ABORT

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𝓚𝓪𝓽𝒆:

@lancastriancrown ;; closed

“I got us tickets to a movie–and I promise that this time, it’s not a rom-com.” Kate brought tickets out from her wallet, handing one to Henry. “I heard that’s it good from some of the people at work; I hope we won’t be disappointed though!”

              “ Why must people consider ROMANCE to be comedic? “

But these romantic comedies were but ONE of a collection of things that confused him since his arrival in the MODERN world. Notions of LOVE and FOREVER were reduced to items of simple entertainment rather than SERIOUS subjects. Hence the APPALLING number of separations, as he once read in a ‘magazine’. Despite his misgivings, he nodded, seeing there was NO way out of her invitation.

               “ Let us HOPE then that their judgement is SOUND. “

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓸𝓻 @𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓼𝒆𝓸𝒇𝔂𝓸𝓻𝓴​

No WORD would be exchanged between KING and CHILD ( not his, for the queen had granted him a SON ). Yet he extended a hand to the girl: a silent signal for RECONCILIATION.

                      “ Do you fear me, child? “

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓻 𝒇𝓸𝓻 @𝓽𝓱𝓻𝒆𝒆𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓴​

             “ How now, good ser? One would assume such NEWS to                be of GOODLY sort! “

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ℋ𝓪𝔃𝒆𝓵:

                                  ❛ it’s about this….. ❜

                                              && here comes the portrait of damaged MORTALITY: innocence cloaked in OBLIVION’s plague ( palms splayed; the cold STING of wreathed iron against SCALDING flesh ) & sadistic imitations of TORTURE to remind you that the world was never a wish GRANTING factory. she’s USED to it, though, FRAGILITY is no longer a VIRGIN to death’s fury. well have you noticed those UNMARKED graves ? those nameless TOMBS awaiting a lifeless body ? the list goes on !! but oh she had seen them all, honestly, like a CRUEL joke at the back of her hand she remembers everything         the beautified ENDINGS of humanity ( fate is a VICIOUS enemy to our SUFFERINGS ) without a split second to spare. what a shame ! remember, this is what you should be TERRIFIED of. yet you’ve always been a STUBBORN little child, right ? you have a weakness for SHATTERED promises of happily ever after’s, dearest, an ITCH to engrave your own PATHETIC brand of romantic endeavors ( tongue coils with EMPATHY’s hesitations ) along that pale, COLD mouth of hers because now you’ve become romeo even if the POISON isn’t yours to bear.

                                  ❛ i honestly don’t know what to say & god, believe me, i want… i really wanna try but         i don’t need you to force yourself on getting into something you can’t escape from ❜

Eyes would settle on the glimmering ring in the midst of her palm. For years, it served as a symbol of UNWAVERING faith of a husband to his wife. Even kings and queens bowed before its universal UNION. It was a symbol HE didn’t question until now. He glanced out of the window and to her father shoveling the front walk, yet he turned at the mention of a certain word. 

                                       FORCED. 

                      “ I am not a man to FORCE myself to do that which I despise. I love you.                        ALL of you. “

The true EXTENT of her sickness was yet unknown to him, but if she required some breathing apparatus to survive, it must be LETHAL. Rather than turn around and run in the opposite direction he stayed. NAY, he approached, tilting her chin just a notch to draw all of her focus on her. Once more, he covered the ring with her fingers. A silent plea to KEEP in, no matter the outcome. It should have adorned her finger EONS past, yet the need for political gain cowed him, persuaded him to turn from she whom he so LOVED. 

                         “ But should you wish me to leave and return the PEACE in your life, I                            shall. I shall not force you to accept my proposal out of fear of my                             reaction. “

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ℋ𝓪𝔃𝒆𝓵:

                                  ❛ no, don’t              ❜

                                              && she remains moored by COMPASSION’s duties, my darling ! funny, right ? MARTYRDOM breeds, a FIXATION to soothe your  wretched AGONY in exchange for hers alone. can you hear EMPATHY now, hm ? such gentle DECLARATIONS of aching heart ( an INSTABILITY poised beneath BATTERED lungs, nerves FRAYED ‘pon nonplussed worries ) & disquieted soul          your CATACLYSMIC romances with FRAGILITY’s feminine personification. well aren’t you afraid ? doesn’t she TERRIFY you ? all those CRACKED ribs ? her defective HUMANITY ? oh you should be ! death STAINS her palms, cradling the image of filthy GRAVEYARDS that demand own DESTRUCTION like a live grenade ( careful reminder: there will be casualties ) awaiting IGNITION, the cue to pull the pin & DESTROY. but even hell would be TOUCHED by your foolish BRAVERY !! who wouldn’t, anyway ? you have become the hopeless PLAYWRIGHT of the century, dear, you with your desperate desires to rewrite HISTORIES once again ( fingers span distance, touch TENDER against warmth of skin ) about how NAÏVE of you to learn to WORSHIP ill-fated tragedies.

                                  ❛ i…. can we talk ? ❜

Perhaps it was the solemn tone of their daughter that spurred their actions, but her parents soon left under the pretext of PRIVACY. And that was probably for the best, as he felt his chest CONSTRICT at the supposed conversation that was ahead. It was rare for a king to converse with a lady-in-waiting, especially that of his QUEEN. But she was a happy exception, much to Katherine’s dislike. 

                                “ ..... of course. What is it that you wish to SPEAK to me of? “

Oh it was difficult to keep such formal titles! He was accustomed to addressing her as ‘lady’; such MODERN forms of communication truly puzzled the former monarch. Yet his ATTENTIVENESS was unwavering, and he finished his coffee before turning to Hazel.

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ℬ𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝒇 𝓲𝓽 𝓫𝒆 𝓪 𝓼𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓿𝒆𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓸𝓾𝓻, 𝓘 𝓪𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝒆 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝒇𝒇𝒆𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓿𝒆.

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difettosi:

                                              && how delightful repose would seem without the HORRORS of the night & the fears amongst the DYING. hush, sleep has become a momentary ANESTHESIA, granting us SALVATION’s gifts to forget, to stop the TICKING of the clock ( time is a RUTHLESS enemy for FRAGILITY’s imagery ) because that’s what we all NEED: an escape from the bitter DOSE of reality no matter what the consequence is. oh wonderful, isn’t it ? like a LOYAL hound the COLD seeps peacefully along DUSTY pores, such FUTILE endeavors to dull those ANCIENT sufferings trapped amid DECREPIT lungs. but we live in a TEMPORARY world, darling, a tingling DROP of a spoon & all FANTASIES could shatter ( velvet lashes flutter ‘pon the CURVE of winter-kissed cheek ) so easily. hail, it is EMPATHY who awakens ! her hands are FROZEN now, see ? nails CLAWING against silken blankets too frigid against SCORCHING skin. there is a brief PAUSE, however, a silent INTERLUDE to gather scattered thoughts before she SLIPS ‘part the glacial arms ( fostered concerns laden with every syllable ) of LETHARGY.

                                  ❛ mom ?? i think the heater’s not worki      …. henry ?! ❜

A RAISED voice shattered a previously DEEP conversation. Both men stopped, turning towards the young woman. Both their faces showed CONCERN, but it was he who rose, keen on DEPARTING should his prolonged presence further UPSET her. 

                          “ Good morrow, Hazel. I was just...leaving. “

Yet even THAT sounded UNCERTAIN, like he lacked any ability to make decisions PROPERLY. Her parents glance at each other, wondering what new CONFLICT was about to erupt between the two. He turned to the father, giving him a FIRM handshake, before thanking her mother for the COFFEE. His gaze DROPPED as he passed her, murmuring his farewell for the second time in several hours. 

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ℋ𝓪𝔃𝒆𝓵:

                                  ❛ i just… i can’t do this now, mom. i wanna rest, ‘kay ? sleep fights cancer, remember ? ❜

                                              && there is an IMPATIENT itch that curls ‘neath her chest, TIPTOEING along dusty skeleton ( remain wary: DESOLATION is its oxygen, destruction its soul ) like STRAYED ghosts bidding GRAVEYARDS ‘pon FRAGILITY’s vulnerabilities. heed, she has become a COMPLICATED wreck of HUMANITY, lungs CRACKED ( every breath muddled with INCURABLE debility ) & veins a SHELTER for DEATH’s wicked pleasantries         MORTALITY’s living nightmare, well, barely. but please, dear one, do forgive SCATTERED mind ! carnivorous thoughts had begun to FEAST on teetering EMPATHY, devouring forged NONCHALANCE whilst birthing SORROWS from own disconcerted WORRIES. where have COMPASSION gone, then ? what of MERCY, pray tell ? the NEED to escape ( voice topples athwart PURSED lips, rattled ) is now a foremost NECESSITY: a deer CAUGHT in the headlights attempting to FLEE .

                                  ❛ i’ll tell you everything about it in the morning ❜

Though it was COMFORTING to be close to her, even his mortal body had its LIMITS. The cold DROVE him from the porch and back onto the streets, seeking the warmth from the diner close by. The waitresses already knew him, and they had no problems letting him stay. Their charity was indeed touching, and he made sure to tip them well. Business was picking up, and it felt good to reward those who deserved it. 

It was about five in the morning when the snow finally slowed down, and he was able to walk back to Hazel’s house with warm breakfast from the diner. He had no intentions of staying long, but her mother insisted that he at least have a cup of coffee and some of the grilled cheese sandwiches that he brought. It was an offer he could HARDLY refuse, and he sat down with Mr. Lancaster ( who seemed amused that they shared the same last name ) immediately falling into a discussion about the current state of the ECONOMY. Not a boring subject as one might think, but it wasn’t enough for him to sense HER presence close by.