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CATHERINE smiles too as she comes to sit beside her husband when he invites her closer. resting against arthur's side, her attention is immediately captured by the photographs of their first official date: the dress she'd worn with the little blue flowers on the skirt, arthur's tie, the smiles on both their faces. how young they both look immortalised on paper. " look at us. " she marvels as she reaches out to touch a finger to the edge of the paper. " you always were so handsome. " he still is. her movie star. mr. james bond himself. she loves him so much.

" if this is our first date, the next photographs must be ... " oh, look at us. " their second date. in the field of flowers.

@lesavxnturiers asked " where did you find this ? " -

"behind the bookshelf," arthur smiles, glancing up briefly from the recovered photo album before going back to examining each memory closely, "it must've fallen a while ago, but i moved the shelf out this afternoon to find something else that had fallen, and there it was." gosh, they'd been young when these photos were taken --- catherine still had that wild spark in her eye ( the one that beatrice had inherited, apparently ), the one that spoke of defying her parents to go to the theatre in a mediocre disguise that had somehow worked until she'd used her name to get backstage and into arthur's dressing room.

"come join me, love," he holds an arm out to catherine in invitation, flipping the page to a series of photographs from their first official date.

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HE'D been worried ... and not just about whether alex had gone squealing to someone about their current arrangement. letting the kid go to college had been something he'd used to sweeten the pot to keep alex from wandering too far away from home. it had worked so far. miguel usually met alex outside his classrooms and drove them both home again without indulging in the rare requests to get coffee with the kids from alex's classes. he rarely left alex alone actually ... alone was far too tempting to cause trouble like the last time when miguel had returned home to find alex in his desk draws. he had trusted alex to come straight home today. miguel had a meeting that had kept him busy all afternoon. alex had broken that trust and now miguel was pissed.

" i told you to shut up. "

@lesavxnturiers asked " will you shut up for a second ? " -

alex's words die in his throat, leave the taste of ash in his mouth. he's lingering in the hallway of the journalist's apartment, regretting coming back late from class because he'd stopped to talk to someone about their next assignment. the fingers of his right hand are curled tightly around the strap of his worn backpack, the left jumping erratically by his thigh as he closes his mouth, tries not to stare at the man who's voluntarily putting him up ( and putting up with him ).

"i'm sorry," he starts after his second of shutting up is over, "i didn't mean to be late, i had a question-"

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MIGUEL is running out of money, plain and simple. he hasn't sold an article in weeks. all the notes he gets back from media editors have accused him of being biased or too rough with his analyses or [worse] amateurish. he's running out of money and he has an extra mouth to feed and now alex is begging to stay in college? when miguel is getting nada in return? no. he refuses to be moved. his face is like stone as he faces his ... alex. the president's son. [what a power trip that is.] " i don't think so. " he sounds gentle, which is startling to realise. " you're going to fail anyway mi amor. it would be far more graceful to just drop out before that happens. don't you think so? "

@lesavxnturiers asked 👂 for my muse to have heard a comment from yours that they didn’t like -

your grades just aren't good enough to justify continuing to pay for college, alex.

he's not going to cry. he's not - he's all cried out these days, a shell of himself after so long under miguel's thumb. and honestly? he's been half-expecting this for a while, but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. "i've- i've been working so hard," alex starts, arms curling loosely around his own waist for comfort as the cold that's usually permanently in his bones leeches into his blood too, "please, i can do better, i'll study harder, just- please. please let me stay at college."

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" LIAR. " she accuses as she rolls over to face philip with a handful of covers grasped in a pale fist. her eyes are practically luminous in the dark where they're fixed on her husband with a mixture of concern and exhaustion. she'd known he wasn't asleep when she'd asked her question which is why she'd asked the question in the first place. " the baby's kicking. do you want to feel? "

@lesavxnturiers asked " are you asleep ? " -

"yes," philip mumbles, holding his pillow a little closer ( if he tells her he is, maybe he'll finally believe it and manage to slip into a dream for a while ). he can't leave her like that for long, though, not when she's asking with something more than genuine curiosity in her whisper --- with a sigh, he rolls over, opens his eyes to look at his wife. "why? what's wrong?"

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CATHERINE has to smother a fond smile as she looks at her youngest son [her baby] trying to remain stern. " i'd like you to put your shoes back on before you slip and break your neck. " she knows how fun it is to slide around on a polished floor in your socks but she also knows how painful the resulting broken arm can be. " put your shoes on, or we might have to go home again before we get to your favourite room. that would be a shame. "

@lesavxnturiers shouted henry george edward james fox-mountchristen-windsor!

the young prince skids to a stop automatically, socked feet on polished tiled floors making the stop more of a slide, arms windmilling in panic for a long moment before he does, actually, come to a standstill --- thankfully without falling or banging into anything. "yes, mummy?" he blinks ever so innocently at catherine from beside a statue, itching to get going again ( running in socks on a polished floor always felt a bit like flying, and henry liked the idea of being able to fly ).

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" ABSOLUTELY not. you get your ass back here now, alexander. " if she sounds harsh, it's only because of the insane amount of worry her youngest child manages to cause her every single damn day of his young life. " i'd like you to explain to me right now why i shouldn't call your school and tell your principal to pull your dumb ass off the lacrosse team until you learn to stop fighting on the field? " she's good and pissed off now and she will absolutely make good on her threat if he pushes his luck any further than he already has.

@lesavxnturiers shouted alexander gabriel claremont-diaz! -

shit, trouble. practically inevitable, really - liam's mom's a fink sometimes and she'd seen him after lacrosse, so of course she'd snitched to alex's mom. fuck. and on the one day his mom didn't have some kind of meeting or canvassing or something else to do with her campaigning, too! what bad luck. "ma, i gotta shower," he tries, praying to god that ellen will just let him go without contesting that fact --- like everything else in his life, he goes hard when playing lacrosse, and that involves sweating profusely.

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" JESUS. " liam hisses at the sight of alex and his bloody lip. " was that a deliberate hit? " it's not unheard of, especially not when alex and his mouth are involved in team sports. especially not with rival schools. " ...yeah sure, you can clean up at mine quickly. my mom might be home though, so better watch out. "

@lesavxnturiers asked " is that blood ? " -

"oh-" alex dabs at his lip with the sleeve of his sweater, frowning at the smear of red that comes away, "uh- yeah, i guess it is." shifting his lacrosse bag onto his other shoulder, he gives his best friend a small smile that pulls at the split in his lip. "d;you think i can clean up at yours before i go home? my mom'll flip if i show up looking like this."

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Call my muse by their full name, see how they respond.

[lesavxnturiers]

NA NA NA NA NA NA NA, I’m Gonna Start A Fight!

Send a symbol for drama! Send “wildcard” for mun to pick!

🤐 for my muse to accidentally say too much out of anger

👁 for my muse to ask or pry for answers in a confrontational manner

💋 for my muse to say something passive aggressive towards your muse

💣 for my muse to drop a truth bomb on yours

😡 for my muse to say something about yours that’s been bothering them

👂 for my muse to have heard a comment from yours that they didn’t like

⭕ for my muse to disapprove something yours is doing or does

👎 if your muse has authority over mine, and mine is disobeying

☝️ if my muse has authority over yours, and yours is disobeying

💢 for your muse to touch mine (on the shoulder, poke, ect) to test them

🖐 for your muse to shove mine

👊 for your muse to either punch or slap mine

⚠️ for your muse to push mine against a wall

🛑 for my muse to react to being stopped physically by yours

🔺️ for my muse to react to being grabbed (by the hand, shoulder, ect) by yours

👀 for my muse to say a comment about yours, while mine thinks your muse isn’t around to hear

❌ for your muse having told mine something they need to hear but don’t want to

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leschanceux​:

@lesavxnturiers​ sent ‘shuffle!’ for a lyric from my playlist! - 

“Did you mean what you said? Are you angry?”

“i’m fucking fuming, diz. they’re getting rid of our art from the city walls for no reason!” 

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leschanceux​:

@lesavxnturiers​ sent ‘shuffle!’ for a lyric from my playlist! -

“Thanks for the memories, even though they weren’t so great.”

"my pleasure.” it’s a bitter twist of a smile that sits on rosy lips -- sweet words accompanied by the acrid taste of smoke as rhiannon sits back in her shitty plastic seat. “i suppose you’ll be moving on then, yeah? well, you can never forget your first time, baby.”

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leschanceux​:

@lesavxnturiers​​ sent ‘shuffle!’ for a lyric from my playlist! -  

“I’m gonna be more than memory; each part of me more than history.”

"they all say that.” not that it makes the blindest bit of difference in the drivers’ eyes. they’ll be remembered for years to come, immortalised in records and feats, memories and merchandise. “to make it a reality, you have to push harder than everybody else, smash all their records and prove you’re the best of the best -- and i know you can do that. you have the drive and the determination.”

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leschanceux​:

@lesavxnturiers​ sent ‘shuffle!’ for a lyric from my playlist! -

"Hit me with them good vibes."

“why, cathy, you’ll have to ask me to dinner first.” adil jokes. he’s walking a fine line: the fact that catherine can’t stand being called cathy is no secret. no matter. he’ll win her back round easily enough. “i’m sure you’ll be fine, kitkat. it’s just a small exhibition, yes?” 

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leschanceux​:

@lesavxnturiers​ asked  ❛ don’t make me regret giving you the aux cord. ❜ -

mickey just grins mischievously by way of answer, flicking through his playlist until he finds the song he’s been looking for. the distorted trumpets of the introduction are enough to make his grin grow into something more relaxed; he’s back in his element, and ready to sing his lungs out.

“jesus christ.” jonah chokes on a laugh, recognising the song almost immediately. how could he not? he’s heard it at least once every day since they were all recalled to the naval flight training school. he could sing it in his sleep backward. mickey enjoys it though so he doesn’t really have the heart to complain in earnest. “put something else on!”

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leschanceux​:

@lesavxnturiers​ asked [ 📲 • sms ] —— hold on i gotta do something real quick.

[ 📲 • harvard ]; just say you gotta pee [ 📲 • harvard ]; no shame in it

[ 📲 • yale ]: okay fine, i have to pee [ 📲 • yale ]: happy?

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leschanceux​:

@lesavxnturiers wanted a starter! - 

“seems like I’m always saving your ass,” ice grins as he pats his fellow pilot’s shoulder, the expression just a little too sharp to be natural and relaxed, “best not to make a habit of it, though.”

“i don’t need anybody to save my ass.” slider is visibly insulted as he shrugs ice’s hand off his shoulder, gritted teeth bared in a grim parody of a smile. “and there’s no habit to be made there. it was a one off, won’t ever happen again.”