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I’VE MOVED GREGER OVER HERE.

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ELOUISE HAS MOVED TO HERE!!!

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OKAY

SO

I moved elouise to THIS BLOG with magnolia.

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this blog is a mess but i’m FIXING IT.

DEBORAH ANN WOLL WILL BE MAIN

RACHEL MCADAMS WILL BE 2ND

AND ZOEY DEUTCH WILL BE YOUTH

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   He moves around the carpet slowly, careful not to drop any ounce of red but the blood was plastered to him like a second skin - a thick layer. What the hell did you get into tonight? The question was a weightless thing inside him, hallowed out. His shoulders shrug slowly, otherwise, he’s extremely silent - timed almost. He makes his way over to her, reaching for the off button on the tv and he presses it - what once displayed his handy work in poor detail ( because surely the cops had just arrived ) and no one knew what had taken place within the walls of the holy ground - The Cathedral of Saint Patrick. “Doesn’t matter” They wouldn’t pin it on him - he wrote hell across the banisters and littered with pavement outside with sin. “Are the kids out?” He figures the answer would be yes, considering her attire but still, he’ll double check, wait on her response with his fingers running over the delicate flesh of her collarbone. 

                     “of course it matters,” they’ve had this dance around before about her wanting him to be a bit more careful. sure, go out, kill some people, have some fun, she’d never try to stop him from doing those things. people will think that’s crazy but she didn’t care. they weren’t a normal couple. however, her restless face softens a bit at his touch on her freshly washed skin - it never mattered how much time had passed it always felt like he was touching her for the first time. “they’ll be gone all night -- ..” elouise reaches up and swipes a bit of blood off his cheek and licks it clean from her finger ; the demon inside her ever swelling to be out more and more. “did you at least have a good time?”

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  Don’t ask him what he did - the story behind all the red that covers him is one of darkness and cruelty, he can still hear the shouts within his ears - screaming, shouting - a beg to be saved and all he did was laugh. Surely it would be painted across all media platforms, spoken of in the news and if one might be so bold and arrogant, it will be marked down in history. Tongue drags itself across his blood coated lips and his gaze falls upon Elouise when he enters her ( their )  house. Where eyes have been dark the entire night, they flicker from black to his multi-tone mess, small smile coming across his lips. “HONEY I’M HOME.” 

              “do not get blood on that carpet!” of course that’s the first thing she says to him but damn it she’s been trying to find a good rug for the front entrance for the last two weeks and that one was a special order. the children weren’t home, thank whoever, off to spend the night with their uncle, which is why elouise is standing there dressed in just a towel after taking a scalding hot relaxing shower. the blood didn’t bother her, neither did his demeanor, something she’s long since found a bit relaxing, “what the hell did you get into tonight?” elouise shimmies through the home, never dropping her towel, and reaches for the tv remote to flick on the news that has the horror written all over it. “please tell me you hid your face.”

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       “I worry about Mags because she’s impulsive.” Because he can see just behind her gaze a longing for more, to be worshipped like the god she is, in a sense it was understandable - the desire to be known for what you are and the power you have. He supposed it came with being in love with yourself or at least, knowing what you were worth. A thing riddled in insecurity like Ivar, couldn’t fully wrap his mind around the idea. “ I have a good life… i do, i’m just worried… She talking the other day about needing to be prepared and but she can’t ever really tell me for what.”

          “you’re....not wrong,” magnolia has always been the more impulsive one, the one to jump off the swings while ivar held on tightly, but she loved that about him. that he was cool, calm, and collected. he has no idea how valuable that is. his last statement, though, that made her stomach twist, “i think she gets that from me. griffy, you know that your dad and i are by no means angels, we’ve done terrible things and i’ve never hid that from either of you but i am always on edge - always getting ready for the next big something. i feel like if i’m not something can go wrong - i think that’s how your sister is feeling too.” which makes her worry that she isn’t doing enough to keep her children safe. 

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     Kristopher had come to him countless of times, all of different reason and rhyme but always for the servitude of himself - what benefited Kris, was what benefited Paisley. That was what the king and prince repeated day in and day out - he’d grown accustomed to the selfishness, it was a second nature at this point to hear the ego-driven requests and follow them without a seconds thought. Why? because that was what a good guard did. However, it was a night ago, that Kristopher came to him and requested he diverts his attention to a woman called Elouise Lorraine Douglas and this had raised a question of who, what, when and where?     All which Kristopher answered with the utmost irritation and said ‘Love of my life, mother to my unborn children and the only woman worthy of your time’ Words which screamed of caring and affection - two emotions which this guard had long since thought the man was no longer capable of. It’ll be why he’s standing at the threshold of her bedroom, Kristopher at his side and gives them both a look. Really introductions were a rarity for him and so he stumbles momentarily on his footing - this is where Kristopher recollects it for him. 

    “This poodle head, puppy-eyed piece of shit, is going to be lurking at every corner until they” A finger dab at her stomach. “ Are safely brought into this world and then we’ll how long he sticks around. Elouise, meet PJ.” He won’t dear say, Paisley. 

                              “no fucking way,” elouise doesn’t even bother with the introductions, she’s slow but does land on her feet, carrying herself to the other side of the room. “the last thing i want, no offence PJ, you seem great, but the last thing that i want is some stalker following me around. I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” she almost feels slightly insulted, maybe thinking that kris thought she wasn’t capable of taking care of business is someone were to threaten her or their children. however, as weird as it is, elouise has almost always felt her strongest when she was pregnant. yes, she feels like a whale and her ankles are killing her but there’s a power inside her that she can’t quite tap into and she knows it’s her children. the scan the other day at the doctor indicating TWINS.

      how lucky were they?

   “do you really think i need some kind of body guard, kris, really?” while, yeah, it’s a bit insulting it’s also in a twisted way kind of sweet. this tall scary man that could take down the world was soft and mushy for her. 

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   “come here. put your hand wherever on this giant thing,” elouise gestures to her large stomach that seems to be stalling in growth but she knows her children inside are actually doing quite well, even though she did have to lie to the doctor about how far along she was. “wanna know something crazy?” she asks as she shifts in her bed to allow him more room. this was one thing about being pregnant that she liked, feeling her babies move around and kick, it’s the best thing she’s ever felt in the world.

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gonna be sorta revamping this blog a bit and doing replies.

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Credit:  Bev Weidner | @bevcooks.