#c: edward

[incangencence]

♕ = bowing down before them. / eddie, sarcastically

[reaction meme || accepting]

“Oh stop, darling, stop! You’re too kind!”

Gene was absolutely glowing, laughing as she spun in a circle, soaking up Eddie’s — admittedly immensely sarcastic — adoration. It was silly. The way they lifted up both hands, stiff as a board, that wry, supercilious smirk plastered all over their face as they pretended to bow, over and over, while she danced around the room as if she’d lost her entire mind. Maybe she had… That was half the fun of Gotham, after all…

The scheduling puzzle wasn’t exactly the most challenging issue she’d ever faced, but it did require considerable focus. Focus she completely seemed to lack these days, as her treatments with Jon grew more intense.

Exhausted and triumphant, she threw herself down on the cushion of the booth, laying her head on Ed’s lap and stretching languidly like a cat.

“I am the Queen of Scheduling Puzzles,” she purred contentedly. “As my Co-Monarch, you may play with my hair, and tell me what a good, smart girl I’ve been. You may commence praising, thank you~”

[onceuponamagicaltime]

The summer air in the gardens of the Queen's Castle was thick with the scent of roses and unspoken expectations. Aiden Murray, a whirlwind of charm and barely contained mischief, surveyed the scene with a glint in his eye. Today was the day. Not for him, of course, but for Edward, the highly sought-after bachelor, who had already been presented gracefully to Her Majesty, the Queen, as a prime candidate for a most advantageous match. Edward, though fulfilling his duty, knew he too was not seeking marriage the way other men might do. Aiden himself was moments away from his own presentation.

Impeccably dressed in his finest tailored suit, Edward was a picture of nervous anticipation. His usually composed demeanor was ruffled, a stray lock of light hair falling across his brow. He paced near the shimmering azure of the ornamental pool, rehearsing bows and polite platitudes.

Aiden was enchanted by Edward in a way that was almost refreshing to him, so much so he invited him for a walk. Aiden, with his charming wit, had a way of talking with Edward, slipping in some forbidden sayings in quite a humorous way.

Aiden, ever the opportunist, saw his chance. With a predatory grin, he sauntered over, his silk cravat a touch askew, his light curls catching the sunlight. "My dear Edward," he purred, his voice a low, melodic rumble, "one would think you were preparing for a duel, not a delightful chat with our gracious sovereign."

It was how he could sense a burning in Edwards eyes. a burning reflected in his own.

"Oh, I assure you, your future is quite secure," Aiden said, stepping closer, his eyes dancing. He reached out, ostensibly to brush a speck of dust from Edward's lapel, but his fingers lingered, tracing the fine fabric. it felt nice touching him like this. "you certainly looked quite graceful out there and-"

"Precisely why we should make the most of these last few, precious moments of freedom," Aiden whispered, leaning in, his gaze dropping to Edward's lips. His voice was laced with a playful challenge, a hint of something deeper. "Tell me, does the prospect of royal approval truly excite you more than… say, a spontaneous adventure?"

He raised a hand, his fingers brushing Edward's jawline, his thumb gently caressing. "Or perhaps, you are simply afraid to admit that a little ridiculousness, a little spontaneity, might be precisely what you need? Or will you be slipping into the role of the most excitable bachlor afterall?"

Talking about slipping, that was exactly what happened to Aiden. Just as he was about to formulate a retort, or perhaps succumb to the undeniable pull of Edward's charm, Aiden took another step forward, his foot catching on the ornate edge of the pool. He didn't know why he had done this, but he had, and as he reached out for Edward's hand, he dragged Edward, not to the ground, but with a big splash into the Queen's pond.

The shock was immediate. "Sorry love, didn't mean to make you wet for me," Aiden joked as he crawled out of the water, his shirt now see-through and showing off his tight muscles underneath. Edward emerged sputtering, his meticulously coiffed hair plastered to his head, his fine suit clinging to him like a second skin.

Just then, a footman came hurrying, telling Aiden it was about to be his turn. Aiden barked a laugh. "Well, let's hope the Queen doesn't mind a wet cat!"

and thus Aiden got presented to the queen in quite a sorry state, but he didnt mind because he could feel Edwards eyes glued on him - filling him with a desire he didn't realize he could possess.

mention of: @mcstardently

[roisdevivre]

as the river travels, i go the opposite || @threadpull continued from here

As he drew nearer, Luca caught the man's scent and for a moment, found himself distracted. Pencil shavings and pizza rolls... human sweat and machine grease, and something warm and rich he can't quite name...

He let out sharp bark of laughter, his eyes flicking from the booth operator to the stranger. And as the wind shifts slightly, he can scent that too. Beyond the popcorn, and the hay, and the thick sugary clouds of fried dough and the kind of magic only carnival lights can inspire... the thread between them. Pack. Faint, but still lingering. "Hustlers..." The way he said it, it was clear he was impressed.

As Eddie offered back the gun, Luca tilted his head to one side. His eyes glittered, and when he grinned, all four of his slightly elongated, slightly pointed canines showed. "You oughtta come with a warning label," he chuckled. "Eddie, was it? Sabotaged or not, I know when I'm beat. Pretty sure I owe ya a drink..." He offered a scarred hand, tilting it slightly so the short, claw-like nails were a little less obvious. "Name's Luca."

[belladonna-blackswan]

You know what? Eden (the black swan) and Edward (the white swan)

Credit to @oilyurvs on Instagram

[glcriouspvrpose]

"You sure took your time getting here," he said as he approached his fiancé, who was sitting down. He handed him a drink before walking around to sit sideways on his lap. Loki kissed him, humming softly as he pulled back slightly. "If you say you work late to keep up with me, I will literally have you beheaded." ; @attorneyhill

[mrstvrks]

@attorneyhill asked: send  ☂️  for  a  weather  based  starter

"Hi," Tony started, as the older man walked inside. "Bruce is at a conference thingy and apparently your baby daddy has no service or something. He actually better be fucking dead because I can see when I'm silenced on the jet," Tony added, too-loudly into the phone he was holding, ending the call a second later. He led Edward down the hall and gestured to the frozen staircase, completely preventing him from going up to where the girls—hopefully—still were. "So I can Iron Man blast my way up. Or we can see if baby Elsa will just....stop whatever this is." He looked at Ed, "Because right now, they think it's hilarious. Which, I mean, it kinda is, but."

[cmdrhills]

"So nice of you to finally join us, Edward," Rafael said, giving his older brother a long, hard look when he walked through the door. Gesturing down the hall, he continued, completely deadpanned, "The future king of Avatarland has barricaded himself in the bedroom. With my girlfriend. And my baby. Because Odin's coming to visit? And no one was going to tell me until he walked in, I guess." He was about to say something else, but Ella and Eisa came down the hall, the latter attaching herself to Edward's legs. 'Is Daddy dead again?' She questioned, in a much too calm manner, and Raf snapped his mouth shut. "No," he finally replied, adding a, "Not yet," as he passed his brother, loud enough for him to hear. He knocked on the still-closed door, "Get. Out. I don't care if the baby has to eat, Klara." He held his hand up to silence Ella before she could question him on that, seeing as her mouth was already open. "They're only letting them in. Like what the hell did I even do? I'm about to voluntarily revoke my paternity leave is what I'm about to do." ; @attorneyhill

[drfcstrs]

"I said if he tried to get up again, I was going to tie him to the bed," she began as he walked onto her floor. "He said he preferred silk." Jane looked up from the report she was finishing, expression completely serious. "I'll kill him. He's not even on life support, but I'll find a way to pull his plug." ; @attorneyhill

[devilhvrns]

@ofdisregard sent[ DATE ]: sender arrives at the receiver's house to take them on a romantic date. for edward & dani

'Coming!' Dani shouted from deep in her apartment when she hurried the rapping on her door. Hurriedly placing the backing on her earring and taking one final look at herself in the mirror had her smiling at her reflection. 'Perfect, as always.' The brunette murmured to herself, smoothing hands down the front of her little black dress. The one that was always a hit whenever she wore it at the club.

And right on time for once. Dani was usually the queen of not being ready in time for anything other than her performances. But tonight was special. She snatched her clutch from her vanity, taking one last look in the mirror before heading for the front door. Heels clicking along the hardwood as she went along.

Shaking off a sudden burst of nerves, the young woman opened the door, smiling brightly at her date for the evening on the other side. 'Hey handsome,' It wasn't their first date, but Dani still found herself a little star struck so to speak that Edward Sinclair had asked her out in the first place.

[onceuponamagicaltime]

Aiden's lips twitched, a suppressed chuckle escaping him at his playful admission. "Well, I have been told I'm hard to put in- up with," he repeated, a self-deprecating grin spreading across his face, acknowledging his own occasional eccentricities. It wasn't often that someone managed to capture his attention so swiftly and completely, yet there was an undeniable magnetism about this man. He found himself intrigued by the subtle intelligence that flickered in his eyes, the undercurrent of wit that laced his words. He was undeniably charmed, though he hoped he wasn't making it too obvious.

He watched, a flicker of understanding in his gaze, as he swallowed, a nervous gesture that spoke volumes. He, too, had experienced that breathless awareness, that sudden dryness in the throat when unexpectedly captivated.

"Trust me, my lord," he responded, his voice softening slightly, a shared understanding passing between them, "the last thing I desire is to find myself under the Queen's intense scrutiny, or indeed, the fervent gaze of any number of hopeful mothers and their matrimonially-minded daughters." He offered a conspiratorial smile. "It would appear we share a similar aversion to the more… intense aspects of the social season."

Edward craned his neck, senses alerted for his mother to be walking about, possibly looking for him. He was observing the crowd. Evening was young still, and he decided he’d need another drink soon. He was eager to move on from all that.

His hat tipped to the ladies that passed him by, locking eyes with a few of them. Others, who also may have caught his interest. He glanced to his side giving a short nod. “Certainly not me,” he suggested in jest. “I’ve been told I’m a hard one to swallow,” he said, his words definitely not having a double meaning.

“Yourself?” he glanced over again. “Perhaps you’ll be lucky enough to catch her attention,”

[mobqueenfishmooney]

@riddlesman

"I hear you're the man to talk to about the Narrows." Fish's voice echoed out across the dark room. She didn't bother with pleasantries anymore, she had spent enough time playing games with Falcone. "Fish Mooney. If you've heard of me, I'm back. If you haven't, you will," she said by way of introduction. "I'm looking to make a few friends before I start taking out my enemies. Care to listen, Mr... Nygma, was it?"

[glcriouspvrpose]

Loki had come to accept many things on Earth, but his hatred for hospitals would always remain. The constant beeping and general atmosphere was unnerving. Still, it wasn't enough to distract his thoughts away from his current state. The little feet running down the hall was, though. Albeit if temporarily. 'Daddy!' Loki looked up to see Eisa running in, wasting no time in climbing up onto the hospital bed. "I'm okay, sólin mín," he said softly, holding her close when she snuggled up to him. Loki moved his free arm so Ella could move in beside him when he felt her tug at him, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, too. Neither one of them paid any attention to his current state, but he knew it was probably a bit of a shock for his fiancé. He shifted so the girls were more comfortable against him -- and away from his bandaged side -- when Edward walked inside. "Hi," he started, but paused, not able to read the look on his face. Glancing at Ella, he mouthed, "Is Klara okay?" ; @attorneyhill

[baringtccthxx]

tag

[roisdevivre]

“Well… no shit?”

Luca lowered the riffle, the corner of his mouth curling into the ghost of a smirk, eyes glittering with skeptical amusement. He glanced from the slender young man, to the carnival booth, and back again. He flipped the pellet gun in one hand, tossing it up and down, catching it and throwing it again without looking, his gaze fixed on the stranger. City boys. Always had something to prove, but rarely had the bite to back up the bark.

That was half the fun of a place like this. Carnivals were transient. Like him. Here one day, gone the next. He’d traveled with more than a few, visited more than his fair share. This time, it was only coincidence. He’d only meant to be passing through — cities were… overwhelming. But he’d seen the lights… and who could resist a game or two?

“Eh… Been a minute since I took one of these for a spin, but…” He scratched his jaw, grinning, then lined up the shot. Pop! Pop! Pop! Three of the little tin ducks lined up against the back of the wall fell over.

He held out the pellet gun to the stranger. “How’s about you come over here, and show me how it’s done, pretty boy…”

open to mutuals

Pffffffffft.

"I can unequivocally do that better than you can." He's delusional.

[cmdrhills]

"You know," Rafael started as he approached his brother. "I was gonna give you hell for getting engaged after only dating for a few months. But then I remembered my girlfriend's pregnant." He looked at his older brother and smirked. Despite the fact that Edward's choice in fiancé annoyed the fuck out of him, he saw how happy he was and couldn't help but be happy for him. It had been good for Ella, too. Rafael's gaze shifted to where she was playing with Eisa, completely unbothered by the animals she'd attracted or the blue hue to her skin. They'd been attached at the hip ever since meeting. "Kinda makes you want to stay here, doesn't it? They're so unbothered by everything." Rafael fell silent for a moment, just watching the girls, before he let out a breath. "Her mom's lawyer called me," he said, after a moment, looking back at his brother. "She wants to fight custody again." ; @attorneyhill

[drfcstrs]

"Well, someone's far away from New York," Jane teased lightly, walking over to stand beside him. She smirked and slid her arm around his, knowing the person he'd most likely tagged along to see was tied up in whatever princely duties he had going on that morning. She walked down a familiar hall, still leaning her way around herself. "Should I even ask?" ; @attorneyhill