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The tragic biography of Lady Lucille Sharpe The Art of Darkness, by Mark Salisbury - Crimson Peak, 2015

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#I DIDN’T EVEN MEAN TO SHIP IT THIS HARD

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Crimson Peak ~ Matching scars

I love how even their wounds are mirrored

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In an instant he feels so small, and though he  is in fact several years her senior he suddenly feels like a young boy being scolded. His body language sags  as any sense of control he thought he might have had on the situation evaporates.

“You weren’t!” The words tumble abruptly from his mouth and in the moment he wishes he could disappear.  This was way out of his comfort zone he had never been one for conflict that was Lucille had managed to wrap him around her fingers because she knew her brother wouldn’t fight back. “Not to me,  I never lead you I didn’t” His eyes are pleading  and he does his damnedest to keep his voice down.

“Edith I....I never didn’t  mean it.  Why do you  think she attacked me, she knew I serious.” 

He can feel himself shatter into a million pieces as she gets up to leave. He didn’t  expect this to be easy but he also didn’t expect her words to cut so deeply. Who was he really? He had spent so much time in his sisters shadow that with her out of the way and the only person he truly loved now walked away feeling betrayed, what was he to do.

“I will await your visit presently, Miss Cushing.” He said softly as she left. Now alone his gaze turns to his hand, where once his wedding ring had sat. Three times each a different band had sat on his finger but only now did he find himself missing its presence. Only now did he miss the bond it represented. 

With a sigh he resigned himself back to his own room awaiting Edith’s instructions on when they could next talk.

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“Of course there will be some things spoken in private.” Her eyes fall to the floor, there where many things to speak of in private. Some harder than the rest. In truth she had hoped that maybe he could have left, maybe he could have disappeared into the shadows, but the thoughts only made her feel terrible as…as she knew how she felt still, despite the rage, despite everything. It would be best to speak outside the hospital, however, and that would take just another week, or so the doctor promises.

“Somewhere, I would have guessed. I thought I knew you, but I did not.” Her voice was curt, she hopes it hurts him, for there was far more damage to her mentally from him than he could ever truly attempt to do to her physically. Standing, she looks at him, despite being a good few inches shorter, she still felt like displaying just how she felt at the moment.

“While I do not think you leaving is a good idea, there is just too much to speak of, and the police are still not quite happy with our story, I do think that you should know one thing. I am unhappy, beyond unhappy, with the events that played before me. I was lead on, into a world where I would crumble to ash before you and your sister, just another lock of hair.” Her voice as low, quiet, but it held a tremble. 

“I loved you, I did not even realize why. You came into my life and tipped it over into a skewered version of what it once was. You were all I had left, your sister took the only family I had. Sometimes I selfishly wonder what if it had been Alan’s sister?” Her face has become red, and the only thing keeping her from shouting is the decency not to expose the truth of what happened at that hall.

“Tonight I shall find a way to speak to you without the ears of others listening in. But do remind yourself Sir Thomas…” She briskly begins to walk past him, knowing it was time for her to return to her room.

“One thing that I have on my mind is I think I ought to change my name back to what it use to be.”

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For Nikstoppinen

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“Edith, please… Please trust me one more time.”

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// will be working on replies and such tonight, sorry for the delay 

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Edith takes in the man before him. Half what he use to be when he showed up before her so many months ago. Closing her eyes for a moment, the scenes play before her, the memories causing a stinging sensation as she turns her head away, and opens her eyes to stare idly at the fire once more. Her face sets into a unforgiving blank face, like she dared not show what she was feeling around him. She had no reason to trust him, and in all matters, should null their marriage and flee back home with her childhood friend and near savior Alan..

But something made her turn her head and stare at Thomas with a light frown appearing on her brow. “Sorrys’ are hardly the word to use here.” Her voice was surprisingly calm for someone who felt her words sticking to her throat. “You can say it a thousand times, Sir Thomas, and one could never tell if you mean it.” She realized too late how much bite was in her words, but it was the truth. Sorry meant nothing here.

“We will have a lot to speak of in private. Yes indeed.” Her lips tighten into a thin line as she stares up at him, “And when we do talk you cannot close your eyes to it. Alan will join us, there is too much involving him now to cast him aside.”

Turning away, her mind settles on something, staring at the fire as if it was the only thing within the room worthy of her attention. Something that bugged her since she realized he had stayed, wondering if it just the words he spoke at her a few seconds ago that kept him there, or something else…

“Do tell me, Sir Thomas…” Her voice hardly a whisper. “Why do you stick around when you were free to go some time ago?”

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“I know.” He said in response to his apologies having no place here. 

He exhaled a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. She was angry, he expected that much. He didn’t expect this to have some happy ending in fact he was counting on it ending quite poorly for him but still that didn’t stop the fact that he still loved her.  It was hard hearing her call him by title addressing him in such a detached way was this a reflection of her feelings for him now detached...

His words caught in his throat and he forced them out. “We do....I won’t...He can. You’re right... there is much we need to  discuss, but I hope you’ll understand that some of it needs to remain private between the two of us Edith, there are things...I am unsure if I’d be comfortable with Dr.McMichael hearing.”  His throat felt dry as he uttered the last sentence, gods was it so obvious to her that he was out of his comfort zone. 

He glanced at her briefly seeing her gaze was locked on the fire before returning his eyes back to looking at the wooden floor. As she asked the question Thomas’ free hand wandered  to his collar where  he knew that resting beneath the fabric of his shirt was a freshly healed scar, given to him by the one who had been responsible for taking everything away from him.

It was true he had been free to leave the clinic for a week now under the orders not push himself to hard until the wounds fully healed and yet  he had opted to stay  insisting that he be allowed to at least until Edith was well.

“Where would I go Edith? Back to Allerdale Hall? No I could not, I would not dare step foot in that cursed place not alone. You are here, so I am here until it is that you no longer wish for me to be here. Then I suppose I will figure out what to do with myself.” 

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Thomas looked out the window of the small cottage they managed to square away in for how long neither of them knew.  The decision to leave Allerdale Hall was not one that came easy for him, how could it? That old decrepit mansion was all he ever knew. 

However it was not safe for Edith and himself any longer, Lucille would kill him {and her}. Thomas had taken her offer of leaving the damned place behind and now he was glad that he did, as Edith was expecting. 

“Are you warm darling? Shall I get you more blankets?”

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“Oh Thomas…If you touch a butterfly’s wings, then it can no longer fly… ”

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20 Questions: Mun + Muse Edition

20 Questions: Mun + Muse Edition

Bold the muse’s answers. Italicise the mun’s answers.

1. Age? … below 14 | 14 - 17 | 18 - 25 | 26 - 35 | 36 - 40 | 41+

2. Gender? … male | female | genderfluid | non-binary | agender | other | don’t know/prefer not to answer

3. Zodiac sign? … aries | taurus | gemini | cancer | leo | virgo | libra | scorpio | sagittarius | capricorn | aquarius | pisces

4. Sexuality? … straight | gay | lesbian | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | aromantic | demisexual | other | don’t know/prefer not to answer 

5. Favourite color? … red | orange | yellow | green | blue | indigo | violet | pink | silver | gold | black | white | other

6. Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings? … harry potter | lord of the rings | both | neither

7. Coffee or tea? … coffee | tea | both | neither

8. Romance or sex? … romance | sex | neither

9. Best time of day? … dawn | morning | afternoon | evening | night

10. What’s better, being liked or being feared? … being liked | being feared

11. Movies or books? … movies | books | neither l like both

12. Stage shows or movies? … stage shows | movies | neither | both

13. Hair color? … brown | black | red | blonde | gray | white | salt and pepper | two-toned | other 

14. Eye color? … blue | brown | green | hazel | black | violet | gray | other

15. Have you ever broken a bone? … yes | no

16. Alignment? … lawful good | neutral good | chaotic good | lawful neutral | true neutral | chaotic neutral | lawful evil | neutral evil | chaotic evil

17. Chinese zodiac sign? … pig | rat | ox | tiger | rabbit | dragon | snake | horse | sheep | monkey | rooster | dog | boar | idk

18. Element? … fire | earth | air | water 

19. Hogwarts house? … Gryffindor | Ravenclaw | Hufflepuff | Slytherin

20. Favourite season? … autumn | winter | spring | summer

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important;; don’t be shy if you have a plot idea with me. I’m really open to these big, intricate storylines between our muses that have room to expand the characters and see development. Wanna ship our muses? Hit me up. Think my muse would be a great sibling figure to your character? Tell me. Have a cliche plot that you wanna do? I’m down. Please, I honestly love making these storylines and falling head over heels for a ship or get really emotional over relationships and enjoy how the story & characters progress.

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Edith : “You lied to me! You poisoned me!” Thomas : “I did.” Edith : “You said you loved me!” Thomas : “I do.”

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The doctors had barely enough time to save Edith, let alone Alan. Her body had undergone a lot and it was not until recently did she find herself able to breathe without the pain of a cough threatening to undo her. With her body strong enough, and the watchful nurses ‘okay’, she was able to go out of the room she had been confined in for so long and stretch her legs, even if it was only to nestle herself into an arm chair, huddling towards the fire to feel some warmth.

She knew that he was there, his eyes felt like a flame, burning her skin as she stared at the fire before her. She wanted to hate him, and by the gods she wanted to be able to spill the truth of what all happened, but she herself had been the one to tell the lie. Spinning it like a spider would it’s web, and she still found herself questioning it.

It was possible she believed in something….that in the end he had tried to change, but she did not know yet, and as she heard the approaching footsteps she knew where him. A hand upon the arm of the chair she sat on, and the voice that made her eyes close and a frown appear on her lips, told her it was indeed Thomas.

Looking up at him, she wanted to hate him, wanted to tell him to leave and never come back, but her expression only fell to sorrow and a mix of slight anger, confusion, and….something else. Clearing her throat, she shifts, trying to act like the proper lady she was, despite the desire to slouch and allow herself that simple relaxation.

“I have the moment.” Her voice is raw still, she had nearly coughed up a lung the last week, and her throat was still recovering. “What is it you wish to speak of?” She squared her jaw, making it a show that she was still not trusting him, but..at least, willing to speak.

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They were a far stretch from the happy newly weds they had been a month ago, he knew this. Still though his heart ached and yet he knew her acknowledgement of him was more than he deserved. 

He felt the weight of his part in her current condition is only he had left with her when they had the chance but he couldn’t, not with Lucile still at Allerdale Hall. Lucile was dead now and Thomas had never felt more alone yet free at the same time.  He wouldn’t waste her time she deserved better than that. 

“Edith, I’m sorry. I don’t expect you to accept my apology or even believe it, but I truly am.”  His eyes flicked to look at her, his expression becoming more sullen as he did so. As grateful he was that she on the mend he could see the toll the poisoning and knife wounds had taken on his bride. 

“If you want to return to America I don’t blame you nor will I bother you further if that is your wish.” He voice sounded so distant to himself as if he were hearing his voice played back at him from a gramophone.  His already pale skin flushing with pallor at the stress. He wasn’t good at this he had never been one to stand on his own two feet when things got rough; Lucile had done that for him.

And now Lucile was gone.

The silence that descended was nerve wracking for the still poorly man, his eyes closing as he recalled  what he had told Edith at the dance.

I often close my eyes to things that make me uncomfortable. 

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