Prompt #263. MusicWilliem couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips, watching as Eliza playfully twirled around the parlor, the victrola playing some tune that he knew but couldn’t name. She was dressed down, her dress plain blue hues, that still brought out the colour in her eyes somehow, as her golden-bronze ringlets flew around as she turned and hummed along to the music.Prompt #263. Music by WatchingTimePass
Sometimes, he couldn’t help but completely enraptured with his own wife.
It was more than true, he’d never bothered to court her and instead had obtained her by force and manipulation, but she had stayed here with him. She’d grown to love him, and it made some weight on his chest lift, to have this beautiful woman in his home, his bed, his arms, and be able to call her his and pepper kisses across her face and hair, and love her as she deserved to be loved.
He worked to prove that no man loved her as much as he did.
She’d interested him upon their first meeting, the unorthodox young woman wh
Jumping Ship: Chapter Twenty-SevenAs he began to come to, one of the first things he realized was he was lying in bed. It was a little strange, because he couldn’t remember getting into the bed. Constantine was quite certain if he’d gotten himself into bed last night, he would’ve remembered doing it. He really wasn’t one to forget things.Jumping Ship: Chapter Twenty-Seven by WatchingTimePass
For a moment, he wondered maybe if he was hungover. He couldn’t really, well, he was having trouble remembering himself at a pub last night, so he wondered if maybe he had had one too many? Constantine had done it before, and being groggy like this wasn’t unusual.
When he attempted to roll himself over, a searing pain shot through his body.
“Constantine?” A distinctively familiar, feminine voice said, somehow getting through the fog currently inside of his head. He knew that voice, he could picture the face but the name, where was that?
Soft, albeit slightly dry, hands wrapped around his wrist, wherever that was located. “Constanti
Captain's Prompt for August: AnchorElena had heard the term ‘somebody’s anchor’ before in her life. She never had put very much thought into the idea of it though, the sentiment of the whole thing. That being said, in the line of work she had used to dabble in, deciding to deem someone your anchor was a very bold, and frankly idiotic, idea.Captain's Prompt for August: Anchor by WatchingTimePass
There was no honor among thieves after all, wasn’t that what they said?
For a long time, Marco had been the only people who had come even somewhat close to having her trust. Looking back upon those careless days, she wished to take all of those mistakes back. It was so frustrating, to reply the memories over and over like one of those silent films, and figure out so many different choices she could have made. So many easier paths carelessly tossed aside.
After her days with Marco, she had presumed perhaps Constantine could have been her anchor. By no means at all was he a bad man. On the contrary, to this day she still held him in high regard, as one of the be
BFP Tournament - Part OneSarah Grace awoke to the feel of wind brushing across her cheeks, grass prickling her arms, and a single voice beckoning her to get up. Slowly, as if emerging from a dream, she came to and blinked. Moonlight streamed down and that’s when Grace noticed that something was wrong. The air didn’t smell like salt and old wood, the ground didn’t gently sway beneath her, and there was grass beneath her arms. Wherever she was, she wasn’t on the Sangue-Padre.BFP Tournament - Part One by Sutsuki-Sensei
She sat upright without warning, smacking her forehead into Elena’s jaw with enough force to leave bruises. Both young women recoiled sharply, Grace uttering curses and apologies while Elena opened and closed her mouth, testing her jaw. Finally, though, she turned and faced Grace, her face wiped of emotion but her eyes glassy and shining. Pain pounded in Grace’s head, both from smacking into Elena but also from something else, like she’d had too much to drink and had a handover. Elena waited patient
(I'm not dead guys. I've been so busy, since school has started. It's only my Junior year, but I've got a lot of math and sciences this year, since I've already mapped out what I need for my Senior year next year, and for University level classes. You don't need to know/don't care about this, but I unfortunately inherited my mother's tendency to babble happily on.)
Anyways, since I've been busy doing things, I thought hell, I'll upload this. I wrote it probably last year, May? June? Meh. It's old. Excuse it.
(I'm thinking though, I'm going to do some word/sentence prompts for Elena, I think that'd be cool.)
bonjour, je suis blaire//dix-sept//canadien|
(hello, i'm blaire//seventeen//canadian)
like all people from canada, i’m immune to cold, which is nice.
if you like bad jokes and puns then we’ll get along great.
any time is nirvana time.