There’s too much darkness in him, too much tragedy,
and there’s no way he’d let her get anywhere near it. It’s one thing to
be with him physically, emotionally – and even then he thinks, he knows,
he doesn’t deserve it, but she’s far too stubborn to let him tell her
otherwise, and he’s grown far too selfish for her warmth and her touch
and her heart to protest. She’s more than strong enough to handle him
if, god forbid, he were to ever lose his control in her presence. It’s
not that he’s worried about.
He’s worried about her being in his
head, about her seeing by the worst parts of him. About those parts of
him corrupting her light, her hope, her love, and dragging her
into his shadows. She doesn’t deserve it, not at all, the way that he
doesn’t deserve her. She insists that it’s not true, and she convinces
him to let her come close, to want her to come closer, and he
doesn’t have control over that. He can’t control how much he’s fallen in
love with her. But this he has control over. She can invite herself
into his mind and his body and he probably wouldn’t even be aware of it,
but she doesn’t, no matter how much he knows she wants to. She
respects him and his boundaries, so he tells her to stay out of his head
and she listens because she’s crazy enough to trust him.
This was not the first time they had spoken. Trade had been flourishing between their two nations for centuries now and the fact that their peoples were both heavily Catholic certainly aided matters, as did the animosity that currently lay between the English and the Spanish.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, Ealga idly thought as she glanced down at her shoes. She didn’t have anything against living the life of a peasant, but the arrogance their brethren across the sea showed had to be snuffed out. Never before had the ancient woman felt so threatened by an empire. Her Gaelic lords were losing influence by the day and Poynings’ laws gave her parliament little power without English consent. No, she’d happily wear peasant shoes if it meant seeing all the invaders die.
Still, Antonio was always welcome within her shores. No harm would come to him or his men as long as she was keeping watch, of that she would make certain.
“Nothing but good. Aptly put, my dear. But you know I cannot do it alone, not anymore. Arthur’s presence here has already wreaked havoc on my old order. It would take but a single command and he would level entire villages.”
Delicate pale digits rested against a smooth brow and green eyes met the other’s own in the candle light. “If we had an ally, however… I would accompany my best into battle and let the land ring with our outlawed war cries.”
So I read your Jamilton fic and OMG I have so many good things to say about it! Your characters were so accurate and the entire thing was written extremely well. And Jefferson being an asshole is my favorite thing ever! And the slow burn = perfect!
BWA! Thanks darling!! Jefferson is an asshole, and I love it. But feels are coming, this next chapter is my fav
Often when I say critical things about Gamergate—or more particularly, about Gamergate’s roots and the conduct of the man who whipped up the initial harassment squad that became Gamergate’s core—I will get a gator in my mentions sidling up to say something like, “Oh, and of course you think that Zoë Quinn is a perfect darling little angel who could do no wrong.” I don’t know what Zoë Quinn’s…
Most to least favorite suitors?? I love your blog and your reverse harem fic :)
Omg I’m like dying with happiness over here
Thank you! You’re so sweet, that really means a lot! Thanks for taking the time to read it all, and I’m so glad you enjoyed it!
As for favourite suitors, I don’t actually have a particular favourite since they’re all my babies, but I’ll list them in terms of just how much of a favourite they are :D
1 = most favourite, 9 = least favourite
1) Robert (babu tol painter 10/10 perfect mysterious darling) 2) Sid 3) Byron 4) Leo 5) Giles 6) Albert 7) Nico 8) Alyn 9) Louis (I still love him ofc, adorable ice sculpture sweetie)
Of course, I absolutely adore them all, but that’s probably the most accurate and closest thing I can give with favourites. Robert, Sid and Byron definitely hold a very special place in my heart, but the other boys are just as precious and important to me as well!