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Post by liz on Jan 5, 2017 10:17:08 GMT -5
Smiling, she gently kissed him again and said, "Let's." Still close to him, she took the time to admire him, his dark curling hair a bit messy from her roaming hands, his soft brown eyes watching her gently as she smiled, her green eyes bright with happiness. Her own hair was a mess, having now completely fallen out of the updo her youngest sister had done. Realizing she couldn't stop smiling, she let out a soft chuckle.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 5, 2017 10:18:14 GMT -5
[Oh no!] Severin raised his eyebrows, looking shocked, but only said "Wie ich schon sagte, Freund, seien Sie vorsichtig" (as I said, friend, be careful) in a low and dangerous voice before walking away. Then it was Irene's turn to swear under her breath "Mr Falkenrath seems to have made him angry. You definitely have to abort mission now, you have no chance. He's going to inform on you" Ethan bit his lip "What if I get Mr Falkenrath out of here but continue my mission?" "You could, but where would you go?" Irene asked "I don't know" Sebastian just stood there for a moment, blinking rapidly at where his neighbor had been moments earlier. The bags in his hands had seemed so much heavier now, and just before he did finally turn away to bolt back into the safety of his house he shivered as he saw a Nazi soldier give him a very strange and odd look, accompanied by furrowed eyebrows. Sebastian had well, f/cked up for sure this time. And he damn well knew that that weird look from that goddamn Nazi meant he was going right onto the suspicious list. And that, as you could tell, was a thing to definitely worry about, and get angry at yourself over because that could - no, will - mean a hell of a lot of trouble.
Sebastian slammed the door behind him as he entered, trying his absolute best to contain his welling rage over himself but failing as he stomped across the ground, his long and shaggy black hair falling out of the confines of his cap as he threw his groceries onto the table, nearly knocking it over as he grabbed for the hair at his temples, pulling it down very harshly. "Sch*iße!" (Sh/t!) He damn well nearly screamed, kicking at the table as he threw off his jacket, his breathing rough and hard as his widened amber eyes stared at seemingly nothing in particular with absolute horror. One thing echoed through his scared mind as he began to swear in every language he knew, and loudly, and that was, well, Du Bist so gut Wie Tot.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 10:20:15 GMT -5
"I like your hair down" Isaac smiled, smoothing down her messy hair "It brings out the colour of your eyes more"
It was true- she had beautiful green eyes, and when her hair was down in framed them beautifully and caught the colour
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 10:33:10 GMT -5
Ethan got up as soon as Sebastian came in, waiting for the man to be done with swearing before he began to speak "I don't have time for you to ask how I know what just happened, but you need to pack up some bags. I will too, and then we need to get the hell out of here. I'm sorry it's happened, but neither of us have the time for sympathy. Pack some bags, now. I need to get you out of the country."
Ethan was already gathering his own things together, and trying to make sure there was no trace of his having ever been there. Irene was jabbering in his ear, no many how many times he told her to shut up - the woman was panicking as much as he wanted to, which wasn't extremely helpful at a moment in time when Ethan was trying to stay professional, and keep a level head.
"Oh," he called out to the other man "you might want to change as well. And check in my suitcase, I might have some things you can use as a disguise. I don't need to do that because nobody's seen me but you're definitely going to need to disguise yourself"
Luckily he was prepared for most eventualities, and had fake passports for the both of them in his suitcase in case they needed to make a quick escape.
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 5, 2017 10:59:05 GMT -5
Ethan got up as soon as Sebastian came in, waiting for the man to be done with swearing before he began to speak "I don't have time for you to ask how I know what just happened, but you need to pack up some bags. I will too, and then we need to get the hell out of here. I'm sorry it's happened, but neither of us have the time for sympathy. Pack some bags, now. I need to get you out of the country." Ethan was already gathering his own things together, and trying to make sure there was no trace of his having ever been there. Irene was jabbering in his ear, no many how many times he told her to shut up - the woman was panicking as much as he wanted to, which wasn't extremely helpful at a moment in time when Ethan was trying to stay professional, and keep a level head. "Oh," he called out to the other man "you might want to change as well. And check in my suitcase, I might have some things you can use as a disguise. I don't need to do that because nobody's seen me but you're definitely going to need to disguise yourself" Luckily he was prepared for most eventualities, and had fake passports for the both of them in his suitcase in case they needed to make a quick escape. Sebastian stopped, letting out a long growl as he stared long and hard into Ethan's eyes. "Weißt du was, Sie verursacht all dies! Sie löste meine unaufhörliche Paranoia und haben mir so viel Stress verursachen, und jetzt habe ich das Land wegen dir zu fliehen! Ich wäre vielleicht ganz gut, wenn Sie in erster Linie nie hierher gekommen!" (You know what, you caused all this! You triggered my incessant paranoia and have cause me so much stress, and now I have to flee the country because of you! Maybe I'd be just fine if you never came here in the first place!) Sebastian yelled, not caring if he was supposed to speak English around the spy. "Verdammt nutzlos Stück Sch*iße Amerikaner-" (Goddamn useless piece of sh/t Americans-) Sebastian began to mutter under his breath, still gripping wildly at his hair as he once again kicked at the table. He was angry, rageful even, at both himself and the spy. And maybe a little bit at the U.S. and their Allied forces.
(quick and left off at a weird point, at school rn)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 11:08:48 GMT -5
"Hey!" Ethan turned to him, suddenly angry "You knew exactly what you were getting into. You're the one who took me in, we didn't force you. And we both know I had nothing to do with what happened out there, so you can get that idea out of your head right now. I'm not blaming you, but it certain,y wasny my fsult. Now you can either carry on like this, in which case I don't have a problem leaving you here and letting them do what they want with you, or you can accept my help and then we'll both have a chance of getting out of this alive. I don't want to end today with a bullet in my head, and I'd wager you don't either. So how about you shut up and let me do my job?"
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Post by liz on Jan 5, 2017 11:27:18 GMT -5
Laughing, she said softly, "I'll keep that in mind Isaac." Leaning into him, she began to speak when the clock tower began to toll. Her green eyes widened in surprise and she exclaimed, "Oh my goodness! I have to go back, my mother will murder me if she finds out I left!"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 11:38:55 GMT -5
"And I'd better get back, too" Isaac smiled "the revolution awaits"
Isaac let go of her hands, looking out to the sky. The sun had already set.
(Sorry it's shorter than usual x want to skip to something else? Maybe she comes to the riverbank one day and he's there?)
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Post by liz on Jan 5, 2017 11:46:04 GMT -5
Sure!)
Slowly dismounting her own horse, Eleanor approached the man staring out at the river, trying to be as quiet as possible. She had hoped her arrival would come as a surprise to Isaac Peake, she hadn't seen or spoken to him in over two weeks and she had missed him dearly. Wearing riding clothes and her hair down she was much more comfortable and carefree. Having snuck away during her normal riding hours, she wouldn't be expected home for a while. For a few moments, she simply stood behind him, curious as to what he was thinking about.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 11:52:38 GMT -5
The British would be in Virginia, and their next target would be Yorktown. Isaac was going to be needed down there, he'd been told. And he would finally get his chance to actually lead some troops. But he would be departing from New York before dawn the next morning, and he'd come to the riverbank to think. To think about how he wished he could see Eleanor before he went down there.
That was when he felt a gaze on his back, and he turned to see Eleanor there, his face, which had previously held a troubled expression, breaking out into a grin.
"Eleanor!" He said, rushing towards her "I'm so happy to see you"
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Post by liz on Jan 5, 2017 12:12:25 GMT -5
Running into his arms, she hugged him tightly and said, "Isaac! How are you?" Having noticed his solemn expression, although it had been there only a second before his beautiful smile appeared, she worried deeply for the man.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 12:19:42 GMT -5
"Uh, in some ways good, in others bad" Isaac admitted "I've finally been given a little bit more responsibility. I've been entrusted with a command, the only problem is that it's all the way in Virginia. I've been officially called into action, I'm not messing around with letters anymore. But, yeah, I'm going to Yorktown"
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Post by liz on Jan 5, 2017 12:48:55 GMT -5
"Yorktown?" She asked, her voice coming out much softer than she had intended. Shaking her head, she attempted to hide her sudden worry for Isaac and tried to smile. At least while he was writing letters he was safe, but leading his own battalion? He wasn't sure to be killed. She'd have to make the most of whatever time he had left in New York. "Well, I guess a congratulations is in order! When do you leave?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 12:57:14 GMT -5
"I leave at dawn" he replied softly "And thank you for your congratulations, I'm only sorry that I didn't tell you before, but I didn't find out until today. I promise I'll write you every day while I'm down there, then you can know I'm okay. But that's all I can do"
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Post by liz on Jan 5, 2017 13:01:05 GMT -5
Stepping back, Eleanor nodded softly, her eyes avoiding his. "Of course, of course and I'll be sure to write back." While Isaac had a brilliant mind, she found it rather idiotic to want to die on the battle field rather than stay safe. To each their own, she thought. Her voice cracking, she turned to leave as she said, "Well I should leave you be on your last day then, I'm glad I caught you before your departure."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 13:14:00 GMT -5
The way Eleanor's voice had cracked as she turned away broke Isaac's heart a little, and he reached out, grabbing her hand before she could leave
"Stay!" He said "I want you to stay with me. And please, please don't cry, Eleanor. I promise I'll stay safe. How rude I would be to die when I have you to come back to! But Yorktown could be the decider of the war, and I could play a part in it."
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 5, 2017 14:07:24 GMT -5
( there's some kind of conflict between Em's parents regarding Adele, maybe we could do something with that? )
Emeline didn't stifle her scoff. Unlike Adele, she had nothing to fear from bringing her parents into question or even insulting them. As long as she kept it to a minimum around important guests, they'd stopped mentioning it. Adele might qualify as an important guest, but since she was of no import to James, she doubted her father would do anything, even if he did somehow hear word of this conversation.
"It's my mother you should be directing your gratitude towards," she said, taking a turn. "My father would have put you in the servants' quarters without a second thought. But my mother always was the diplomat, and she thought it would look better to keep you nearby. Show your people, and your parents, that we're not trying to hurt you. She doesn't like the wars, you know." She didn't bother sugarcoating her words. If Adele wanted to survive at court, she'd need to know who was likely to back her in a conflict and who would be all too happy to pull the rug from under her. "It's a good thing father loves her, he only listens to her because he likes to see her happy. He has no obligations or anything. Still, I suspect he'd be doing a lot worse for himself if he didn't."
It was easy to tell just by speaking to the queen that she had not been raised here. Unlike the king, who'd spent his youth learning how to go to war and conquer land, she'd been raised in a now claimed kingdom to the east. She'd been educated as a diplomat and it showed in her opinions, constantly opposing the King's. She was not the daughter of a land constantly at war, but one from a relatively peaceful kingdom.
By contrast, James and both his children had grown up in a castle built on war. Even Emeline, who'd never see a battlefield, knew how to win a battle and when to lose one. Strategy ran in their blood, and James was more extreme than his father, or even his grandfather who'd started this during his brief reign. As a result, all three of them were far more accepting of war than the queen ever would be. But James' ways were good for taking land, Alessia's for keeping it. They made a good team, if nothing else.
Emeline forced herself to break a smile. "But I don't think my father cares much, so don't let that scare you. He won't hurt you for the sake of it, he knows that's foolish." Little comfort, but the truth. She sighed, then shook herself off. "Sorry to be such a downer," she apologiesed. "Just thought you might like to know where they both stand."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 14:19:52 GMT -5
"No, don't apologise," Adele replied "it's important that I know these things. I guess I just need to hope that my parents don't do anything rash, though once my little sister comes of age and they can marry her off they very well might decide its okay to step out of line"
Her parents had been trying to marry Adele off for years, of course, but without any success - the war had broken out before they could get very far and Adele's marriage had become less of priority. But Matilda was ten now, and she would be coming of age within years. They'd have their eye on potential husbands already. That placed Adele in a less than favourable situation - daughters were not particularly valued and once they had married off one they might very well decide it was worth sacrificing Adele to try and get control of their kingdom back, especially since once Matilda was married off she wouldn't be killed if their rebellion failed.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 14:21:04 GMT -5
(OMG that was so short I'm so sorry but I'm on a tablet and I gotta poof
Also, conflict with the parents sounds good)
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 5, 2017 14:41:38 GMT -5
( nah, you're fine! alright, I'll take some time to think about it and see what I could come up with. )
Emeline smiled, relieved, and nodded. "Alright, good. I'll let you know what I can, then. I don't want you to come to harm, and especially not because of something I could have prevented." She gave the other a warm smile, before taking a final turn into the largest wing in the castle.
Even the corridors in this part of the castle were lavish. Only the corridor leading up to the throne room outdid them, and that was before they'd even stepped into the rooms. Emeline pointed them out as they walked. Most were empty, but down at the far end of the corridor, at least three were occupied. "This one's mine, this one is Leopold's, and these two lead to mother and father's chambers. The rooms beyond this door have been prepared for you," she gestured to a door slightly smaller than the four she'd already pointed out. "I suppose you can request another if you'd like, but it might be a few days to get that in order for you." It would be terribly rude to request another, but James was far too busy to give it any mind at the moment, so Emeline didn't mention that. Adele must know, anyway. And the offer of another room was always made, a sign of hospitality that should always be declined.
With that, she pushed the door open to reveal a bedroom fit for a princess. That was what it had to be, no? Just as wonderfully decorated as any other room, it was filled with rich fabrics and heavy furnishings. It wasn't warm and inviting, but Adele would have time to change that. It was royal, though, and just as impressive as the castle itself. "There's a study through there, and a washroom beside it. No balcony, I'm afraid, mother supposed you'd prefer that to guards watching you sleep. There are windows, though, and you can open those if you'd like."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 15:11:51 GMT -5
(Thanks x I'm still super poofy Also, maybe they disagree on whether they should let Adele and Emeline hang out together?)
"Uh, no, thank you. I'm sure I won't be requiring a different room - this one seems just wonderful." Adele had replied at the prospect of being offered a different room. She was aware that it was incredibly rude to ask for a different room, and she felt it would be particularly inappropriate in this situation. Besides, the woman didn't have any problems with the room she had been offered anyway, so it didn't actually matter.
As she looked around the hallway before going into the room, she couldn't help but appreciate how lavish and opulent everything was. She'd thought her home had been impressive, but compared to this place it was positively mediocre. She supposed she should have expected that, considering how much the kingdom had grown over recent years - they now had the money and power to be able to have a home like this, and they were clearly trying to show off their power.
When they went into the room, she placed the books down on her bed for the moment - she'd move them into the study later "Ah, right, yes. Thank you. And no, of course I don't mind not having a balcony. I never had one at home anyway - my little sister claimed the rooms with a balcony for her own"
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 5, 2017 15:21:47 GMT -5
"Hey!" Ethan turned to him, suddenly angry "You knew exactly what you were getting into. You're the one who took me in, we didn't force you. And we both know I had nothing to do with what happened out there, so you can get that idea out of your head right now. I'm not blaming you, but it certainly wasn't my fault. Now you can either carry on like this, in which case I don't have a problem leaving you here and letting them do what they want with you, or you can accept my help and then we'll both have a chance of getting out of this alive. I don't want to end today with a bullet in my head, and I'd wager you don't either. So how about you shut up and let me do my job?" (i like how there's a sweet romance going on in this thread but then it's broken up by two charries screaming at each other xD idk i found that funny)
(btw what timezone are you in? you're on at the weirdest times of the morning for me...)
"Genau! Ich habe es getan! Ich weiß nicht warum, aber ich war einverstanden, dazu! Und Sie alle Menschen sollten wissen, dass die Zustimmung zu etwas und dann tatsächlich mit einem verdammt britischer Spion in Ihrem Haus zwei sehr verschiedene Dinge sind!" (Exactly! I did it! I don't know why, but I did agree to this! And you of all people should know that agreeing to something and then actually having a f/cking British spy in your house are two very, very different things!) Sebastian yelled back, with equally enough anger to match Ethan's own. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was too afraid, too angry. Normally he would've just stayed quiet and let the anger duke it out in his mind, which wasn't that much better to be honest, but at least he wasn't screaming at something that could easily just leave him behind and he'd well, get killed by the party he hated most.
He didn't respond to the last of what the spy had said, his long fingers balling up into tight fists and shook with anger. He was absolutely blinded by the emotion, he didn't know what he was doing (which by now was quite possibly digging his own grave), he didn't know what he was getting himself into here, but he knew that he's held these emotions tucked inside the farthest points of his mind for too long now. He's wanted to speak out against the Nazis, he's wanted to voice his anger and his sadness, he's wanted to do so many things but forever cowers in fear because once he utters his first word against Hitler outside his humble home, he's as dead as the others who have before him.
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Post by 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘯 on Jan 5, 2017 15:29:30 GMT -5
( ahhhhh yes, that works really well! let's go with that. )
After casting Adele a quick glance, Emeline set her books down beside the others, her arms sighing as the weight was lifted off them. She'd collect them again when she left, but she wasn't sure wanted to yet. She'd enjoyed their conversation so far, and she certainly wouldn't be opposed to continuing it.
"I always wanted a little sister," she commented with a smile. "I didn't like being the baby." She sighed. Now, of course, she wasn't sure the idea was quite as tempting. She liked her family as it was. They were aggressive and loud, with the exception of Alessia of course but she'd never been a Lancaster, no matter what her name was. When all of them were assembled, the air was alive with rage or excitement, mostly from James and Leopold but also from Emeline. She'd be lying if she claimed anything else. Still, she loved them dearly. She didn't need a sister, and the idea of another person to look after wasn't interesting in the least.
"What is she like, your sister? If you don't mind my asking, of course." She understood it could be a sensitive subject, this close to their separation, but it might also be something Adele would enjoy talking about. She didn't know her well enough to say. There was only one way to find out.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 15:55:30 GMT -5
"Hey!" Ethan turned to him, suddenly angry "You knew exactly what you were getting into. You're the one who took me in, we didn't force you. And we both know I had nothing to do with what happened out there, so you can get that idea out of your head right now. I'm not blaming you, but it certainly wasn't my fault. Now you can either carry on like this, in which case I don't have a problem leaving you here and letting them do what they want with you, or you can accept my help and then we'll both have a chance of getting out of this alive. I don't want to end today with a bullet in my head, and I'd wager you don't either. So how about you shut up and let me do my job?" (i like how there's a sweet romance going on in this thread but then it's broken up by two charries screaming at each other xD idk i found that funny)
(btw what timezone are you in? you're on at the weirdest times of the morning for me...)
"Genau! Ich habe es getan! Ich weiß nicht warum, aber ich war einverstanden, dazu! Und Sie alle Menschen sollten wissen, dass die Zustimmung zu etwas und dann tatsächlich mit einem verdammt britischer Spion in Ihrem Haus zwei sehr verschiedene Dinge sind!" (Exactly! I did it! I don't know why, but I did agree to this! And you of all people should know that agreeing to something and then actually having a f/cking British spy in your house are two very, very different things!) Sebastian yelled back, with equally enough anger to match Ethan's own. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was too afraid, too angry. Normally he would've just stayed quiet and let the anger duke it out in his mind, which wasn't that much better to be honest, but at least he wasn't screaming at something that could easily just leave him behind and he'd well, get killed by the party he hated most.
He didn't respond to the last of what the spy had said, his long fingers balling up into tight fists and shook with anger. He was absolutely blinded by the emotion, he didn't know what he was doing (which by now was quite possibly digging his own grave), he didn't know what he was getting himself into here, but he knew that he's held these emotions tucked inside the farthest points of his mind for too long now. He's wanted to speak out against the Nazis, he's wanted to voice his anger and his sadness, he's wanted to do so many things but forever cowers in fear because once he utters his first word against Hitler outside his humble home, he's as dead as the others who have before him. (No, I totally agree, it's hilarious And I'm British, so I'm GMT) Ethan rolled his eyes "Yes, of course I know! But it isn't my problem, you can't blame me for you regretting your decisions. I'm trying to save both of our lives. Just accept that what's done is done and get moving so we can get out of he-" His words were interrupted by a banging at the door, and he swore under his breath. He grabbed his coat, breaking the stitches of the hidden pocket as he pulled out a tiny pill, keeping it hidden in the palms of his hands. "There isn't time. You get out first, climb out the back. I'll hold them off and then follow if I can. If I haven't joined you in the next thirty seconds, just go, and don't bother coming back. And take this" He slipped the earpiece out of his ear and threw it in the direction of the other man. "Irene will tell you what to do if I don't come out. Just get the hell out of here." The knocking was getting more intense, and Ethan swallowed, showing fear for the first time since he'd come. What if the cyanide pill in his hands was a dud? What if he ended up being tortured? That was so much worse than anything he could have imagined.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 16:09:39 GMT -5
( ahhhhh yes, that works really well! let's go with that. )
After casting Adele a quick glance, Emeline set her books down beside the others, her arms sighing as the weight was lifted off them. She'd collect them again when she left, but she wasn't sure wanted to yet. She'd enjoyed their conversation so far, and she certainly wouldn't be opposed to continuing it.
"I always wanted a little sister," she commented with a smile. "I didn't like being the baby." She sighed. Now, of course, she wasn't sure the idea was quite as tempting. She liked her family as it was. They were aggressive and loud, with the exception of Alessia of course but she'd never been a Lancaster, no matter what her name was. When all of them were assembled, the air was alive with rage or excitement, mostly from James and Leopold but also from Emeline. She'd be lying if she claimed anything else. Still, she loved them dearly. She didn't need a sister, and the idea of another person to look after wasn't interesting in the least.
"What is she like, your sister? If you don't mind my asking, of course." She understood it could be a sensitive subject, this close to their separation, but it might also be something Adele would enjoy talking about. She didn't know her well enough to say. There was only one way to find out. "My sister?" Adele asked, blinking in surprise "Well, her name is Matilda, and she's ten. She's very sweet, and gentle, and quiet, though she's completely the opposite with me, when she knows she won't get into any trouble. She knows I dote on her and she likes to use it to get things - she's smart like that. I don't know. She's just very sweet, she's a lovely kid, really. She looks up to me, too, and she gets upset if people even say a word against me. She was my number one defender in every argument against my parents, and she liked to spend time with me whenever she could" She swallowed. It brought her comfort to talk about her sister, of course, but at the same time it was a little bit hard. She knew her leaving had hit her little sister hard, and in all honesty she would feel much more comfortable if she didn't think about the way her sister had cried. Before she could, do show any signs of upset she smiled. "What about your brother, tell me about him. I don't have any brothers."
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Post by John 3:16 on Jan 5, 2017 16:34:33 GMT -5
(i like how there's a sweet romance going on in this thread but then it's broken up by two charries screaming at each other xD idk i found that funny)
(btw what timezone are you in? you're on at the weirdest times of the morning for me...)
"Genau! Ich habe es getan! Ich weiß nicht warum, aber ich war einverstanden, dazu! Und Sie alle Menschen sollten wissen, dass die Zustimmung zu etwas und dann tatsächlich mit einem verdammt britischer Spion in Ihrem Haus zwei sehr verschiedene Dinge sind!" (Exactly! I did it! I don't know why, but I did agree to this! And you of all people should know that agreeing to something and then actually having a f/cking British spy in your house are two very, very different things!) Sebastian yelled back, with equally enough anger to match Ethan's own. He wasn't thinking clearly, he was too afraid, too angry. Normally he would've just stayed quiet and let the anger duke it out in his mind, which wasn't that much better to be honest, but at least he wasn't screaming at something that could easily just leave him behind and he'd well, get killed by the party he hated most.
He didn't respond to the last of what the spy had said, his long fingers balling up into tight fists and shook with anger. He was absolutely blinded by the emotion, he didn't know what he was doing (which by now was quite possibly digging his own grave), he didn't know what he was getting himself into here, but he knew that he's held these emotions tucked inside the farthest points of his mind for too long now. He's wanted to speak out against the Nazis, he's wanted to voice his anger and his sadness, he's wanted to do so many things but forever cowers in fear because once he utters his first word against Hitler outside his humble home, he's as dead as the others who have before him. (No, I totally agree, it's hilarious And I'm British, so I'm GMT) Ethan rolled his eyes "Yes, of course I know! But it isn't my problem, you can't blame me for you regretting your decisions. I'm trying to save both of our lives. Just accept that what's done is done and get moving so we can get out of he-" His words were interrupted by a banging at the door, and he swore under his breath. He grabbed his coat, breaking the stitches of the hidden pocket as he pulled out a tiny pill, keeping it hidden in the palms of his hands. "There isn't time. You get out first, climb out the back. I'll hold them off and then follow if I can. If I haven't joined you in the next thirty seconds, just go, and don't bother coming back. And take this" He slipped the earpiece out of his ear and threw it in the direction of the other man. "Irene will tell you what to do if I don't come out. Just get the hell out of here." The knocking was getting more intense, and Ethan swallowed, showing fear for the first time since he'd come. What if the cyanide pill in his hands was a dud? What if he ended up being tortured? That was so much worse than anything he could have imagined. (oh hello from across the pond i'm in pst (washingtonian))
Sebastian was about to fire back but his eyes widened in absolute horror as the knock seemed to resonate through his mind. They were here. Maybe he shouldn't have yelled. Maybe he should have stayed submissive and just did as he was told. Maybe he shouldn't have gone out to the store, or at least he should have gone a seperate way. If he wasn't snappy he could have so easily avoided this situation it was... stupid to think about. He had gotten lost in his thoughts as his fingers wrapped around the earpiece, shoving it into his ear as he cast a sorrowful look at Ethan before running down the hall.
"Hallo?"(Hello?) He whispered into the earpiece as he shut the door behind him to his room, grabbing for his suitcase and packing everything he can into it. His ears were pricked for any response to what he had said as he packed most of his things. God, what had he gotten himself into?
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Post by liz on Jan 5, 2017 16:37:42 GMT -5
The way Eleanor's voice had cracked as she turned away broke Isaac's heart a little, and he reached out, grabbing her hand before she could leave "Stay!" He said "I want you to stay with me. And please, please don't cry, Eleanor. I promise I'll stay safe. How rude I would be to die when I have you to come back to! But Yorktown could be the decider of the war, and I could play a part in it." Her eyes watering, she fell into his chest and whimpered, "If you die Isaac Peake I'll kill you." Gripping his coat, she held him close, breathing in his scent as she said softly, "What can I do to convince you to stay?"
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 16:50:00 GMT -5
(AH, now the time difference makes sense)
"Hello, Mr Falkenrath" a voice came through the earpiece "I'm Irene, Ethan's surveillance support. I'm going to need you to leave the house. Wait thirty seconds for Ethan. If he doesn't follow, go back inside. If you go in there and find Ethan's dead body, check him for cause of death. If it's a bullet, chances are he has a pill on him somewhere. If you find the pill, put it in your pocket. It's cyanide. Ethan might end up taking it - spies often take it for a quick death when they don't want interrogation. It might come in useful later if he hasn't taken it, as it's dissolvable in water and is a very effective poison. If Ethan's not there, he's been captured. If you don't see him, wait and go to somewhere safe. Tell me your location and I'll put surveillance on you and keep you safe. And I'll get a fake passport set up for you and you'll b"e out of the country nice and quickly.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 5, 2017 16:52:27 GMT -5
The way Eleanor's voice had cracked as she turned away broke Isaac's heart a little, and he reached out, grabbing her hand before she could leave "Stay!" He said "I want you to stay with me. And please, please don't cry, Eleanor. I promise I'll stay safe. How rude I would be to die when I have you to come back to! But Yorktown could be the decider of the war, and I could play a part in it." Her eyes watering, she fell into his chest and whimpered, "If you die Isaac Peake I'll kill you." Gripping his coat, she held him close, breathing in his scent as she said softly, "What can I do to convince you to stay?" "If I die you'll kill me?" Isaac teased, raising an eyebrow, before becoming serious again "I'm sorry, Eleanor, there's nothing either of us can do. Orders are orders, I can't disobey them. But I promise I want to stay. I would take staying over anything right now"
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Post by ωιℓ∂ cнιℓ∂ on Jan 5, 2017 17:01:03 GMT -5
Eliza, after a day of entertaining the king, was more than ready to head back to her rooms early and relax for the evening. It wasn't so physically taxing, of course, but when the smallest of slip ups in conversation, so much as using an incorrect title or even a wobble in tone, could mean you execution, it was tiring in its own way. She was thankful for every day she got it right, every day she survived. Not many ladies-in-waiting survived very long once they got Henry's attention. One of his previous queens, who had only been nineteen, was dead within the year. As she entered a room, she saw the maid from earlier, who was tidying her room. "Oh, I'm sorry," Eliza said "I know I'm not usually back this early. I can come back later if I'm disturbing you or anything" Agnes turned as the door opened, candle still in hand she smiled as the lady-in-waiting entered her room. "Oh, no, please don't worry about it miss, I was almost done." She said with a grin. She turned to the fireplace and replaced the candle on the mantle, pausing to watch the fire crackle for just a second or two.
"I hope I'm not being too terribly forward in saying this but the dance you and the rest of the ladies-in-waiting did during the meal was beautiful." Agnes said, turning back towards the rest of the room and the lady-in-waiting with a small smile, picking up the bucket of soapy water she had brought with her. She glanced around and made a mental list of all that she still had to do. Nothing except the chamber pot and any laundry that she had but that wasn't necessarily a priority.
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