TheQueenOScotts's profile picture. You and I both know the stakes. And if you want to play a game of distance, let me show you how its done #Reign

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You and I both know the stakes. And if you want to play a game of distance, let me show you how its done #Reign

@FallaciaGravedo //Replies will come! Sorry^^ I've been a bit busy.


@FallaciaGravedo -every thought, rasping and grating at what was left inside.


@FallaciaGravedo -they presented themselves in front of her, and each of them fell to the ground in a heap of shards that was her-


@FallaciaGravedo Her mind was fueled on many things that brought her fright when she closed her eyes to go to sleep at night. One by one,-


@FallaciaGravedo -his direction are taken before she collapses against his chest, anxiety pulling her under into some forgone sleep she-


@FallaciaGravedo "I can't breathe-" she mutters, eyes fluttering scarily as she presses a hand to her stomach. A few singular steps in-


@FallaciaGravedo -"N-No...- I cannot- and will not- not, Francis.. I'm /begging/ you.."


@FallaciaGravedo -from under her chin, wher she harbors frayed screams she fears will cease to stop if she ever lets them go. -


@FallaciaGravedo Mary shakes her head in distinct denial, her forfeiture of politeness leading to a wretched "no" shuddering its way out-


@FallaciaGravedo -wrapped around her svelte frame in the calloused hope of retaining her character to at least it's outer form.


@FallaciaGravedo "/You/ will give me my due space, Francis.- Or so help me, I shall take it." Her voice was shrill and frightened, arms -


@FallaciaGravedo -shrinks back just a little, all within the space of polite discreetness. "What is it that you wish to speak of?"


@FallaciaGravedo Once her dainty fingers come into contact with the sleeve of his garments, it hits her like a ton of bricks and she -


@FallaciaGravedo -quiver into soft words. She follows her husband nonetheless, offering him her arm with a dismissive sigh.


@FallaciaGravedo "I am not a /thing/, Francis, one does not /borrow/ me." A perpetual frown is engraved upon plump, pastel pink lips that-


@FallaciaGravedo //Replies in ten! I need to read up on reign!


@LadyLolaES -of someone very Lola-like to have created this work of tales she would be noting upon this instant.


@LadyLolaES -the culprit, leaving a neat letter is already long gone. Though probing eyes and a calloused smile gleam to the conclusion-


@LadyLolaES -it's wooden hinges. Of course, by the time she arrives in floating tones of gold and brass strapped to her chest,-


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