alexander:

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         ’ you think any fear could be inflicted on a soul such as mine, forged from IRON and TERROR itself, my dear? ’ still, tanned fingers flex and twitch, the still night falling upon them with an incomprehensible force ; the world itself stood still, the faint chill of fear dragging its claws across the notches of his spine. ’ shall you offer me your hand, betty? or shall i be forced to endure the night alone?

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          she had to hold back LAUGHTER—- because never has she seen her husband act this way before. she didn’t know whether or not he was kidding anymore, she just looked at him, and she stopped, turning to face alexander.       ❛ i feel as if it SHOULD be the other way around, man protecting woman from danger. though, we both know i usually don’t need to protection. ❜       her hand reached down, carefully interlacing their fingers together as she held on TIGHTLY. from his fear of sickness to storms, eliza has been there to protect him through it all; was he afraid of the DARK?       ❛ is this another one of your fears, my love? the dark? ❜       their son philip had that same fear, which is why he constantly tried to lay in bed with them.

 

"you will never find"

with pale and delicate skin, her beauty held no bounds. her heart was what everyone saw, her smile was what everyone wanted.

"anyone as"

indiependent and private elizabeth schuyler. penned by sydney.

"trusting or as kind"

DRAFTS: thirty plus.
STARTERS: twenty plus.
INBOX: ten plus.