Ye canna be too bold wi' me, lass.

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lady-o-ren
lady-o-ren

I was writing a one shot today but the more I wrote the more I realized it didn't make any sense 😑 But I kinda like the beginning of it. Kinda sorta. Enough to not want to trash it so here's the shortest scrap of nonsense.


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The bride paced anxiously in her windowless chambers, trampling over the ripped and scattered remains of a once delicate veil. 


She wore no wedding gown. Had fed it to the hearth fire where the gold silk threads and embroidered pearls ignited the stonewalls in a hellish glow. 


Better to be burned to ash, she weeped, wishing she too could be consumed by the flames.


Her betrothed is the notorious nobleman The Comte St. Germain. A man of exquisite elegance and roguish charm that many girls could only dream of marrying. If only they knew of the darkness that dwelled in his breast. 

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lorelaiigilmore
lorelaiigilmore

I’m a single mother, and I raised my daughter by myself, but once Luke Danes became my friend in this town, I never really felt alone. Luke and I have had our ups and downs over the years, but through it all, his relationship with my daughter, Rory, has never changed. He’s always been there for her, no matter what. He was there to celebrate her birthdays; he was there cheering her on at her high school graduation. Luke has been a sort of father figure in my daughter’s life.

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