Still not feeling so great. I tried everything.
I tried writing.
I tried RP-ing.
I tried talking about my biases.
I tried listening to Taeyang’s Eyes, Nose, Lips and This Isn’t It.
I tried listening to SHINee.
I tried listening to SNSD.
I tried listening to Girl’s Day.
I tried watching interviews with my favorite groups.
I tried reading.
I tried Solitair.
I tried watching a sad movie.
All of that and I still feel like I am going to break down. Maybe I will feel better tomorrow.
Hoping. Hoping. Hoping.
((using this profile to rp so i don’t overwhelm my followers ok?))
Valyrie had barely been paying attention. The click of the phone as it was put back in its place, footsteps as Shaw approached her, even his attempted comfort, was all just background noise. Ever since her arrival at the Brae estate, the girl had been nearly silent, barely ate, and rarely came down from her room. So when she was virtually dragged out of her chamber (which she discovered had been locked until she finished her dinner), it only made sense that something daunting was just around the corner.
The words wormed their way into Valyrie’s ear, to which she responded with a hoarse and ungraceful, “Huh?” Another uncomfortable silence ensued before she finally gathered up the pieces of what her betrothed had said. What bothered her the most, though, was the kindness with which he had said it, a kindness that had never before been expressed to her by him. “Where’d that come from…? What did they say, the person you were talking to?”
As the twenty year old placed his cloth napkin, which was a beautiful burgendy color, in his lap, he refused his maid’s offer of wine by holding his hand over the top of his wine glass. He smiled at the woman and said, “No thank you, Keiko. I will stick with water tonight.” Shaw was desperately trying to show Valyrie that he could be civil. That he wasn’t always an obnoxious and arrogant bastard as so many had called him over the years.
The male was a bit flustered by her questioning words. Even though he knew that he should tell her straight up about what his father had demanded, he couldn’t find the right words. So many ideas ran through his mind and so many ways to start the explaination danced on his tongue, but none of them seemed right. At this point, Shaw was getting upset with himself. Forcing his mouth to open, he began to tell his story. “I just spoke with my father,” he said with a slight grimace. “And…Valyrie I don’t think you want to hear this. Especially not now.”
Tom Hiddleston’s reactions to compliments and fans. [x]
Someone tell him he has a nice BULGE!!!!!
His face is like a mixture of flattery and stress lol
Oh he knows what he’s doing to his fan base.
Valyrie felt the gentle pressure of his hand on her back, torn between whether to shove it away or accept and appreciate it. She chose the latter.
"I-I’m s-sorry…" she wailed, trying desperately to stop the flow of tears. "This is n-no way for you to see me…" Wiping her hand across her face, she couldn’t bring herself to look at her future husband, instead focusing her gaze on her makeup-smeared hands. Eventually she steadied her breathing, but remained silent until she was dragged out by a pair of identical maids, who cleaned her up and re-applied her face.
She wasn’t seen again until later that evening, when dinner was to be served in the glorious dining hall. She sat at the side of the table, staring at the feast before her with dead eyes. Under normal circumstances, she would be poking fun at Shaw, stuffing her face with the delectable meal. But these were no normal circumstances, and she remained taciturn, untouched food sitting on her plate.
The boy with dirty blond hair spent the afternoon making phone calls, desperately trying to get his parents to cancle the wedding, or, in at the very least, postpone it by a few weeks if not months. However, his father had simply told him to get over it and to enjoy the married life before making a comment that made Shaw rather uncomfortable. Not just because of the words Mr. Brae had used, but the very idea.
Shaw and Valyrie were to produce an heir as soon as possible.
Not only did the twenty year old cringe at the idea of becoming a father so soon, but he also found himself wondering how on earth he was supposed to face his betrothed knowing that, if they done what was requested of them, there would be dire consequences. As he sat on his side of the table that night at dinner, his mind was running in circles. Marriage. Children. Everything was going much too quickly and it made him sick.
The silence that stood between them was unsettling. Shaw knew he should say something, especially about the phone call to hisfather, but he couldn’t find the words. “Valyrie…” he began, unsure of how to continue. Did he wait to tell her? Yes. He should. “I’m sorry we’re in this mess. I am trying to find a way to stop it, I promise, but just know that if I can’t…I-I…I’ll try to be the best husband I can.”
books are just dead tattoed trees
That’s metal as fuck
Mun’s current emotion:
Really crappy day. Just really crappy.
Gonna go lie in bed and either watch a movie or another episode of Cheongdam-Dong Alice.