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vancilocs · 5 months

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35-45 for vasilis and an ex bank robber of your choice?

just had tortillas for dinner

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

Staying home and letting Konoe do the diplomatic things, you don't need me I'll arrange the bookshelf or something. Unguilty about when he does show up and is a head taller than anyone (except Dusko so they can make rage-filled eye contact) and shiny and sparkly and intimidating. Hell yeah

Kirkland kinda feels guilty about any pleasure, main one is laying down instead of doing chores. The garden can be weeded later. Unguilty about making his wife lay down instead so he can do the chores when he has the energy

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Excellent swordsman, does gear maintenance, can braid hair, doesn't sing but hums.

He's a good carpenter and a decent cook, he enjoys both of those. Doesn't sing, whistles when happy.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

Reads a lot of books about royal lineages, religion, and history of buildings, he likes to be prepared for smalltalk. Not particularly fast nor slow. Hasn't read fiction since he was a child. Konoe reads him poetry and it makes him flustered.

Not big on reading, not slow at it either. Likes poetry but won't admit it.

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had?

He's blunt and to the point, so having a husband who not only remembers everything he's told and has a true photographic memory, but is able to spin any conversation going his way. Vasili doesn't know how he can be so wily. Just a general boost to charisma would be nice.

He rarely looks at other people like that, does admire his wife a lot, mainly for being so open-minded that she was the only one not scared of the weirdo alien moving into their small town and went to say hi.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

Not a fan of writing letters but sometimes he has to.

Extremely hard to get in touch with as he is not on any social medias, but Rory sometimes texts him and he may or may not respond.

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

A coffee addict, but also naturally fairly alert. Age has slowed him down a bit though, he is in his 60's after all

Enjoys coffee and energy drinks but he's had to cut them down because they don't mesh well with his medication. Is a sleepy guy otherwise, loves an afternoon nap

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

He likes men, mainly smart men, but looks aren't an issue. Likes anyone who's well put together and smart and engaging. Needs more reassurance than you'd think.

He doesn't like to label himself, but I guess would fall under pan, romance is a very low priority in his life (or was, he's married now and adores his wife), honestly just anyone who's kind to him could be his type. Needs space and understanding, will reward that patience with affection when he's ready

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

Just live his life out while being the best support to his husband and the best representative to their kingdom as he can. If he needs to die for that then so be it, those porcelain guys have never been known for putting themselves first. He doesn't need to die tho he's fine

Goal is to just get from one day to another, do little carpentry projects, keep wife happy. Used to want revenge on Vikas but now he can't be bothered

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

He's fairly religious in whatever religion they have that I haven't invented yet. Keeps it close to his chest however and will not comment on others. Not a fan of the dragon god of war's minions though

Used to be a loud atheist, now just an atheist who doesn't care about what others think. Likes to learn about his wife's religion

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most?

Likes spring and fall, not too hot, not too cold, leaves and flowers look pretty. Can handle cold well, bitches when it gets too hot while Konoe is the opposite

He grew up in Antarctica, the only time he will go back into the cold is when he's on a slab at the morgue. Hence why he opted to move to Nedia because it's warm year round. Doesn't like when it's too humid though, but knows that it's what his wife likes the most so he's quiet and just takes a shower if he sweats too much.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

Largely depends. His family has completely disowned him and even took away his surname when it came out he was sleeping with Konoe, but the people of the kingdom have grown to like him. Sure he's not as popular as Konoe or his mother but he's very respected after the initial shock and horror wore off (younger generations just think he's cool). He has gotten over his disownment and while he likes a bit of reassurance now and again, like in regards to his missing eye, he's doing well.

Where he lives now locals have kinda gotten used to him, they think he's a quiet weirdo but honestly harmless. And he helps with carpentry and fixes crooked doors when asked so he's a good guy in their books. His family is sad abt where he ended up and his former robber friends feel bad for him too but oh well hope he's still alive

#vasili thought with his dick and it backfired for a second #then konoe went :3 and threatened to destroy the kingdom unless he got to marry vasili #and it ended up okay #long oc thing #everyone in the small town was like omfg whos that human weirdo #and this one woman made a casserole and brought it to him like welcome to the neighbourhood #and then they got married. the end

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herblacktights · 5 months

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Hi! Do you feel comfortable sharing your degenerate tumblr on here? I just ask because I will devour anything you write.

"degausser" and "little beast" rewrote my brain when I read them last year - I haven't been able to stop thinking about either. You have such a way with words. I really admire how you build the world around the characters you write, & how you can feel the emotion dripping off of the words. Also the tips you posted on Twitter for writing smut were super useful!

When it comes for building up tension and sexual dynamics between two characters like Eren and Mikasa, what do you do?

if you don't mind messaging me off anon, i'll gladly give you my degenerate tumblr (this goes for anyone who doesn't have it yet). mostly just want to make sure everyone who ends up there wants to be there. :) it is just very dead dove forward lmao.

thank you so much for your kind words about my fics and also for your question. part of the reason i got into eremika at first is bc they were similar to two characters i've been fucking around with in my original writing and it felt like a good place to work through some of those ideas. and now after writing them for like two years, i have a pretty intuitive understanding of how they might react to situations that make it easier to write! but that really comes with practice and finding relationships that make your brain go brrrr. like i know deep in my soul that no matter what, found family fuckery is a playground that i am very comfortable on.

tbh i think most writers have relationships like this that they keep circling back to again and again. and that sometimes we can feel like this is a weakness in our writing. but the things that we keep coming back to fascinate us for good reason! and by letting myself write a bunch of different versions of a dynamic, i've been able to develop the intuitive understanding that has made me way faster at writing. all's this to say, if you find yourself attracted to writing similar things over and over again, it isn't a bad thing and actually can be an opportunity to really grow your craft.

as for developing tension, i really like to focus on details and what characters are noticing. because when you're into someone, you're probably paying attention to their body and their body language in unconscious and conscious ways. within this, i also like to think about what the non-pov character might be noticing or thinking about as well and try to find a way to telegraph that to the reader through the pov character's observations. it can be hard to feel like you know what your non-pov character is thinking as well as your pov character, so sometimes i do free-writing from the other character's pov and then have those ideas in mind while i'm writing the scene. a lot of the reason i write from mikasa's pov a lot is bc eren's pov is way easier for me to understand without doing extra steps. so even if she doesn't get what he's doing in the story, i do and can use that understanding to give the reader clues and heighten the stakes and tension.

a lot of tension also comes from staging and context. by staging, i mean stuff like everything that lead these characters to this situation. i def tend to prefer situations where there is a lot of history and tension at the off-set, and then i get to bring it to a head through my writing. tbh, a lot of how i do this is by thinking about my idea A LOT when i'm not writing. i have playlists for different fic ideas and listen to them whenever i'm commuting or walking my dog. or, i read poetry or other books/fics that are similar to my idea to really get immersed. i kind of think about this step of writing like seasoning -- you gotta get a bunch of stuff in the pot of your brain and see how it turns out.

semi-related to above, but i spend a lot of time on pinterest. specifically looking at like photoshoots or art that show two people interacting. mostly because those images can give me a lot of ideas of how to "pose" or create different images of the characters doing things together. physicality is really important to creating tension and i think that focusing on that more than interiority can make everything feel more heightened. basically, whenever i see something, no matter the context, and it makes my brain go brrr i immediately make note of it and am like oh shit that could be helpful later. like i am still writing stuff based on how crazy jen and lo from crouching tiger hidden dragon made me when i was ten.

#asks #writing advice

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maddipoof · 1 year

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There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time 🪷- Character pairing, tell me somethings about yourself and pick a fandom and gender preference and I’ll ship you with someone <3

Male preference and marauders or stranger things please!

I'm fairly introverted and it takes me a while to warm up to people. I love reading, my room is filled with stacks of books. I especially enjoy true crime, poetry and Russian literature! I adore adventures, witty and playful banter, pulling harmless pranks, joking around and having indepth discussions on anything and everything. I love helping out and people come to me to vent or for advice and comfort. I'd consider myself really smart and I'm very ambitious; I love being the best at everything I do. I daydream a lot and I'm a hopeless romantic! I enjoy all forms of art and I have quite a few creative hobbies! My love languages are acts of service and quality time. I'm 5'9 and I have long and curly dark brown hair and brown eyes. I dress mostly in relaxed suits, blazers and coats and I love the occasional dress or sweaters layered over a white button down! I'm an infp, taurus sun, gemini moon and scorpio rising!

Congrats on 100 followers!! I love your celebration theme so much, Jane austen is the best <3 <3

Up until 5'9 I was like, Is this a prank, why are you describing me??? I love russian classics, so so much, wait what's your favorite? Mine's Anna Karenina and also once I almost cried because I couldn't find a good translation of Doctor Zhivago (I have a lot of feelings).

I'm gonna saaayyyyy Sirius Black

I know Remus is usually the one for the reading but everything else screams Sirius, so the books are no red herring. I think he's a casual reader, not quite a bookworm like you but still enjoys it when he has the time. I've said it before and I'm gonna say it to every bookworm that comes into my inbox, BOOK STORE DATES!!! He's estranged, sure, but he's still a rich boy and what better finger to give his parents than spending their money on the love of his life. You know what he'd do? He would find you that limited edition Doctor Zhivago or that extremely limited collection of poetry you looked at a little too long when you passed the shop's window. Whatever you wanted, you don't even have to ask, he is not helping the overexpansion of your to-be-read list. And if you're a stickler for the translations and original prose like I am, then he'd absolutely figure out a spell for you to be able to read it with its original integrity.

From what I've seen, and what I feel in my heart of hearts, he's an ENFP, soooo you're similar in all the ways that count but he helps bring you out of your shell sometimes and also he waited for you to open up to him. Once you got closer, he started flirting with you, sort of subtly, then just out right. He asked you out by planning a prank on you with the other boys, they're your biggest fangirls and had been rooting for you to get together for ages, not their prankiest prank by far but they decided that Sirius would distract you by discussing the moral implications of non-verbal spells in magical dueling, which somehow, fittingly, made its way to the morality of love spells and right as Remus and James are about to pull it, he says something along the lines of "With you I'd never need one." And just as you're about to ask whatever that means, Remus and James drop a bag of flour over your head, by way of magic. So you turn around to yell at them BUT then while you're doing that, they tell you to spin around because you haven't noticed that the flour has turned into actual flowers, because Sirius used a spell (that he'd been practicing for weeks with McGonagall, because she was also rooting for you two. Making sure they didn't turn into roses was a bear but he didn't want any thorns to get you). THEN, you turn around and there he is, with your favorite flower in hand, and he finally finally asks you to go out with him.

He love love loves when he gets drawings and paintings from you, whatever your latest creative endeavor is, he's all for it.

And if you do end up daydreaming in class, he takes extra detailed notes for you, since he knows how much you value doing well.

He absolutely lets you steal his sweaters, everytime he sees you in a white button down he conveniently leaves one out for you. And he's enamoured with your style but on the occasion that you do wear a dress or something different, he gets so excited because *Aahhh something new!!!!!*

I feel like I should add something else but I don't know what to say

I hope you liked it <3<3<3

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#della celebrates 100 #della's anons 💕

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werewolfetone · 2 years

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I want to get into the Romantics. Do you have recommendations on who to start with?

Okay, so I'm going to answer this on specifically the Romantic poets, which is what I assume you probably mean. I'm not sure how much prior knowledge you have, but if you don't know like anything I'd start by just going to Wikipedia and reading a bunch of articles on Romantic figures. Just so you know who people are going into everything. And in terms of who to start with, it's probably going to be a matter of who you find to be the most interesting, so again read some random articles and pick a starting point. I actually started with reading some stuff on Mary Shelley and then read a a little on Byron and then was like "whoa who's this Coleridge guy" and haven't moved on since.

In terms of sources for wider research, the Romantic poets have the "big six," which are the six most important ones. In the first gen, which is the older people, there's Blake, Coleridge, and Wordsworth, and in the second younger gen, there's Shelley, Keats, and Byron. Personally I'm more partial to the first gen, and the second gen seems to be more popular on tumblr but either one is great. These guys are going to be the ones you're going to find the most on, so I'm going to answer for them. I'm also going to answer specifically with books because I find that it's often harder to verify a book for accuracy than a website, but there's lots of good online resources out there too.

For books on the first gen, you should check out Wordsworth and Coleridge: the Friendship by Adam Sisman, which doesn't go super in depth on either of them but is a great intro to the Lake Circle. Individually, Radical Wordsworth by Jonathan Bate is excellent for Wordsworth, though it does tend to skip over the second part of his life (which, honestly, not much happened during said second half lmao, he pretty much just became a Tory and walked around in the Lake District a lot), and Richard Holmes' biography of Coleridge is literally the most detailed thing on Coleridge's life I've found, though warning it's not for the faint of heart and kinda... assumes you've got a certain amount of prior knowledge, I guess. I definitely wouldn't start with that, but if you want to know a lot about Coleridge specifically, that book's the way to go. Bonus person: Frances Wilson's The Ballad of Dorothy Wordsworth is pretty good, if you want to read something on the other Wordsworth. For Blake, Eternity’s Sunrise by Leo Damrosch is good, and I guess you could also read Fearful Symmetry: A Study of William Blake by Northrop Fyre, though it's pretty old and has been critiqued in modern times so don't go to that until you know enough to be able to call bullshit on certain things in that book.

And now for the second gen. For Shelley, Shelley: the Pursuit, which is also by Richard Holmes, is really good and very complete. Young Romantics is about the Shelley-Hunt-Byron circle, it's also good. Romantic Outlaws is about Mary Shelley and her amazing mother, Mary Wollstonecraft, and it's worth a read for both parts of it because both of them were absolutely incredible women. For Keats, there's the biography of him by Andrew Motion. For Byron I've heard that Byron: Child of Passion, Fool of Fame by Benita Eisler is good, but I haven't read it so don't quote me on that.

Lastly, he's not really considered to be part of either gen of the Romantics, but Robert Burns is not only an influential Romantic poet but also the national poet of Scotland, so I feel the need to mention him. For a book on him, I'd recommend Burns the Radical by Liam McIlvanney. I should also say though that all of Burns' poetry is written in Scots, so it's going to be pretty difficult to get through if you don't speak Scots, but it's obviously really worth a read nonetheless.

On tumblr, there's several blogs I can point you towards. @a-mask-of-anarchy is an expert on the Shelleys and their circle, and I know he likes asks, so you can give questions on them to him. @notmanthelessbutnaturemore is very knowledgeable on Byron, and I'm pretty sure she's willing to answer questions. I know that @shelleysbysshe, @theetonatheist, @gothicgibsongirl,@youngromantics, and @realpercyshelley also talk about Romanticism, though idk how willing they are to answer questions. @conan-doyles-carnations is like one of the only other people on here who sometimes talks about the first gen people, particularly I know they like Charles Lamb, though their blog isn't focused on that and again idk how willing they are to take questions. I haven't seen any Blake or Burns experts on here, but tumblr's search function is shit so there's a high chance that there's someone for both of them who I just haven't gotten to see yet so I'm going to open it up to anyone who wants to reply. Lastly, there's me, I mainly focus on the circles of Coleridge and Wordsworth, though I'm always willing to take questions on pretty much any of the Romantics, I'm just going to be able to talk about some with more confidence than others.

I hope that was a satisfactory answer, I wish you luck in your research, and if any of the people I mentioned on here don't want to be mentioned just tell me and I'll take it out. Also, if there's anybody who has further recs on any of the Romantics feel free to add them!

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Gimme Shelter - 6

Sorry, it took me a while to write the next chapter but I was kinda busy. I hope you still want to know how things are going and growing between Henry and Kat. If you like this, please reward me with a comment, reblog or like 💜

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Kat Spencer)

Words: ~3.0k

Summary: Henry has to deal with a personal crisis and he finds shelter with his old rugby mate Sam and his sister Kat. She used to be Henry’s best friend a very long time ago. Will they be able to become friends again or maybe even more? Chapter 6: A disruptive factor and The Lonely Hearts Club meets again.

You can find the previous chapters and my other fics on my masterlist!

Warnings: RPF, mention of mental health issues, lots of poetry

Unbeta'ed. English isn't my first language. Mistakes ahead and they're all mine.

Disclaimer: I don’t know the real Henry Cavill or anyone who's related to him in any way, this is pure fiction and nothing more

Credits: Pics for the moodboard from Pinterest. Face claims: Kat = Jennifer Connelly

Taglist (let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @hell1129-blog @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @kebabgirl67 @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo @artandotherdelights @notabronte @littlefreya @luclittlepond @eldarwen333 @meowpurrbooks @marantha @liliumdream @enchantedbytomandhenry @greensleeves888 @witcherfan @margauxmargaux07 @radaofrivia @m07belzen @a-little-counter-esperanto @starstruckkittyangel @mary-ann84 @sillyrabbit81

So, enough of the small print...here we go:

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As much as Kat enjoyed her time with Henry and the feelings that blossomed between them there was this one disruptive factor called Mel.

When they were sitting on that rock the other day, almost kissing, when they were pouring their hearts out afterwards, it all felt so real, so possible, so tangible but whenever she saw Hen talk to Mel her heart sank and doubt started to nag at her hope. And he not only talked to Mel, he went to her place several times and so Kat went to London for contract negotiations with a publishing house with mixed feelings.

She wanted to trust Henry who always laughed it off, when Kat asked him about Mel, saying they were just having a neighbourly chat, but she also wasn't willing to be heading for the rocks blindly. She wasn't able to ignore the existence of Mel and the connection between her and the man Kat had fallen for again.

She missed Henry terribly when she was away though. Five days without him made her realize how close they had grown and how much she enjoyed being around him. Five lonely nights in a hotel bed increased her doubts and her worries, her jealousy and her insecurities. She couldn't stop her mind from creating worst case scenarios of Hen being with Mel. Of Mel seducing him, of Henry having sex with her, falling for the attractive, charming blonde who knew how to enchant a man. She imagined how he got trapped by this woman who'd never tried to hide that she was looking for a new husband, a new provider, after the last one had the audacity to die and leave her with a big, beautiful mansion but not with the amount of money Mel had hoped for. And in all these scenarios Kat was the one who was left behind with a broken heart. Again.

When she returned to St. Ives on Saturday afternoon she found Lydia working in the garden and Sam in the kitchen, baking bread. Her brother hugged her, leaving handprints of flour on her black shirt.

"How was London?"

Kat plopped down on a chair with a sigh. "Successful but exhausting. I can't believe that I actually liked living there. The traffic is horrible and all those people and the noise…"

"Good thing you're back in our beautiful, little sanctuary then. We've missed you. Even Darcy came looking for you every day." Sam shoved the loaf of bread he'd just moulded into the oven before he washed his hands and sat down at the table across from his younger sister.

"Really?" An amused smile played on Kat's lips. "And I thought Henry and Kal are all he cares about recently. How's Hen by the way? On the phone he said he's fine?"

"He is, I guess. No more panic attacks as far as I know. He's been in a pretty good mood all week, busy and full of energy."

Sam poured himself a glass of water and offered one to Kat too but she declined with a shake of her head.

"Where is he anyway?"

"At Mel's."

Kat's expression changed from curious to annoyed in an instant. "Again? What's he doing there?"

"Having a coffee and a chat, I guess," Sam shrugged. "I don't know the details."

Kat rolled her eyes. "Of course not."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"Then why do you say it?"

Kat looked at Sam with a frown. "Nevermind."

"No, come on. Spill it. Are you implying I know something I won't tell you?" Sam got a little cross now.

"I'm not implying anything. I just don't understand why he spends so much time at her place and I can hardly believe your old rugby mate hasn't told you." She crossed her arms and gave her brother an expectant look.

"He told me what I've just told you. What do you think they're doing? Having a secret affair?" He let out a snort, laughing just at the thought of Hen and Mel but when he saw the frown on Kat's face it dawned on him. "Wait? That's what you're thinking? That something's going on between them? You're jealous?"

"Does that sound so far-fetched? She tries to dig her nails into every man who seems to be good husband material. She tried it with you and you don't need a crystal ball to know that she's for sure trying it with Hen too. And for the record...I'm worried about him, not jealous." Kat was all worked up now and Sam could easily tell that he'd hit a sore point.

"Henry is not an idiot, Kat. From my own experience I can tell you that Mel is anything but an enigma. I could tell what she's looking for after our first and only date and a man like Hen, who has to deal with gold diggers all the time, will see right through her without problems. There's no need to worry. And no need to be jealous." He grinned at her and Kat made a face. "Did you even listen to me? I've just told you that…"

"That you're not jealous. Yeah...yackety-yack. I know you, sis. You're in love with him. Don't try to deny it." Kat sighed and surrendered with a resigned smile. "Fuck, yeah and I feel like I'm sixteen again, Sammy. Confused and clueless. What is it about him that makes me feel like that? Why does it have to be so damn complicated?"

"It's not complicated. Trust him and listen to your heart."

"It's not that easy."

"No, obviously it's not. So maybe you should just ask him about Mel and work on your trust issues."

"It's not like I haven't asked him about her before. But I guess you're right. I'm gonna try again and talk to him tonight." She gave her brother a nod.

"At the meeting of The Lonely Hearts Club?" Sam winked at her with a grin that made Kat chuckle.

"He's told you about it?"

"Yeah. He's talked about it all week. Running around with piles of books, volumes of poems as far as I could see. Copying entire pages by hand into a notebook. To be honest, I think it's the reason for his good mood."

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Maybe, Kat thought, or maybe he just enjoys fooling around with Mel.

When Kat climbed up the rope ladder a few hours later she had managed successfully to avoid Henry up to this point. She had spent the rest of the day in her room, brooding over Sam's words, about Henry and Mel for the umpteenth time and about the club meeting of course. She was close to chickening out but she decided to get her shit together and to enjoy the time with Henry on their little stroll down memory lane. And maybe, just maybe, she would even find the courage to ask him about Mel.

"Kat!" Henry flashed her one of those billion dollar smiles when she entered the tree house. "There you are." He hugged her and gave her a look full of relief. "I haven't seen you all afternoon. I was a little worried you'd stand me up."

"Neighbourly duties?" Kat asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

She gave him a smile and shrugged. "Well, you were not around when I came back…"

"Yeah...I was busy." He grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"Huh?"

"Sam said you went to visit Mel."

"Ah, yes. Yes, I did. You know we have a little chat every once in a while. She's...nice."

"How lovely."

"The room looks great, Hen."

The awkward silence that fell over the room made them both uncomfortable. The unexpected tension left Henry in a state of insecurity. He'd hoped for an easy time with Kat, some intimate moments to share but the start of the night wasn't very promising. He cleared his throat before giving Kat a goofy smile.

"Shall we begin? I've prepared a little something. A few poems and...yeah." He shrugged helplessly and to his big relief Kat nodded with a smile. "Of course."

It was only then that Kat realized that Henry had decorated the treehouse with loving care. Blankets and cushions on the floor and candles in the corner of the room created a very warm and cozy atmosphere and a huge pile of books showed her that Henry was very well prepared for the first meeting of the Lonely Hearts Club since 1999.

"Thanks, kitty. Let's sit." He plopped down beside the books, his long legs stretched out and Kat sat down cross-legged next to him, placing a little bluetooth speaker on the floor. "Prepare for some 90s flashback. I picked all the cheesy love songs we listened to non-stop." She started the playlist and soft music filled the air. Henry smiled at her and took a deep breath before he started to speak solemnly in his best statesman's voice.

The way he looked at her took her breath away for a moment, his gaze intense and pleading, he seemed so vulnerable it made her heart miss a beat. She wanted to kiss the insecurity and sadness that crossed his handsome face away but her own doubts made her fight the need to be close to him. Instead she took the notebook he handed her over and opened it. She stared at the name of the poem that was written down in Henry's neat handwriting on the first page.

"I hereby declare the meeting of The Lonely Hearts Club open. Present are the founding members Katherine Elisabeth Spencer and Henry William Cavill."

Kat couldn't help but chuckle. He was such a dork.

"Would you do me the honor of reciting the first poem, dear kitty?"

She knew it all too well and yet she'd almost forgotten it existed. Forgotten or repressed, it didn't really matter, she still knew it by heart, since it was the very poem she had read countless times after Henry had broken her heart. The fact that he knew it too, that he'd chosen these verse to be read out loud made her wonder if it was as familiar to him as it was to her. She cleared her throat, closed the book and her eyes and started to recite.

"When we two parted by George Gordon Byron."

She paused and took another deep breath.

"When we two parted

In silence and tears,

Half broken-hearted

To sever for years,

Pale grew thy cheek and cold

Colder thy kiss;

Truly that hour foretold

Sorrow to this."

Kat flinched slightly when she felt Henry's warm hand in hers. She looked at him and she wasn't surprised when he continued, his voice warm and soothing like thick, golden honey.

"The dew of the morning

Sunk chill on my brow—

It felt like the warning

Of what I feel now.

Thy vows are all broken,

And light is thy fame:

I hear thy name spoken,

And share in its shame."

The game was the same it used to be back in the days at Stowe. They took turns to read the stanza. The only difference was that they were holding hands now. Kat spoke the next words with a steady voice although on the inside she was trembling.

"They name thee before me,

A knell to mine ear;

A shudder comes o'er me—

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell."

She smiled at Henry, sensing that he needed her reinsurance for the last paragraph. He returned the smile and went on.

"In secret we met—

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?

With silence and tears."

They sat in silence for several minutes, comfortable silence this time, the quiet connecting them in a way words never could.

"I've got another one you might like." Henry said softly after a while. He reluctantly let go of her hand, took the notebook and searched through the pages. "Here it is."

"Bring it on." Kat smiled at him, hardly able to hide the loving feelings that spread inside her chest and her belly. Henry nodded and began.

"My heart leaps up when I behold

A rainbow in the sky:

So was it when my life began;

So is it now I am a man;

So be it when I shall grow old,

Or let me die!

The Child is father of the Man;

And I could wish my days to be

Bound each to each by natural piety."

"That's beautiful, pop." Kat blushed under Henry's smirk when he heard the nickname slip from her lips. "William Wordsworth?" she guessed.

"Yes. I'd never heard of it before, but Mel showed it to me the other day."

Kat's smile faded like a shadow in the dark.

"Oh really, did she? So that's what you're doing when you meet? You read poems to each other?" Her voice had chilled in an instant, her body language switched from open hearted to closed off. Henry was confused by the sudden change of tone.

"Yes, she told me about it when I mentioned that I was looking for romantic poems by british poets. And no, that's not what we usually do."

"And what do you do? Usually?"

"Nothing special, as I've told you before. And honestly, Kat..it's none of your business anyway."

That felt like a slap in the face to her.

"Right...yeah...you're absolutely right. It's none of my business what you do or who you're fooling around with." Kat got up, tapping off non-existing dirt from her jeans with determined motions that showed how touched and churned up she was.

"Fooling around?" Henry got up too in a hurry, knocking his head on a branch that was part of the treehouse's roof. He cursed before he turned to Kat again. "You can't be serious. You don't really think I f...that I sleep with Mel, do you?"

"I don't know what to think, Henry. You spend so much time with her lately…"

"And I've told you it's harmless and I just visit our neighbour from time to time." He tried to take her hand but Kat took a step back, turning around to stare out of the window with a deep sigh.

"You still don't trust me." His voice was sad now and there was a note of disappointment too.

"I really want to, Henry. But it's so hard…" Her shoulders were trembling and her soft sobs told him she was crying. He hugged her gently from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder. "I know, kitty. And I know that I'm the one to blame for this dilemma. But you have to believe me. There's nothing between me and Mel. I don't fuck her and I'm not interested in her. I only care about you. Okay?" The last words were nothing more than a whisper in her ear, a light breeze of tones that made her want to believe him. She nodded, leaning into his embrace but she wasn't able to give him a proper answer. The truth was she had no answer. She knew she loved him but what she didn't know was if she was going to allow herself to act accordingly.

"Listen, Kat. This might not be the right time nor place to do this, but I need to ask you something. I'm going to Jersey next week for my mum's 70s birthday and I wonder if you'd want to come with me?"

Kat turned around in his arms abruptly, taken by surprise by his question. He didn't let go of her waist and so she found herself closer than ever to him, his gorgeous face right in front of her. "You want me to go to Jersey with you?" He nodded. "As my plus one. Yes." She freed herself carefully from his embrace. "But…"

"Let me explain." Henry took a step back to give her some space. "My mum invited me months ago and I accepted...of course...but to be honest, I've dreaded that family gathering since day one. All eyes will be on me, everyone's gonna try to wrap me up in cotton wool, walking on eggshells around me, wondering if I'm okay." He sighed and shrugged. "Don't get me wrong. I'm beyond grateful to have a family that is worried about me, loving people who care, but it also stresses me out. Having you by my side would be very helpful and besides that, I would hate to be separated from you again. Those five days last week were long enough, Kat and don't even make me start with the 22 years prior. You have no idea how much I missed you." He gave her a sheepish smile and she couldn't help but return it. "I missed you too, Hen. But I'm really not sure if this is a good idea. Your parents hardly know me."

"Don't be silly. They remember you very well. You spent Christmas 1998 with us. Please don't say you forgot about that...my parents invited you after I spent the summer with your family here in St. Ives."

"Of course I remember that. It was the most lively and jolly Christmas of my childhood. All those people at your parents house, the chatter and singing and goofing about, it was such a stark contrast to Christmas with my family."

"See...you can have that again. A crowded, noisy place, loads of laughter, alcohol, fun and food. When I asked my mum if it's okay to invite you she was so excited, Kat. She'd love to see you again and so would my dad and my brothers. And I'm sure you're gonna like my sisters-in-law and all my nephews and nieces." Kat smiled.

"That sounds good."

"So you're in?"

"I don't know. Where would we stay? At your parent's?"

"No. I always stay at a small cottage near the beach when I visit them. I bought it a few years ago."

Kat started to chew on her lower lip.

"Two bedrooms." Henry added with a wink before making the next try to take her hands. This time she didn't pull back. "Please say yes, Kat. Let's spend some time together. We can stay there for a week or so. When the whole Cavill bunch leaves after the celebration, it will only be you and me and lots of time to...to bond again. So what do you say?"

*******

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Oh dear, I'm so dumb ahahhahah! I've never used tumblr before, I created this account only for contacting you, and knowing that I could forget to put the anonymous I called it a random name instead of my Twitter account so I could still remain anonymous ahahahahhah. I feel like scooby-doo where in some episodes they tied the monster up and then there was no one or it was just a robot and they hadn't found the real criminal ahahahhahah.

Also thank you, yesterday I was feeling even worse but today I am better thank you, a little bit tired but better and I would gladly cuddle with you on a sofa with tea, I love tea🥺 How are you sweetie?

Yeah I've ridden for about eleven years now and don't worry sometimes I find it scaring too, now the horse the I ride is a little bit fearful and when she hears or see something different she gets scared so I have to be careful but I absolutely love her, she is the sweetest horse I've ever met, she loves cuddles so much, some time ago I found her laying in her box and I spent a little bit of time with her like this, just chilling in her box and cuddling. She also loves food so much, the other day she tried to steal my bag because there was food in there ahahahah.

When I'll take my driver licence I will, I couldn't before because the closest shelter to me is not reachable with public means so I'll have to wait but next month I'll do the theory exam so in a few months I will be able.

I understand you, I don't live in a big city fortunately but I don't live in a very green area so moments in nature are a blessing. I'm lucky because I have a little garden and I love listening to music or studying there, especially during spring or summer.

I don't have a favourite genre when it comes to music but my favourite artists are Louis, Zayn and Little Mix, I also love Mika and I listen to some italian music too (I'm from Italy), when it comes to books my favourite one is called "Chosen by a Horse" by Susan Richards, it's really sad and it makes me cry everytime but I love it so much. My favourite movie... I don't know I like watching movie sometimes but I don't think I have a favourite, I don't know there is nothing coming to my mind... what about you? What are you favourite books? Movies? Artists/songs?

I have never died my hair, I would like to die them lilac but I would never do that, I like my dark blonde colour and I am too scared, but I love died hair, I remember you said you have your hair pink, that's so cool😍😍 OMG pink is so cool!

Also I would love to help you with your chapters, ask me away anything and I will help you, wow you write? I am every day always more amazed by you, you surprise me every time😍

I hope you have a good day love, I can't wait to talk to you again and sorry again if I haven't talked to you yesterday🥺💙💙 *giant hug for you*

That is how I felt! Or like, when you open a gift box to find another gift box or bag inside.

I hope this week we have better days my love, I really hope we do.

I’m starting classes this week and I am excited for some of my courses but nervous. I didn’t have the best experience last year, even more during the end of the fall semester since I had to cope with prepare for exams, submit assignments and projects, all while trying to grieve my grandma’s passin away.

She and I were very close. Even now after some months, it’s still hard.

I’ve been always very fearful due to my moms paranoia, always afraid of the rides at the fair, of motorcycles, horses, climbing trees or just overall heights. Ironically, my mom did broke her nose riding a motorbike when she was young, and fell from a horse while partying and almost broke her hip 5 years ago.

Your horse though, sounds amazing, I would be up for feeding her and cuddling, and even brush her hair. What kind of food do they eat? I’ve only see them get fed apples and carrots in movies. Does she have a name? 🥺

Of course your favorite book would be titled that! you are so cute, wait did you ever saw a tv show called Saddle Club? I don’t remember much about it but I wanted to call you saddle ___ (I don’t know what your pronoun is) I’ll stick with saddle pal/lad for now 🥺 The only thing I have engraved in my mind about that show was their song “Hello World” because it was the first song I learned in English. Well that one, and - this is what dreams are made of- from the Lizzie McGuire movie.

I actually made a bingo with some of my favorite movies a while ago, let me know how many you got/seen!

Artists... I love Bea Miller, Rina Sawayama, Kiana Lede, Hozier, Lorde, Khalid, Tom Odell, Taylor, Harry, Niall and Zayn’s music too (besides Louis ofc)!

I have dyed my hair all colours I believe. Currently is just a loud magenta pink 😅

My favourite authors are a Spanish poet that goes by the name Loreto Sesma and an author from Uruguay named Eduardo Galeano. All of her poetry and most of his books/ essays are my favourites, I apologise if you were expecting a tittle in particular but I truly can’t choose.

Okidoki, now more questions for you Valentine! do you believe in ghost, or demons? Some kind of Heaven/Paradise/Afterlife/nothing? What 5 words would you use to describe yourself? What scents do you like?

Side note before I say goodbye for today: I fixed my curiouscat account issues, so if you’d like to continue this remaining week in there, let me know. I mostly go into tumblr from my pc so maybe it could be easy for both of us to do this in cc:

https://curiouscat.qa/wildimples

I leave you the link and a big kiss, have a nice Monday 🌼🌿🥨

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