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Post by Reuben Slade on Mar 28, 2023 19:56:51 GMT
[ ✪ ] our muses are stuck in locked room together. [including Gilly] Matilda Ramsbury |
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Post by Reuben Slade on Jan 24, 2023 22:12:19 GMT
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Post by Reuben Slade on Nov 15, 2022 0:42:11 GMT
 Tag: Marjorie St. Clair Note: Building up the suspense of their first meeting! Hope it's ok! what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN This was something Slade never thought that he would do. Getting married. His struggles with skin to skin contact greatly hindered him in exploring physical intimacy. And his very nature prevented him from building strong emotional connections. And yet here he was. Planning on getting married. And to what? Settle a debt. Granted, it was a rather large debt and Slade figured he could use this position to his advantage. The Duke was well connected. It would help Rueben's enterprise grow and if all it cost was a wife . . . then he would make the exchange. That being said, he knew he had to make a few things clear with her. For this would not be what one may consider a normal arrangement. But then, having done his research and looking into the family . . . she did not seem like the typical noblewoman.
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Once he arrived at her estate, Slade exited the carriage, being escorted inside and it was stated that they would send for Marjorie. The woman who would be his wife. He did not even know what she looked like, though amidst his research it was said that she was quite beautiful. Beauty however did not matter to the crime lord. He cared not for her appearance, not even her manner. This was a business exchange and a chance for her as well. All other aspects to marriage would deviate from societal norms. So all he could do was wait for her, and see where this path led them both.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Nov 15, 2022 0:25:29 GMT
Tag: @mei Note: Better gif coming soon! what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN
36. Our muses sitting at their a child’s sickbed.
Sllade was unsure as to when the last time he felt this . . . panicked was. Though he showed no outward sign of it -- mainly to those who he did not call family -- he felt it. He had barley left his daughter's beside since they had first called the physician. She had a terrible flu and her fever was not breaking. Slade had just sent her governess -- Clara -- home to rest for she too had not left the child's side. And then of course there was Gilly. Gilly who appeared just as afflicted as Evelina for he was laying down next to her in bed and had not moved since Evelina herself had been bed ridden. Though Slade would not admit it, this terrified him. Were it some physical threat, at least he had his people in place to stop or prevent it. But this. This . . . he had no control over. And he was struggling to accept that. Refusing, to accept it.
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While approaching footsteps pulled Slade from his thoughts, though he did not turn his head from his sleeping daughter. Slade did not even need to look to know who it was. He was familiar enough with everyone he held close to heart. "Is all well?" He asked, wondering if she came to inform him of a problem. Or if she had come simply to check on Evelina. Rather than waiting for her to ask, he continued. "Nothing has changed." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he leaned forward to dip the cloth into cold water and gently dab her forehead. It felt so odd, to see her in such a state. She was often so full of energy, so full of life . . . and did not stop talking for a moment. Now, she was sleeping, barley able to open her eyes and silent absent the whimper of pain and discomfort. If she did not make it . . . Slade could not even imagine what he would become.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Nov 11, 2022 16:30:48 GMT
"I don’t know why you thought I wasn’t going to notice. But I see right through you."
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Post by Reuben Slade on Nov 10, 2022 0:44:02 GMT
 Tag: @tab what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN Once they were comfortably in the carriage, the driver set off. Rueben did not want his sister to see how they would handle the men. While his family may not know the extent of Slade's dealings, he would rather allow their imagination to run wild . . . than to lay witness to things to confirm suspicions. He was casually gazing out the now covered window, nonchalant about the entire ordeal, until his sister spoke.
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It was fortunate she was not crying. He would rather she wait until Slade delivered her to their mother's arms to comfort a weeping daughter. That, or her husband, sister, or even William. Slade was perhaps the last person who would express empathy to her in her emotional state. "Responding to the ransom placed against you," he answered. His tone, rather a matter of fact voice, as if the question was answered quite literally. Although, he knew what she had meant. "Would you prefer I return you to your husband or to your mother?" He asked, wondering which person she would prefer to comfort her in such a time. |
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Post by Reuben Slade on Nov 8, 2022 23:15:58 GMT
Tag: @tab what doesn't KILL ME BETTER RUN Random number generator selected . . . 40. Your muse is kidnapped and mine has to pay the ransom.
Anyone who had the audacity to do this, was foolish. Beyond foolish. And Slade would not simply let someone get away with this. He knew he could not place risk upon his sister's life. She was Evelina's aunt, family by blood. So he would take care of this. Far more than merely paying the ransom note. They arrived in a carriage and Slade made his exit. The hour was late, darkness all around them, and they were to meet by the docks. It made sense. For his enemies would wish to make a quick getaway after collecting the high sum of money in exchanged for Tabitha Slade's life.
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He looked at his sister, her hands bound tightly with rope, and a sac over her head. Slade knew he could pass this off as someone who wished to kidnap the Duke's sister, rather than the Crime Lord's sister. He had merely been the one to take care of it. Slade took in his surroundings without taking his eyes off the man who stepped forward. Holding the bag that contained the demanded amount, one of Slade's men took it forward and placed it in the middle. What his enemies did not know, was thanks to his informants, they had found out their plans and his men were already waiting on the boat, ready to strike. But first, he had to remove his sister from the scene. The man seemingly in charged stepped forward to collect the bag, opening it and doing a quick check at the amount.
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The other, holding a dagger at Tabitha's throat suddenly shoved her forward, hard enough to cause her to fall as they made a run for it towards their getaway. Slade motioned for one of his men to go to his sister, helping her to her feet. Untying her hands, they brought her closer to Slade. "Get her in the carriage," he instructed. When she was escorted towards it, Slade spoke in an incredibly low voice, barley audible except to the man he spoke to. "Take care of this. See it to completion." Meaning, he wanted every single one of the men dead. With that, Slade went to the carriage, getting inside as he seated himself across from his sister, and began to assess the extent of injury if she did indeed have any.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Nov 8, 2022 22:51:17 GMT
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Random number generator selected . . . 28. My muse has suddenly sprained an ankle and can’t walk.
If only Slade could control the idiocy of other people. He was a man meticulous, calculated, and planned out every contingency. But when a man could not drive a carriage, then there was only so much the crime lord could do to control the situation. It had resulted in the wheel hitting his foot causing it to twist to the side. Unfortunately, it was the foot that was not permanently injured, causing him to stumble to the side. Ordinarily he has his closest protectors and friends at his side, but he had just been taking Gilly for a walk -- this ordeal had occurred.
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It also caused Gilly to fall from Slade's arms from the impact, the goat screaming in surprise. Slade's cane was thrown to the side, yet his primary concern was the animal. Looking at him, he saw Gilly scramble to his feet and rush over to Slade. Relief washed over the noble as he then began to asses the damage. The driver rushed towards Slade apologetically, and Slade silenced him with a raise of his gloved hand, which he then used to wave him off.
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Not letting the pain be evident on his face, he sat upright, watching Gilly as the animal scurried over to the cane, picked it up between his teeth, and plopped it into Slade's lap. Eyeing the animal, he slightly shook his head as he leaned on the cane to hoist himself up. Walking seemed rather difficult at the moment so instead, he just worked to brace himself as Gilly let out another high pitched noise. Slade presumed it was the goat's way of crying out for help.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Nov 4, 2022 20:14:02 GMT
better terribl e truths
THAN KIND LIES Slade continued to take in every detail of the woman. The accent in her voice. The tone in which she spoke. This was the woman who seemed to capture the interest -- perhaps even heart -- of William. There must be something about her then, and Slade only thought of such things for the sake of his daughter. For he would not let her around just any woman. Evelina was easily attached and Slade aggressively protective. "I do not entangle myself in the affairs of the Duke," Slade stated. His tone as stoic as his demenaour. Words not harshly spoken but straightforward and true. After all, Slade and his brother were not exactly close. The younger male was aware that he was the black sheep of the family. It was for the sake of his daughter that he even maintained family ties. The family he was born into not as strong as his chosen family.
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"Questions about you only come out of necessity." Though he may make no show of it, this was incredibly difficult for the crime lord. To suddenly reveal his daughter to a stranger. To a woman he did not know. It went against all his meticulous planning and caution. All he could do was trust his instincts in this woman. For he trusted that far more than he trusted the judgement of his brother. "For the sake of my daughter," he added, letting that fact sink in. Had William told her of Evelina? He had explained the situation of wishing to protect her to his family but that did not mean he expected them to actually listen. It was a risk Rueben took every time he brought her to visit everyone. And now, he would see how the woman before him handled the situation.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Oct 31, 2022 21:22:26 GMT
better terribl e truths
THAN KIND LIES It would seem that his brother has finally found a wife. The news did not entirely surprise Slade, so far removed from the marital obligations of his brother and sisters. But this did still effect him. It effected him, because it would effect his daughter. Slade had brought Evelina to Mayfair so that she may spend time with her uncle, aunts and grandmother. Her existence however, was something he kept sheltered from the general public. For her own safety. Yet now, another family would hold this knowledge. Another family would be involved and entangled in his daughter's life.
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Slade was not too thrilled about this however her knew it was inevitable. The same would happen when his sisters married too. So naturally, he had planned for this. Today, was when these plans would be set in motion. He had invited his brother's intended to his own residence -- as Slade at his own estate rather than remain at the Duke's. And here, is where he would introduce Philomena to his daughter. Once news of her arrival reached him, Slade raised himself to a stand and leaned against his cane to make his way to the parlor where he remained standing as she was escorted into the room. His expression remained unchanged. Stoic in nature and demenaour. His lips void of a smile. And his eyes rested upon the woman, taking in every detail of her without revealing as much.
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He had done what research he could on her, sending word out to his informants to gather all information about her family. He needed to know who he was bringing into his daughter's life. His daughter, who was not yet in the room. Keeping his gloved hand wrapped around the top of his cane, he finally began to speak. "Miss D'Harcourt," he greeted, or rather acknowledged. "I have invited you here today with the intention of speaking to you regarding a matter of great import." For his daughter, was the center of his world. Besides, Slade was not one to beat around the bush. He wished to get straight to the point.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Jan 18, 2022 18:42:05 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade entered the establishment of his new business associate. He had made offer to Hamilton about truth be told, Slade did not even consider refusal. It was an offer that would be most beneficial for the other male and of course, a profitable one for the Crime Lord himself. As he entered, he made his way to a vacant chair, those knowing of him giving a courtesy nod of greeting, and raising their glasses in respect. Or fear. Either one, Slade gave slight nods of acknowledgement as his own guards on either side of him, accompanied him until he reached his seat. Setting his cane to the side to lean against the table, Slade sat himself down, removing his hat but keeping his gloves on -- as he always did. His aversion to touch causing him to do so without informing others of what could be deemed as weakness.
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It was not long until someone came to properly greet him and while he had not spoken to her at length, he had seen her. For as few words as Slade offered in general, he was an observant individual. Taking in the sights around him and absorbing everything; committing everything to memory -- wanted or not. After all, the less than one spoke, the more they learned. Looking at the woman who seemed to have high position in the Gilded Rose, Slade gave a nod of greeting and acknowledgement. "Lord Rueben Slade," he greeted. "As we have not yet been properly introduced." And if he was to be well informed of all business here, it was best he knew the employees; especially one holding high positions.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Jan 18, 2022 18:19:23 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Slade was not one who frequented these gentlemen clubs without purpose. It was a good place to conduct business meetings, particularly ones that were well and fine to have in the public eye. But to engage in the more social aspect, conversing with the courtesans who entered, or having frivolous conversation . . . was not among Slade's interests. He had but a half filled drink for he did not over indulge either, and would remain present until it was complete. His meeting had already ended and his business associate had departed, off to enjoy the entertainments the establishment provided. Despite Slade's lacking interest in his environment, he was observant. Silently learning and absorbing all he could among the fellow gentlemen in the ton.
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With his cane leaned against his chair, and his gloved hand curled around his drink, he took another sip as the boisterous sounds of the room filled the air. His guards were at the door awaiting his departure and he had half a mind to bring them in, despite the exclusivity of the club. Casually raising his eyes to look around him, he took notice of another male . . . one of familiarity but also, not one unwelcome. With the man not far, and Slade not being one to raise his voice, he spoke to bring the man's attention to his presence. "Mister Belmont," he greeted with the slightest of smiles. Slade's stoic nature ever remaining composed as he kept seated, the chair across from him vacant as the Crime Lord's gaze upon the other male silently invited him to join him . . . if he so desired.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Jan 18, 2022 18:01:12 GMT
 Tag: Keya Note: better gif coming soon! never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Before she was permitted into his office, Rueben was given a very brief explanation of how she had brought the man . . . alive. Slade gave a nod to his guard to allow her entrance remaining seated as he looked at her when she walked in. He would deal with the other male later. Slade was often a man of his word in such regards and had the reward to give. But not without a more detailed explanation. He would make sure that there was no deeply ploy afoot with this.
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When she walked in, there was no familiarity. His memory allowed him to recognize faces of those who he had even just seen in passing but she, was entirely unfamiliar. "Who are you?" He asked, his question coming our leveled and composed rather an accusatory, but there was an underlying tone of demand in it. He did not care for her name. He was more interested in her position and abilities that had caused her to bring in the man that he had set a price on. And, she was by herself. Which further added to the intrigue of how she had acquired the person he needed.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Jan 14, 2022 19:57:24 GMT
never make DECISIONS OUT OF FEAR.
ONLY OUT OF SPITE. Once she greeted him, Slade moved further into the room. Giving a nod of gratitude for the drink prepared, he took hold of the glass and made his way to her desk, sitting on the side opposite from hers. He set the glass down for a moment, removing his hat and placing it next to it. She had spoken of entertaining news, so Slade remained quiet so that she may reveal it. When she did . . . well, he knew he should not be entirely surprised and yet, the officiality of it was not quite expected. At least at this moment. He watched Isabel carefully at this revelation of news, watching her expression, sensing her tone . . . seeing the ease in which she disclosed it. Judging from all such things, it was not something unwanted by her. As she continued, she even spoke of it being a good thing.
Ordinarily, Slade did not mix his personal life with his business life. His blood family was so far removed from it and he would never even consider allowing them to overlap. That being said, he trusted Isabel emphatically. He was not concerned with her divulging anything or letting any content of their business slip. Had he even a shred of doubt or uncertainty, he would not have allowed himself to trust her as much as he did. Or consider her among his closest in his circle. Yet, there was one thing he need make certain for despite how it sounded . . . his overprotective nature still required him to ask. Required him to hear her confirm it.
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"This is of your own volition?" He asked her, needing to be sure. His brother was a Duke and he knew how William carried himself. He would not wish for Isabel to be placed in such arrangement where choice was stripped from her. "For if it is, and it an arrangement you are pleased with, I hold no objection." And while he knew that it would not technically matter if he did for the decision was made . . . it was his way of saying, that she still held his support and that this, did not change his own personal relationship or dynamic with the now Mistress of his own brother.
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Post by Reuben Slade on Jan 14, 2022 19:53:09 GMT
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Slade remained completely still as she shifted towards him, stating his needs in that a wife could help him relax. That she could help him with such a thing. He ever so slightly titled his chin up, his eyes not leaving her though . . . not out of interest in whatever she was offering. But rather, inquiry into why she was making such offers. "And you presume that you would provide me with aid?" He asked her, not completely rhetorically for the question called for some form of answer. She continued by saying that he was a mystery . . . and then commented on his daughter. Though he showed no outward reaction of it, inwardly he wondered who had told her of such a thing. Surely, not his brother. Perhaps one of his sisters.
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Either way, Rueben was inwardly displeased by this and yet . . . knew that there always had been rumours of his daughter. He never confirmed nor denied them; he simply let them be. Slade was a man of not many words but in that time he did not speak, he observed. It had allowed him to build his ability -- deemed a skill -- to read people. And right now, while her tone was clear and the flirtatious implications behind them evident . . . what he did not know what was she was getting at. "What are you aiming to achieve here Miss Talbot?" He asked her, this time, his question held no room for remaining rhetorical. "You are to wed my brother, are you not." Unless something had drastically changed in the course of the past few days. So it brought him back to his previous question: what was she getting at here.
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