SmilingPanda19

Suddenly a loud knock comes on the door, banging the door with the side of the tin. ”I have muffins and the pan is hot, open up.” Her voice is soft, but almost motherly. She tries to open the door the her foot and almost falls over.

Cedric is pacing around his room silently. He is lost in thought. If the world was perfect… this would of never happened. He slowly reaches for his flask, stopping halfway through. No. You know what happened last time. Last time he drank too much he almost tumbled down the stairs with her in his arms. Just don’t drink too much. He picks up the cold metal flask in between his fingers, bringing it up to his lips and letting it drain its glorious poison into his throat. He sets it down on his bedside stand, it slightly lighter than when he picked it up. It seeps into his mind and his veins, like a puppet, pulling the strings to control everything he doesn’t in the background. It was what drove him these days, he doesn’t have a mind of his own, he’s controlled by what he has allowed to take over. Alcohol. Power. Love. He looks to the door and walks down the hall, lightly knocking on her door. ”Love?” He whispers.

She lowers her fist from the doorway. "Yes sir." She says quietly and steps back.

A small dainty most likely underfed woman knocks on the door, her dry knuckles tapping against the door they are in. @The Aspiring Archivist

He doesn’t know what to say, his mouth hangs open. He just cradles her in his arms. ”Sweet Mae it’s okay….” He whispers anxiously. A servant rushes over with a blanket wrapping her up in it to at least help. “Please help-“ he says to the Doctor.

He doesn’t seem to care much, but flings the door open, hoping it’s a doctor. He grins at Owen, his hands going behind his back.

I feel like I’m the stars. I’m just like the sun in the fact that I shine and I bring light and warmth to the people around me, but I’m far away and I love from afar. I’m scattered, but I still somehow shine a faint light. Sometimes a different one of my stars shines brighter, a different piece of my personality is brighter than the other for some time and then it will too pass. I’m always changing and always rotating in the sky for other people, always moving or getting new friends, but the stars themselves stay the same. The stars always look at something from a different angle, everything around them spins and rotates so there’s always things changing around them, but they can’t do anything about it. I wonder if the stars like the change. I definitely don’t. Sorry, that got really long. If you were locked in a room with one of your siblings (or parent) in another room. You have one hour for one of you to press the red button of instant death, and if neither of you press it then you both die. You can not talk to one another nor can you see the clock counting down, which of you do you think would hit the button first?

He isn’t sure what to do. ”What do you want with her? Where’s a doctor?!” He yells at the hand maiden, it’s like the world is spinning. He stumbles a little, pushing past the handmaiden and taking her down the stairs, almost tripping twice.

Tonight…. All I want is to FLYYYY with you

He manages to reach it and unlock it, swinging the door open and leaning down, scooping her up in his arms. “Mae- Mae- please.” He holds her close looking around. “Somebody get me a doctor!” Servants rush around. He sees Owen and grins, when he looks at her though his grin flattens out slightly. He holds out his hand, palm up to take hers. “Pourquoi bonjour magnifies.” He leans down his head nodding slightly kissing the back of her knuckles. ”My name is Calix, pleased to meet you Miss.” he eyes Owen. “I see my friend here has wormed his way here. We were supposed to get drinks together, but…I don’t mind staying if he’d rather be here.” He looks at her slightly, his eyes gliding down her body. His mouth slightly open, his lips thin.

He hears her voice and pauses a moment, licking his lips. He claws at the lock. “Mae…” a flicker of panic goes across his face. His thoughts immediately switch from anger to panic. “Mae, love, Mae!” He claws at the lock, yelling, throwing his shoulder against the door. ”MAE!” He punches his fist into the door, huge slams and cracking. His knuckles turn red and start to bleed. He punches his fist through the doors, wood splinters shoot everywhere. ”MAE!” He screams when she doesn’t respond. He can hear her gasping. He puts his face up to the hole about the size of his fist. His fist drips with blood but he doesn’t care. ”Mae, come on honey.” He reaches his hand through the hole and tries to unlock the door.

Cedric stands in the middle of his bedroom, his hands curled in fists. Don’t reach. He shouldn’t, he wouldn’t. He reaches over to his bedside stand, picking up his flask and plugging his nose, tipping it and pouring every filthy drop of whisky down his dry throat. He sets it down and wipes his lips with the back of his arm. He stumbles out of his room down the hall. That horrible woman, ruining plans. he fiddles at her lock, banging at her door. ”Open up!”

Hmmm West Side Story? Lemonade Mouth? Descendants? Mean Girls? Trying to think of ones everyone could easily see or have seen. Something like Waitress wouldnt really work cause its hard to see, you know?

Crazy man XDDD

*has been here for a while* Hey mates-

He eyes her. ”So be it then.” He storms upstairs, angry as hell.

He stays silent for a moment. She will most certainly pay for this later. ”I do suppose so…can we send a personal carriage for them, or a ship. To bring them faster?”

He looks over, an angry look on his face. ”She’s joking, father. She would be delighted to move it to an earlier date.”

Can you walk backwards on stairs???

“Thank you father, I won’t disappoint.” He eyes her from the side, almost hoping she doesn’t say something against this. A voice comes from outside. (Whenever you are, I forget T-T) Its slightly deeper, more of a raspy touch to it like he is always speaking from the back of his throat. “Where is he?” Owen would recognize the distinct voice easily.