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a gentle smile crosses his lips. he’s used to extravagant things, but gestures like this from his knight aren’t one of them.

“must you do this every time?” he inquires, voice hushed. though, he willingly extends his hand every time.
taken a knee at @pollenkeep.bsky.social's feet, gloved hand holding his like a heavy touch might tarnish unblemished skin. he leans to press his mouth to the backs of his fingers. the king, he loathes. his son, not so much.
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ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ 𝔩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙨 anything, because ɴᴏ
ᴏɴᴇ 𝔩ives 𝔩𝙤𝙣𝙜 enough to see the 𝓹𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓈.
#sdvrp | #mvrp : medieval event.
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austin contemplates, giving will a once-over. god, it would be a lot cheaper. after a few moments of silence, he reaches for the phone to cancel in defeat.

“how long is it gonna take you?” he asks will as he waits for the people to pick up, receiver pressed to his ear.
"then don't be in debt," will says, adopting that easy air exclusively reserved for whenever he wants to make a sale. desperate times call for friendly measures. "get the money back to me soon as you can 'n it'll be like nothin happened."
“i’m also not the sort to be in debt to my new neighbors.” he replies, crossing his arms. meadow lingers near will’s legs, sniffing curiously. “don’t need that hanging over my head when i can’t get it back in time.”
“i’m also not the sort to be in debt to my new neighbors.” he replies, crossing his arms. meadow lingers near will’s legs, sniffing curiously. “don’t need that hanging over my head when i can’t get it back in time.”
"peachy. he'll charge a towing fee 'n put enough pins for it to hold for a coupla months, then when yer gal breaks down you'll be left upstream without an oar ta paddle with." hand comes to rest on the counter. "you don't strike me as the stupid sort."
“yeah?” he doesn’t have a clue in the world about cars, but that can’t be good. he slides the cake out of the pan and onto a cooling rack, frowning when he burns his fingers a little. “i’ve got a guy coming to check it out. he’s leaving in two hours.”
“yeah?” he doesn’t have a clue in the world about cars, but that can’t be good. he slides the cake out of the pan and onto a cooling rack, frowning when he burns his fingers a little. “i’ve got a guy coming to check it out. he’s leaving in two hours.”
hearing skittering paws, he closes the door behind him. dark eyes shine at the end of the hall. he pets the mutt as he passes by, following his voice to the kitchen.

⠀"bad news is yer cylinder head's busted," will says, taking an absent sniff.
when he hears the door click open, austin sighs. meadow stands from her bed and stretches, suddenly alert as she makes her way towards the sound.

“will?” he calls for confirmation, still mixing the glaze for the steaming cake. he scoops some up on his finger, popping it into his mouth. too sweet.
when he hears the door click open, austin sighs. meadow stands from her bed and stretches, suddenly alert as she makes her way towards the sound.

“will?” he calls for confirmation, still mixing the glaze for the steaming cake. he scoops some up on his finger, popping it into his mouth. too sweet.
patience wearing thinner than the lick of colour rubbed off on his fingertips, will tries the door handle. bloke doesn't seem all that high and mighty about manners anyway.
austin’s got a guy on the phone within minutes. the quoted price makes him cringe and grip the phone cord. how many muffins can he sell to make that back?

when he hangs up the oven dings. he sighs in frustration, sliding his oven mitts on as he enters the kitchen.
huh. he wasn't aware fairies took house calls. will waits for him to leave then takes a pair of gloves tucked into the back of his belt, unscrewing the oil cap to see the clouded insides. what he sees makes him click his tongue. best to poke around.
what’s up his ass today? he grunts in frustration.

“i better call mine up then, huh?” time is money on this fine morning and the mechanic in the town over will take a few hours. leaving the hood open to air out, he makes his way back inside.
what’s up his ass today? he grunts in frustration.

“i better call mine up then, huh?” time is money on this fine morning and the mechanic in the town over will take a few hours. leaving the hood open to air out, he makes his way back inside.

shifting his jaw, irritated. does this guy reckon it'll only take a jiff? "despite my good looks 'n pleasing demeanour, i ain't yer fairy godmother," he grumbles, but he steps over the barbed wire and comes close for a gander, pointed stake in hand.
cue his eyebrow raising. “i won’t have cash to deal if i can’t get my stuff down to the booth today.” he places a hand on the car, and gazes off in thought. “i’ve got a cake in the oven, if that changes anything.”
cue his eyebrow raising. “i won’t have cash to deal if i can’t get my stuff down to the booth today.” he places a hand on the car, and gazes off in thought. “i’ve got a cake in the oven, if that changes anything.”

"𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 don't put supper on the table," he grunts as he drives the stake into the ground. "call when you deal in cash."
raising a hand to use it as a visor for his eyes against the blazing sun, a grin curls onto his lips. “somethin’ like that.” he replies.

“you got time to come check this out for me? there’s goodies in it for you.”

fence is a generous term for some rusted barbed wire curled low to the ground, stooped with age. he's got two wooden stakes under his arm, dead set on measuring the perimeter for a new fence. fitzroy-quality this time.

⠀⠀"trouble in paradise?"
pinching the bridge of his nose. the car won’t start. stepping out, he pops the hood open. smoke can’t be good. fuck.

looking up to see @oilslicked.bsky.social over the back fence. he waves, attempting to grab his attention.
pinching the bridge of his nose. the car won’t start. stepping out, he pops the hood open. smoke can’t be good. fuck.

looking up to see @oilslicked.bsky.social over the back fence. he waves, attempting to grab his attention.
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“these beauties? and just what do you need hives for, mr. fitzroy?” following a few feet behind, watching closely.

⠀⠀"keepin' honey bees sure does make a fella sweet."

⠀⠀circling the row of hives, taking very little heed of his company. "say, you got the specs for these? i'd like a couple of me own."
“i can see that.” clicking his tongue. he isn’t too keen on people snooping around his property.

“and does walton fitzroy from the health department want a cup of coffee for his hard work?”
“i can see that.” clicking his tongue. he isn’t too keen on people snooping around his property.

“and does walton fitzroy from the health department want a cup of coffee for his hard work?”

⠀⠀single glance over his shoulder. "ello ello. walton fitzroy from the health department. just makin' sure everything's up to standard, mate. no worries."
raising an eyebrow at the sight as he comes around the back. he approaches, arms crossed over his chest.

“can i help you with somethin’ there?”
raising an eyebrow at the sight as he comes around the back. he approaches, arms crossed over his chest.

“can i help you with somethin’ there?”

⠀⠀poking round the keeper's precious beehives. hands on his knees, stooped down to get a look at the handiwork.
stepping out of his house and stretching. he slept like a rock.