A CLASSIC BEAUTY.    (   fortunestole.    )

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        it feels as if her blood has turned to pins and needles: it rushes through her veins with a ferocious intensity, gathering on the apples of pale cheeks as she listens to the man speak to his guest. each time she thought it safe to steal a glance, he would be staring right back; fervent gaze unfaltering as he sips champagne.

        cathy knows who he is       her friends haven’t stopped talking about him since they arrived       JAMES PATRICK MARCH, entrepreneur and architect to the stars. he’s the host of this party ( the grand opening of his hotel ), and she must introduce herself sometime, lest she be considered rude.

        ‘  mr. march,  ‘   she starts, her melodic french lilt tumbling softly from red-painted lips,   ‘  my name is catherine de sauveterre. i’m here with a friend       a few, in fact       but … i wasn’t invited. you see, i … didn’t want to seem discourteous by crashing your party and neglecting to, at least, introduce myself.  ‘

        delighted guests could be seen everywhere: bottles of champagne clearing just as he expected, the sound of laughter practically echoing around such a vast room. it was a success, his business was a success. from his perfected decoration skills when the subject was architecture to what that very same building truly meant: his very own gruesome palace. 

        and he’s been talking    ————-     something in the lines of cinema, bohemian marching powder and exeter. between sips and exchanged gazes with a golden haired belle.  a false exclamation is enough to end a tedious conversation, his following stern, and yet amazed look at the very same moment that man walked away being obvious to know he would be joining james patrick march’s after party. 

        at last, he’s approached.    ‘    yes ?    ‘     a serious tone is given, his brief time of full attention being interrupted.  a courteous smile took place instead when he realized    -    it was the woman his eyes had been set upon on.  fingertips reached out for her petite hand, placing a small kiss so as the gentleman he had grown to be.     

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        ‘     ahhh, a true pleasure to meet you, ms. de sauveterre. please, do accept my apologies, for had i known such a classic beauty would’ve been in my party .. i would personally have invited you myself.   ‘      not a lie, however. and he’d let it to be known - by his own quick glance at his long time maid who could’ve been seen serving a few drinks.    ‘      i am james march, as you are already aware .. and as the host of this event, i do hope you’re finding yourself able to enjoy everything my hotel has to offer.    ‘ 

 



comicslams:

Love Letters No. 20, April 1952

 



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WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT MY BB SLKDFSDLKF IM BLUSHING SO MUCH NOW TBH OK THIS MEANS SO MUCH TO ME ??? ESPECIALLY COMING FROM U BC UR AN AMAZING ROLEPLAYER AND CATHY IS MY SOUL ???? THANK U SO MUCH BB !!!! ILYSM && OUR CHILDREN && CATHY’S FOREVER JAMES WIFE OK <33333333333333 (( even tho hes trash king jimmy march )) 

  



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♚ —— fortunestole​.

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❛   … why  ?   ❛  it’s a simple word  ;  straightforward, yet complex in its entirety. it doesn’t matter that he’d killed the girl afterward. it doesn’t matter that he hadn’t meant to be caught  ━  none of it matters,  for he’d  betrayed  her trust. tears threaten to spill onto pale skin but she forces them back, determined to appear stoic.  ❛   why  would you do this to me  ?  i love you.  i love you  …  LOOK  at me, james  !   ❛

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        eyebrows knitted themselves together in a furrow ; he can not understand. not the emotion itself  (  or is it?  ), as for not only he is able to distinguish pain, such as most kind of feelings, james knows her love towards him is undying. the said phrase, however, he can not place.     ❛    catherine,     ❜  his tone was firm, albeit not stern. enough for her to listen, nonetheless.    ❛    what do i say about emotions?     ❜    not the best comment for a husband to make, yet truthful march would be to his own self. spending an entire life with someone he wasn’t able to show his true colors and passions was an abominable thing, as for his facade would only go so far. luckily catherine not only seemed to accept them, but also share. spoken words coming from parted lips seemed to have a different sound now, one far more… approachable.     

                                  ❛    tell me, my dear… what have i done to upset you?     ❜  

 



eins

i was born with the devil in me. i could not help the fact that i was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing.

zwei

independent and selective james patrick march from american horror story.

canon divergent.

drei

portrayed by lo, gmt -3.

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