+ maisiecharming, justordinaryclara
maisiecharming:
“He’s stuck with Minerva. Tried to leave her shortly after, uh, an event. My father threatened to banish him from the kingdom, and we decided that it was probably better for him to marry her.” Maisie scoweled. “That’s why I ran away. I’m trying to get my father to see how much he means to me, and if we cant be with eachother, my father has to let Minerva be heir, and he definitely doesn’t want her prissy ass as queen.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” Clara whispered, “I know that sounds really fake, but, I am. Do you mind if I ask what this “event” was that caused everything to fall apart? I’m just wondering, you… you don’t have to tell me anything, and I’d prefer it if you didn’t if you feel awkward about it.”
(Source: claramariontyler)
+ maisiecharming, justordinaryclara
maisiecharming:
“That’s beautiful, Clara.” Maisie could just imagine it. Well, no actually, she couldn’t, but she could try. She assumed they’d fallen in love immediately, no hesitation, no drawbacks. “I wish that could be Finn and I. Running together away from everything.”
“Well it could be, you never know until you give it time. Why are you so sure he wouldn’t do that?” Clara inquired, stirring her tea.
(Source: claramariontyler)
+ maisiecharming, justordinaryclara
maisiecharming:
“No, it’s all right. I don’t remember her that well, anyways.” She took another sip of tea. “I’m sure I won’t think you’re a fraud. The stories are probably all really interesting! I’ve only ever heard fiction. It would be amazing to heard a first hand account!”
“Alright, but I’m warning you now, I’m a rubbish story teller.” Clara smiled, “Okay, well my parents first met when Dad blew up Mum’s job, she was going to give a friend of her’s the lottery money he had won, when she heard a banging in one of the storage rooms. She worked at Henrich’s by the way. So, she heard a noise and so she went into the room and the door slammed shut behind her, and of course she thought somebody was trying to pull a joke on her. When she turned around from trying to open the door, one of the mannequins had started walking towards her. Like I said she thought it was one of her mates pulling a prank, but nobody answered her. And the shop window dummies, they had her up against the wall and were about to kill her when Dad showed up, grabbed her hand and said, “Run.” He blew up her job a couple minutes later and told her to forget about him.” Clara grinned at the thought, “She was 19, and they’ve been running ever since.”
(Source: claramariontyler)
+ maisiecharming, justordinaryclara
maisiecharming:
“She was a very intelligent woman. She understood the whole ‘youngest of twelve sisters’ thing. My mother was the youngest of thirteen.” Maisie took a few sips. “She died when I was little.” Coughing, she set the tea down. “I’d love to hear some stories of yours!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you remember…” Clara stared at her own mug, “Well, everyone thought that my Mum had died for a while, I don’t remember much of it, but I know she was really sick or she was close to death… it would’ve killed Dad if she had died though. I can’t quite recall how she got better.” She shrugged, “Are you sure? Cos I’m pretty sure you’re gonna think I’m making this all up.”
(Source: claramariontyler)
+ maisiecharming, justordinaryclara
maisiecharming:
“Well, yeah. Finn and I have this connection. I always explain it like there’s an earthquake every time we look at each other because thats what my Mother used to say, and I feel it too.”
“Your mother must be very smart, cos that’s beautiful. If you have a connection with someone, then you’re very lucky.” Clara sipped her tea, “I haven’t seen my Mum in a while, it’s probably cos she’s always busy traveling with my Dad. Oh, their stories… you should hear some of them.”
(Source: claramariontyler)
Clara, darling…
sonofabastard:
Carter talked briefly with Clara’s mum before slamming the phone down and running in to see his girlfriend. “It’s perfect! Okay, I’ve gotta go drop the little one off, can you be ready by the time we’re back? We’re running a bit late. Okay, bye!” He kissed her briefly before dashing out of the room, giggling happily at their daughter to keep her from crying at the sudden movement.
“See you later.” She called after him, smiling lazily to herself, “I s’pose I better get changed now…” Clara muttered, tugging off her t-shirt and pulling on the dress. She glanced in the mirror, and ran her fingers through her hair, “Yeah, that oughta do.”
+ maisiecharming, justordinaryclara
maisiecharming:
“Okay, sure thing. I’ve never really been out of the palace, and we’re all trained to speak a certain way so- I don’t really know how to speak normally, I guess. The only person I’ve ever spoken to like that is Finn, and Minerva I guess, but that’s only ‘cause I’m all ‘sassy’ to her.” Maisie laughed. “Finn said that.”
“Well you sound fine if you ask me, maybe a little nervous, but you talk pretty normally. You really like this Finn, don’t you?” Clara grinned.
(Source: claramariontyler)
+ maisiecharming, justordinaryclara
maisiecharming:
“All three, please! Actually, on second thought.. Just the sugar. I’ve got to try fitting in, don’t I?”
“Is Carter your boyfriend?”
Clara laughed, “Sugar it is.” She dropped two cubes in and stirred, “If you want a tip, I suggest loosening up a bit, you don’t have to act like you’re going to make a mistake every second if you don’t.” She brought the two mugs out and handed one to Maisie, “Yeah he is, well more fiancé now.”
(Source: claramariontyler)
Clara, darling…
sonofabastard:
“Great! Go get dressed, I’ll call your Dad- Wait no, maybe your Mom? Or Aunt Donna. Lily needs a sitter.” Carter dashed over to the kitchen and grabbed the home phone, redialing number after number, trying to figure out who to call.
“Mum or Donna would be the better option I think. You know what happened the last time we talked to Dad…” Clara called as she ran to the bedroom and riffled through the closet and pulled out a dress, “You think this’ll do?”
Clara, darling…
sonofabastard:
“Clara! There’s this thing going on, you want to go with me? I know we’re not in high school, or secondary school as you say, but would you care to go to Tumblr Prom with me?”
Clara bit her lip, biting back a smile, “I would love to, Carter. You didn’t even have to ask.”
