"Steve, I Know You, I've Known You Nearly My Entire Life. What Did You Do?" He Wasn't In A Jail Cell,

"Steve, I know you, I've known you nearly my entire life. What did you do?" He wasn't in a jail cell, so that was something.

But Becca was smart enough to know that Steve hadn't come straight home, he'd done something.

"C'mon, fess up."

@flashbacksech0esash asked: "STEVEN GRANT ROGERS!" (From Rebecca Barnes)

Unprompted asks | Always Accepting

"What?!" He groans, tilting his head back. He leans his head forward and purses his lips together, looking at Rebecca. "What did I do now?" He questions, wrinkling his nose a bit.

Evening Dress & Matching Spencer, c.1820

@VandA

Siena was usually put together, but the little sigh that left Siena when Allie kissed her was anything but put together.

And she was more than okay with that.

The second Allie's lips brushed hers and her hand came to rest at Siena's neck, Siena melted and chased after Allie's lips for more. This felt so right, and she needed more!

Biting her lip for a second, Siena leaned into the teasing touch along her jaw.

Allie whispering in she ear sent shivers down Siena's spine, butterflies erupting in her stomach at the thought of voicing what she wanted aloud.

"... Kiss me."

➳ siena rosso + my lord

"That is a very long and complicated story," Michael made note of the wedding ring on Peggy's finger.

"So, you married Fred." He couldn't help but sound disappointed, his feelings on Fred Wells had not changed in the slightest the entire time he'd been presumed dead, he did still very much regret quarreling with his sister the last time they spoke.

@flashbacksech0es ; "The last time we spoke, we argued. I'm sorry." (From Michael Carter)

The shock that courses through her is is cold, electrifyingly so. For a moment she feels as if she's dreaming. Years -- it's been years. More than that, he'd been...dead. Or -- he'd been presumed dead. She remembers the day her mother had received the letter.

Yet here he is, standing in her office. Years of espionage have made her suspicious, but she wants to believe that it really is him. He looks older -- a decade, at least. She knows that stranger things have happened, but...

She blinks back tears, her throat thick. She reaches out a hand, but it falls before she reaches him. "Michael -- what are you...how are you alive?"

"I'm not saying it can't be a useful quality." Daphne said with a small smile.

"All I want for you is to be happy, with someone worthy of you, though I think I need to find a better approach, we shouldn't be at odds, we are sisters." Maybe motherhood was helping Daphne see she hadn't always been good to her sister.

"You are amazing Elosie, I'm sorry I haven't always told you so."

"I am sure Simon would appreciate the endorsement." Daphne joked 'isn't so terrible' was a compliment when it came to Eloise.

"Maybe he has found you, he just hasn't approached you yet because he's intimidated." Daphne said, Eloise could be difficult to approach at times.