Art Would Be Lying If He Said He Was Sad About The News Of The Judges Death. Hed Heard About It In The

Art would be lying if he said he was sad about the news of the judge’s death. He’d heard about it in the papers, but he hadn’t said anything about it until Johanna came to him and told him. He doesn’t know who killed him. He doesn’t care. The only important thing is that he’s dead and he can’t hurt Johanna anymore. He doesn’t blame her for not being here. She has a funeral to plan and she has so many things to worry about.

He sits up and gently tugs her into his side. “I don’t blame you. I’ll never blame you. You’ve been busy, my love.” They could run away. There’s nothing holding them back now. If he ran away, would Tashi look for him? Would Patrick? He doesn’t know. He doesn’t want to know. He rubs her shoulder and kisses her temple. “Stay with me tonight?” It feels incredibly selfish to ask her such a thing when she’s still trying to figure everything out, but he can’t help it. “Tashi’s out somewhere. We’ll have the house to ourselves.” And they can plan their escape.

@notefinal's a.rthur d.onaldson sent: [ REST ] sender places their head in receiver’s lap.

❝ he's dead. ❞

it feels melodramatic, really. theatrical, yet wrong. this is the kind of news that she would burst into the library with, wet coat sticking to her skin and hair dripping on the floor while lighting cracks outside. there hadn't been the slightest hint of a drizzle when she heard the news herself. her footsteps were heavy as she tried to tie a dressing gown around herself. ( the housekeeper insisted that she didn't waste time getting dressed for this news. ) a constable that she recognized from prior events sat her down to deliver such somber news. he had no idea that she wouldn't be the sobbing widow on her news begging for it to not be so.

no, johanna had gripped her skirts, blinked, and stared him right in the eye to confirm it for her. ( "yes, madam, i'm afraid your husband was murdered...only a few hours ago. . ." ) it was the best news of her life.

why does she still feel numb from it?

the back of her hand rests on art's shoulder. fingers ache with a tingle to run through his hair, twist this moment into something wonderful. he's dead. isn't that perfect? now we can finally run away. . . there is still tashi. there is still patrick. johanna is still a new widow with a young daughter and a black dress that her maid sets out for her every morning, but she ignores it.

❝ i don't know if you had heard from the papers already, ❞ she continues in a mumble, ❝ but i wanted to tell you in person. he was murdered a few nights ago. the police are still looking into why. . . apparently, there were multiple deaths that night. ❞

her guardian. her husband. her rapist. her own murderer.

she grits the back of her teeth. he should have been killed long ago. she should be celebrating. [ JUDGE FOUND DEAD. . . MASSACRE IN BARBER'S SHOP. . . "BLOOD EVERYWHERE," WITNESS SAYS. . . ] even the papers seem to have more soul than she does.

voice steady, just as it was when she explained things to laura. the same tone as when she promised her daughter that they would get out of new york as soon as this is all over with. her throat only tightened when she asked about lily and art. johanna can't bring herself to hope.

a long sigh. ❝ that's why i haven't come around lately. i'm sorry for ignoring you. that's not what i meant. i-i-i. . . there's so much you have to do to prepare for a funeral and the house and the inheritances. . . ❞ a pause. ❝ i don't know how to pretend that i'm a grieving widow. i don't want to pretend. ❞

send me a ⭐ if im one of your favorite mutuals and explain why

me adding the borden twins from the prestige to my carrd is just me wondering wtf to put them down as. like do i only add one? do i add both? is it alfred and fallon or albert and frederick? should i do albert “alfred” borden and frederick “fallon” borden? would that even work? (bc they were both alfred and fallon so like. idk what to do)

currently they’re down as albert “alfred” borden and frederick “fallon” borden but that could change in like. two minutes

starter call! if you don’t specify muse, you’re getting whoever’s on the brain when i go to write the starter.

good luck, babe! is an art/patrick song, but it’s also an patrick/tashi song. i know this because chappell roan and luca guadagnino themselves told me.

He’s not entirely sure how he’s going to do it. Getting off Auradon was easy. He just had to steal something. Getting off the Isle is going to be harder. Evie can’t steal something and be sent away. People steal all the time here. She could try to steal something of value to her mother, but he doubts that would end the way she wants it to. The Evil Queen is called the Evil Queen for a reason, after all.

“Not sure yet.” He glances at her and then away. “Cause ya can’t do what I did. They ain’t gonna care like Auradon does.” He runs a hand through his hair. “We’ll come up with somethin’, don’t worry.”

@notefinal : continued / featuring riff.

IS       THIS       WHAT       HOPE       WAS       SUPPOSED       TO       FEEL       LIKE?       if       so,       she       wished       for       this       feeling       to       never       end       :       the       rapid       beat       of       heart,       rosy       hue       adorned       cheeks       —       it       was       rather       electrifying!             ❛       WAIT,       REALLY?       ❜             her       response       is       instant,       cherry       painted       lips       threaten       to       curl       upwards,       porcelain       features       reflecting       a hint of excitement.                 ❛       and       how       exactly       are       you       going       to       do       that?       ❜