ChaosBisexualPirate
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WELCOME ONE AND ALL! This is a RP on a story I am trying to write but have come to a little bit of a block. Hopefully this will give me some inspiration on writing it out in full! I am not very picky when it comes to length but at least a paragraph (which is five or more sentences) is a must, grammar should just be to the point of being understood and preferably in third person. I mostly write fade to black for romance scenes, but otherwise I like putting a gritty spin on things so no minors interact with the post! And if you've made it this far, on with the prompt!
This is just the prompt, I'm down with creating something together based off of this or starting earlier off while MuseA/MuseB are in university even before that.
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The year is 1803 and MC had just returned from his travels across mainland Europe and all across Asia. At his current 26 years, he was considered a perpetual bachelor, always turning down all the marriage offers he had received through the years and never making his own. It was not his fault that he wished to explore the world and learn all the secrets it held before settling down (and if he could not to this day appreciate the female form besides their aesthetic beauty, you couldn’t really blame him).
He was the son of the one Marquess Capell and his foreing Italian maid. It was a slow but intense passionate romance as his mother would retell in his childhood years. Their difference in status being what they were, his mother had felt the need to quit the moment she had found out she was pregnant and disappeared into the peasantry. Marquess Capell however was entirely not willing to lose the love of his life and stopped at nothing to find her again. Thirteen years later when he and his ailing mother were found they were taken in by the Marquees, whose wife had died two years previous.
His now named father and mother married soon after, and he became the heir of the Marquessdom, taking the place of his newly found sister. Because of this they never truly got along, and she made his life a living hell. As soon as he could, he got out of dodge and went to the University of Oxford to study medicine where he graduated within three years. He then decided to just travel around exploring the world until he had no other choice than to return.
Now after being gone for almost 8 years his responsibilities had finally caught up with MC, when his father fell deathly ill. Now he was back at court after his self imposed exile to an England he barely recognized, a family that he did not know, his mother shut in her rooms grieving for her almost dead husband and never leaving his side, and a sister doing everything in her power to discredit him. At their latest meeting she had even brought her husband as an intimidation tactic. What he had been waiting and expecting had been a self centered aristocratic pain in the ass, but he had not expected to see HIM again. The one person MC wanted to see the most in this god forsaken land, and who was re-introduced as his sister's husband. The one man that had taken his heart and soul one summer in his last year of university, and had both gone their separate ways, knowing what they had could not be…the moment they had locked eyes across that room though…it was as if they had never separated.
This is just the prompt, I'm down with creating something together based off of this or starting earlier off while MuseA/MuseB are in university even before that.
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The year is 1803 and MC had just returned from his travels across mainland Europe and all across Asia. At his current 26 years, he was considered a perpetual bachelor, always turning down all the marriage offers he had received through the years and never making his own. It was not his fault that he wished to explore the world and learn all the secrets it held before settling down (and if he could not to this day appreciate the female form besides their aesthetic beauty, you couldn’t really blame him).
He was the son of the one Marquess Capell and his foreing Italian maid. It was a slow but intense passionate romance as his mother would retell in his childhood years. Their difference in status being what they were, his mother had felt the need to quit the moment she had found out she was pregnant and disappeared into the peasantry. Marquess Capell however was entirely not willing to lose the love of his life and stopped at nothing to find her again. Thirteen years later when he and his ailing mother were found they were taken in by the Marquees, whose wife had died two years previous.
His now named father and mother married soon after, and he became the heir of the Marquessdom, taking the place of his newly found sister. Because of this they never truly got along, and she made his life a living hell. As soon as he could, he got out of dodge and went to the University of Oxford to study medicine where he graduated within three years. He then decided to just travel around exploring the world until he had no other choice than to return.
Now after being gone for almost 8 years his responsibilities had finally caught up with MC, when his father fell deathly ill. Now he was back at court after his self imposed exile to an England he barely recognized, a family that he did not know, his mother shut in her rooms grieving for her almost dead husband and never leaving his side, and a sister doing everything in her power to discredit him. At their latest meeting she had even brought her husband as an intimidation tactic. What he had been waiting and expecting had been a self centered aristocratic pain in the ass, but he had not expected to see HIM again. The one person MC wanted to see the most in this god forsaken land, and who was re-introduced as his sister's husband. The one man that had taken his heart and soul one summer in his last year of university, and had both gone their separate ways, knowing what they had could not be…the moment they had locked eyes across that room though…it was as if they had never separated.
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