shinra’s Comments (group member since Sep 07, 2020)

emma !!!!! how are you??

DEVOOOOOO LOVE

hmhmhmhmhm i can do a post where dom finally notices they're there and gets upset that lou is there and tells her she needs to leave asap and go home

LMAO ACCURATE

catch dominic disappearing again like only a few days after this chaos. if maggie hops on i want to do the whole thing where laurie supplies dom with opium >:)

jenny jennjenn we gotta do something w noah and dom toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

okay am i supposed to post next or is someone gonna jump in??

LMAO okay uhhhh i like the idea of klaus talking to you first and dom is like "oh hell no" when he notices that klaus is flirting with her and cue the protective older brother mode and that's when he starts getting angry at her and berating her

AHHHH IM READY

hmmmmmm maybe we can use that picnic idea !! he plans a picnic trying to get back in her good graces and she's not having it and it can lead to another argument perhaps

                                                          ( i ) home at last

“Welcome home, Dom.”

Arms wrapped around his torso and his spine straightened and muscles tensed, body rigid from the foreign warmth of his sister’s hug, something that was once so mundane and familiar to him. Dominic’s hands clenched into a fist, knuckles white as his fingernails bit into his skin but then he relaxed when he heard muffled gasps of air against the woolen fabric of his uniform, clean and untouched by the grime of the trenches and the blood of his enemies and comrades alike. Tears soaked into the dark fabric and Dominic’s chest tightened even more, jaw twitching as he tried to keep his composure. He was silent when he finally moved, an arm wrapping around Lou’s back, reciprocating her embrace as he allowed her to cling onto him - or maybe he was the one that needed something to cling onto. He wasn’t sure.

The train station was bustling with people, rushing to and from the platforms. Military and civilian clothes mingled in the crowd as soldiers stepped off the steel giants and their loved ones frantically greeted them with tears and shouted words of gratitude that they made it back alive. There were cheers of congratulations and words of praise mixing with the loud metallic squeal of the train brakes as they pulled onto their respective platforms or departed to their next destination. Something about the air of excitement weighed on Dominic, eyebrows furrowing as his chin stayed rested on Lou’s head, the chaotic blues of his eyes sweeping across his surroundings, restless and wary of everything around him. There were no dig outs in the ground, no incessant spray of bullets, no crumbling buildings. Yet, he didn’t feel secure. He felt like a fish out of water. A sailor who swayed on his feet after a long voyage, bombarded by the unpredictability of the ocean.

The war was over but some part of his consciousness was still crawling through No Man’s Land.

He wasn’t sure for how long he had stood there. Probably too long but he didn’t make a move, rooted in his spot by Lou’s crushing hug that had knocked the air out of his lungs originally when she came barreling towards him early. The contact was perhaps his saving grace, acting as his mind’s tether to Earth, a temporary solution to how gravity had so easily abandoned him. Dominic hadn’t expected her to be waiting for him. He couldn’t exactly forget how furious she had been the day that she found out that he was leaving. Everyone was furious in that regard. His mother was driven to tears and anxiety and his father displayed his displeasure through brutal curses and a verbal lashing as he chewed into Dominic about how his actions were a blatant act of negligence to the crown. A prince had no place on the battlefield where thousands died he had said. If he died, then England died. Unfortunately for England, Dominic’s death wish was surely its Achilles heel.

Dominic, like so many others, was one of the blessed few that got sent home breathing whilst others were carried back in wooden coffins. For every man alive, at least ten were dead. That meant that the cost of Dominic’s still beating heart was the still hearts of ten. He hated it. He hated it all. The congratulations. The thankful tears. He hated himself for that bloom of relief he felt when his foot touched the cobblestone ground of the train station. Being alive wasn't a blessing. It wasn’t luck. It was quite the opposite.

Being home was the death sentence. The nail in his coffin.

yesyesyes let's do something !! i'm fine w pre or post. what are you feeling???

omg i definitely see dominic treating her like a child bc he has that overprotective side but also her being angry literally triggers his anger and he becomes guarded and doesn't want to admit or acknowledge that he got caught doing something wrong. also there's the fact that there's a lot of people there and he doesn't want them to find out he's the prince, especially klaus since he's a wembley.

the best kind of family reunion

omg i can imagine him telling her that she's not even supposed to be outside of the palace like completely ignoring the fact that he got into a bar brawl

we can have sibling tension where lou is disappointed and upset at him and dom kinda just brushes it off and possibly gets snappy

do itttttttttttttttttttttt

OMG THAT POST EMMA

dom seeing lou and he's literally like:


he's exposeddddddddddddddddddddddd

iM SO HYPED FOR YOU EMMA

SPILL THE TEA