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

IT HAPPENED LIKE 4 TIMES

@inka:
hmmm i feel like maybe dominic could have a vague knowledge of the fact that the wembleys have an adopted sibling but he hasn't interacted with yetta really. perhaps he found out on his own, even before she came to england, that his father had an affair but only found out recently that he ended up having a child with yetta's mother so he'd definitely investigate that out of spite for his father but also because he doesn't like being in the dark about things.

@emma lets do an rp for the siblings !!!

@emma lou needs to tell her brother to control himself

Predictable yet interesting enough.

Dominic fought the urge the to chuckle, his bemused smirk hidden behind the rim of the glass. He watched with contentment as Klaus seemed to readily eat up the treat he had offered him from the palm of his hand. This is why Dominic enjoyed the gritty undertones of English society. English nobility were far too bland for his diverse palette. What he craved was to finally be surprised, something that could hold his genuine attention and Klaus was doing a decent enough job, entertaining the prince with how readily he took the bait. Dominic was a man that had England itself in the palm of his hand which meant that there were swarms of women and men who fought for the bragging rights to being able to say that they were able to seduce the golden child of House of Winchester. He was chased. He never did the chasing. And he didn’t plan on doing now despite the suggestive undertone burning in his crystalline irises and the flirtatious set of his lips, another intricate act by the enigmatic man that was the Crown Prince of England.

This wasn’t even the climax however.

His index finger tapped against the rim of his glass as his gaze picked apart the man before him, taking note of every mannerism, the way he phrased his words. It would take a fool not to realize that Klaus was adequately adept in the more lecherous aspects of human nature, enjoying the push and pull of lustful pursuits. However, unfortunately Dominic wasn’t the unassuming prey that he most likely thought he was, judging from the way the Wembley’s eyes burned a hole into him, not even attempting to hide their hunger. Of course, Dominic wasn’t against playing the role, downing the rest of his alcohol and discarding the now empty glass on the table beside. Leaning forward, his back lifted off the pillar as he smoothly closed the distance between them, his mouth practically ghosting against the shell of Klaus’ ear and a hand pressed against the chipped wood of the piller above Klaus’ head.

“Were you expecting a pity fuck?” He hummed, a slow wolfish grin forming on his lips, straight pearly rows of teeth making their appearance. “Only winners get the spoils of war, I’m afraid.”

He lingered for a few lasting seconds before he pulled back, nestling back comfortably in his original spot against his pillar as if the exchange never occurred. However, he had returned with the Klaus’ bottle of whiskey now in his possession, eyes connecting with the Wembley’s as he took a generous sip from it, relishing in the familiar taste of quality whiskey on his tongue.

Dominic was all too comfortable to the heat behind the Wembley’s gaze, drinking it in as the corners of his lips twitched with amusement. His tongue swiped out, licking up the droplets of whiskey on his glistening bottom lip as he observed close whilst the younger male observed him. Dominic always had a weakness for curls and Klaus’ thick head of wild bronze curls didn’t help the growing intrigue that burned through the prince. His hand moved, his glass tipping back as more rich whiskey poured down his throat, a thick eyebrow raised at the Wembley’s tainting words and the underlying tone of mischief behind them. But Dominic wasn’t quite interested in what he had to say. He was more focused on the full lips that the words had poured out from. Tempting images washed through his mind like the oceans waves lapping at the shore, coaxed out by Dominic’s budding inebriety. He entertained them for the few seconds it took Klaus to come closer to him, silently musing at the implications that came with tasting a Wembley. His father would be pissed. Laurie would be pissed. But most importantly, Dominic would have his due share of satisfaction for the night. That is if he wasn’t disappointed.

Despite his status in society, Dominic wasn’t oblivious to Klaus’ reputation. He was a wild child who wrought havoc in the streets of The Burrows. Of course, all the Wembleys were cut from the same cloth, but from what he knew Klaus was another breed of his own, crossing lines that weren’t supposed to be crossed. However, everything Dominic had heard were fleeting rumours, whispered from the lips of common folk and drunken patrons who gossiped over the counters and tables in pubs. And even if he chose to believe them, was he looking for trouble tonight? Well, there was no point in pondering that thought. He always was which is why he contently egged him on and decided to pose his own challenge.

Dominic’s eyes shifted away from Klaus towards the girl in question, who still stood quite blissfully unaware of the situation that had formed because of her. Brunette waves tumbled past her shoulders, animated chuckles leaving rosy lips as she sat happily amongst her friends. It wasn’t love at first sight for Dominic. It never was. She was just an opportunity for a bit of entertainment to close off his escapade. But for some reason, he wanted to snuff out that confident gleam in Klaus' blue-eyed stare.

“Well, aren’t you bold?” Dominic drawled out lazily, lips forming into a Chesire smirk, humming slightly in acknowledgement. Teeth scraped against his bottom lip briefly as he leaned his head back, his jaw clenching as if he was in a state of deep thought. “How about a wager?”

The burn of Irish whiskey as it went down his throat was almost therapeutic to Dominic, lips pressed against the rim of a deep glass cup amidst the bustling patrons, eyes appreciating the sight of a girl across the room. The taste of alcohol on his tongue washed away his earlier irritation that had drove out to sneak away from the palace in the first place like a thief in the night. It had taken a bit of effort to get past his sister, who had been bristling with curiosity over his father’s announcement over dinner that evening at dinner - a marriage prospect. Marriage? It was quite news to Dominic. If it was up to him, he’d die happily an unmarried man. But just like all the other heir apparents before him, he was expected to wed and produce a heir to continue on the vicious cycle of the entrapment that was the throne.

From what his father had told him, his prospective bride was what he would expect. An English lady from a respectable noble family. Wellmannered and adept in skills such as sewing, painting and playing the piano. All things that Dominic could care less about yet he was expected to spend his life pretending to for the sake of the throne. In that regard, he wondered if his father actually loved his mother. He doubted it. What the king really loved was the image being married to a woman like Queen Anne gave him. His mother was a woman in a league of her own, too good for what she had to put up with. She’d probably have a fit if she saw him now, blending in quite nicely with the ruffians that filled the chairs of the bar he was in instead of being safely behind the walls of the palace at this time of night.

Speaking of ruffians, his concentration was plucked away by a voice, loud enough for him to hear over the bolstering chatter of the bar. His blue eyes drifted away from the woman and landed on the culprit, eyeing him curiously as he took a long drink from his glass, silently trying to put a name to his face. The Winchester was less than impressed when he realized it was a Wembley of all people. Not Laurie but his younger brother Klaus.

“I saw her first.” He mused, lips forming into a taunting smirk as he leisurely leaned against the pillar behind him. “You should go back to sleep, Wembley. Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

this was me honestly

@maggie:
oKAY SO I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THESE IDEAS !!! i actually wanted dom to have a secret opium problem after he came back from the war !! omg so for the secret love thing, it would be hella interesting if it was an unrequited love kinda thing. like laurie could develop feelings for dom which would probably make things super complicated between them and also more sibling drama between klaus and laurie !! also the fact the dom is the crown prince would make it even more hectic since laurie hates the monarchy

@inka:
im loving this whole bastard sibling collab !! we should talk about yetta's dynamic with dom because he's the crown prince and also like his father's number one anti-fan

                      
                          DOMINIC                             VALENTIN                          WINCHESTER
              ❝ might be a sinner, might be a saint but this holy ground burns my feet and this               sour wine tastes bittersweet. dulce et decorum est pro patri mori. it is sweet and               fitting to die for one's country. yet i breathe when others cannot. ❞
              ──────────────────────────────────────── twenty-three
                                                                                                                                     crown prince

Dominic hated the throne. Or perhaps, he just hated the man that sat on it. He hated how he never had a choice to take control of his own life. He hated how the responsibility was put on him since he first opened his eyes. He was to be the perfect prince, the perfect heir, the perfect brother, the perfect son. And the funny thing is he was. He excelled at every aspect of his life, possessing a predisposition for greatness, a mind that was told to rival that of the famed Greek philosophers of old and a charm that woed the masses. Dominic, in every way was a king in the making - a king that had the potential to make history, a testament to the principles and noble values the House of Winchester prided themselves on. Things came far too easily for him both because of his status in society and his natural talent.

But where there is light, there is always darkness.

Just like everything else, lying was another thing he was far too good at. After the war, Dominic began chasing a life of scandal, using that pristine immaculate reputation as a cover for his more scandalous lifestyle, that definitely could taint his public image. Being the crown prince was more of a role in a play. He put on a pretty smile and fooled others into believing that he was every bit of a saint when he was anything but. He was tired of the security that being a royal gave him and he was tired of having to carry the weight of England’s future on his shoulders. And most of all, he hated playing into his father’s desires. Of course, he wanted the throne. There was no question that he loved England. But he wanted it in his terms where he didn’t have to restrain his own desires and wants in order to get it. Maybe his way of thinking was selfish. It was entirely possible.

But at the end of the day, he didn’t care. He just wanted to have as much fun as possible before God Save the King was directed towards him.

JAMMY REALLY POPPED OFF OMG

omg everyone's characters look so gooooooooooood

hi elle !!!

maggieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee let's discuss laurie and dom and STIR UP SOME DRAMA AND FEUDING

jENNY YOURE SO CUTE LMAO

welcome inka !! <3

                               ❝ saw you at the front lines,
                               

                               
                                                               enemy or ally? i do not know. ❞

laurie as a nickname is so cute omg pls

maggie maggie maggieeeeeeeee we need to collab since i have to oldest royal kid and you have the oldest wembley hehe

eleanoraaaaaaaaaaaaaaa