——@braveryhoe.
the big grin on his face, it should have made it obvious that something was up. ever since they were kids, he couldn’t help but smile after doing something to his someone else. ( now, doing something wrong in general, that was another story. ) he doesn’t even wait for his brother to question it, however— ❛ frances wanted me to tell you how good you did in your musical, and that she loved the girl that played beatrice’s dress. ❜
“pardon me, what the hell did you just say?” his words would have been scary (what with how with even a single word, john laurens could ensnare you) if there wasn’t a small smile creeping onto his features. “i bet i did amazing, didn’t i?” a small eyeroll before a clipped laugh, sharp and harsh like shards of glass. “i bet my daughter loved it as well…”