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[9:49:40 AM] Liv: Omg what if eimear brings have back as a zombie [9:49:59 AM] Milli: That'll be the most awkward reunion ever. [9:50:13 AM] Milli: He did always love her for her braaaaaaaaaains
Orange blossom - Havelock
From Livinia
If Havelock could pick his child's gender and appearance he would make it male, with a blend of his and Livinia's features. Dark hair and golden eyes, Livinia's pale, creamy skin, his own drive and need for power.
He pulled her closer, pressed a kiss to her lips. "Then do it," he urged her. "Marry me, Livinia." He had no ring, no gold band with which to make a promise, but he drew forth a necklace from within his shirt. At the end of the silver chain hung a silver charm shaped like a dog whistle. Carefully, reverently, he unclasped the chain and placed it around her neck. Then he kissed her. "This will have to do until I can get you a proper ring." He looked into her eyes, deadly serious now. "Do you wish to do this now? We can find a priest, make it official. And then all Voros has is a piece of paper. He will not have you."
Whistle Necklace with Love Charm
The second day out and already he knew it wouldn't last long. A week at most and he'd be leading her back to civilization. His worries centered around finding shelter, finding food, keeping her going.
He should have worried about the guards and dogs on their trail, the threats that neither miles nor terrain could erase. And because of that he was bound and bleeding in the snow, his oldest companion laying dead, her whines ringing in his ears as his wife bled and pleaded for his life behind him. There would be no rest now. There would be no peace.
Havelock had taken his chances and had failed. His grief was a bitter pill.
Voros Valister waved a dismissive hand, keeping his unwavering gaze fixed upon her—regardless of whether she met it with her own eyes or not. When he spoke, it was in his usual, inflectionless tone, absent of almost entirely of any form of caring. “Wear whatever you wish, Livinia. White for feigned innocence. Red for the blood spilled because of your choices. Black—to show the world who you truly belong to now. It requires little thought from me.”
Green to show where her heart lies...
Nothing about the house had changed, but something was different. Vases were more likely not to have flowers and those flowers that were tended were of a darker hue. The servants, always inobtrusive, seemed to bristle with an unknown emotion, perhaps anger or even fear. And there was a sort of silence, not that of muffled shoes on thick carpet, but of a -lack- of sound: the chortle of a young man and the playful, gruff noises of a faithful hound. Though she didn't know it, Lady Valister was escorted into the same parlor where Claire Norrington had first met Havelock, a child his parents couldn't keep. There was a certain amount of poetry to it, that his presence in her life ended where it had began. She had been informed that the pair of them had left, had read Havelock's hasty, vague note. Had been told, later, of Livinia's marriage to the man they had been running from. Claire Norrington was not a woman who deluded herself. She knew what was coming. The parlor was a shining place, placed at a corner where windows in each wall could catch the afternoon light. The flowers in the vase on the central table were lilies. The couches and chairs were white with small flower patterns embroidered carefully in silk, meant to be admired more than occupied. Claire was the dark spot in the room, her dress a dark shade of green highlighted in blue. She sat on the couch, her saucer in one hand, teacup in the other, watching the world through the window. Claire looked up when Livinia was announced. She did not smile. "Lady Livinia."
Reblog if you've ever experienced this in RP or any kind of writing
Your eyes shine with the torrent of the sky, and I am breathless by the loss of your presence, forever to be gone beyond mine eye. I’ve lost my heart, my soul, and all my sense. And in the soundless moments between heartbeats, I inhale the memory of your love, and thus I expel the pain that creeps. Gone, gone, too soon! My fallen, broken, dove. Come back to me, and heal this pang! May death not steal your lips, your touch, your fire! Your brandied words that you sang, of love and life, heed not my husband’s venom’d ire! So I’m left, no love for my veins, without you, you who belongs to the pyre. May Grenth sing sweet, and take my pains. I die alone, bereaved.
By Livinia Valister
(OOC: I was bored and watching poetry at the Melee event. So I wrote my own for Liv’s lost love)
A return letter arrived, writ on pastel green parchment in a flowing hand. Livinia recognized it immediately,
My Dear Livinia,
I am glad beyond measure that your life has taken a turn for the better. I assume that this engagement and wedding is to your liking. If not, let me know immediately and something will be done to rectify the situation. I will not have Havelock’s wife pressed into yet another unwanted marriage. He would want you happy and so do I.
On to more pleasant things: how are your children? I do hope they get on well with your future husband. I would love to see them again when you have time. I understand with this event to plan, you are busy. Perhaps this summer? We have a fine litter of pups that I am sure they would love to frolic with.
I look forward to the engagement party and wedding. Thank you for thinking of me.
All the best,
Your Aunt Claire
The Wedding Invitations
Livinia sat down ather desk sighing heavily as she pulled out the quill and ink alongwith her parchment.
Dear Lady Luxelen,
Below are a list of invitees for the engagement ceremony, along with the additional wedding party, from me. I know not who Horatio means to invite, but I am sure he means to invite the entirety of the family, at the very least, for the wedding. You are, of course, invited to all such events, as you are running them.
Morgan Valister and Cylnara Valister
Derdrom Faulseeker
Ayofemi
Rachel Wong
Lady Mouna Kazmi-Volundir
Josephine Adler
For the wedding ceremony, the above are thusly approved along with those addition below.
The Voldundir family
The Savilles
Lady Renita Cartwright
Lady Denton
Baroness Charlotte Marlow
Mister Jackrel Blythe
Doctor November Morsus
I will admit that I know little else of who should receive an invitation otherwise, and am partly open to suggestion
-Livinia
Livinia sighed as she sent off the list of invitees, writing a much more personal one herself.
Dear Aunt Claire,
I hope you are well, we have not seen much of each other since my last visit some months ago, and for that I apologize. I have been courting a gentleman, whom I spoke of last time, much more seriously as of late. He has proposed to me, formally, and I have accepted. I would be honored, if you would attend my wedding ceremony and engagement party, though I understand it is rather short notice.
All my love,
Livinia