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AURECTES ⸺ dependent writing blog associated with gildedfms , featuring evangeline astor , anita dupont , jonathan quinn. penned by diana.

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“She wants what she wants when she wants it and she is prone to make every one around her pretty miserable when she doesn’t get it.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)
with evangeline astor @aurectes
oportunistic gaze raked the room in the search for someone worthy of his time, flicking from attendee to attendee with growing disappointment before a glimpse of golden hair pulled at his attention. their first meeting had been brief but the impression a lasting one when he had made note of her surname. he took a moment to study the scene before making his move, finding no traces of boredom resting on her features. but his own vanity led him to believe that whomever she was engaged with was a poor substite for his own company. decision made he smoothly entered the conversation, niceties given before he chose his moment. head titled as he looked at the blonde, feigning as though he had seen something to cause worry to kindle within him. "are you quite well, miss astor? you look parched, let us see what we can find you." arm was offered along with concern, backhanded as it was. the whole thing was a sham - she looked nothing short of perfect and he was certain both she and everyone else in the room would know that. a few steps away were taken, confidence ever unshaking, and a hand raised to summon a lingering waiter. "a drink for miss astor." gaze focused back on her intently, indicating that the help should await her instruction.
a moment of hesitation, prompted by the disarming rose-scented insult, silenced the exchange of words between the three. and there, evageline noted, was the very expression etched across his rather handsome face of a smug disposition. she knew it well, as she too often held her nose with high regard in the presence of others as if her own importance should be known. regarded by such a gesture, a tilt of golden blonde curls now acknowledged him undoubtedly and so too did her present company. a mister doyle, tall in stature, worldly in his travels, but a name that soured her image of the man much like puckered lips to a lemon drop plucked from a candy tin placed on the tongue. “ how very astute of you, mister whitmore. ” danity was the grasp she claimed, ink colored lace gloved fingers against the sturdy fabric of a suit jacket. five paces from mister doyle were made, the duration of the bitten tongue that kept any quip dancing behind her lips until, “ it is known to be quite an awful thing to tell a lie. ” hands clasped together in front of the black silk skirt of her dress, evangeline a portrait perfect image of what every young lady ought to strive for even in the stillness with only hazel eyes daring to look heavenward. “ maybe it is not a good thing to be in the company of someone who isn't entirely truthful, ” evangeline stated mildly with the corners of rosebud shaded lips nearly tugged upwards at the corners.
FEATURING , AVI ... ( @moonshxncs ) after the travel to new york , the home of their late second cousin george dupont.
despite grandeur and idyllic fancies that covered the walls with a lightness and colorful paper, or the pillows fluffed to perfection and new drapery that never quite appealed to anita's vision, a golden cage was still very much just that, a cage. behind the dressed-up-looking glass, the dupont's new confines appeared to be the only place where judgmental whispers for the newcomers were reduced to the prying eyes and pressed noses against single - pane windows from across fifth avenue. there was one room, however, that even with a large floor-length glass panel, prying eyes seemed to stray — the late george dupont's library. a large room yet untouched with aged old shelves and a rather gentlemanly color palette that only need a man in a seat by the desk with a smoking cigar between his lips and ink-stained fingertips to truly create the the tonal image. this, she thought to distraction, all while balancing to reach a book even her long limbs could not procure. breathless, a sigh left the lungs of the dupont daughter when a creek in the hallway floorboard sent her nearly tumbling. “ avi! ” she whispered sharply when his attire pulled into question his whereabouts at such a late hour. “ why are you dressed like that? ”
SIMONE ASHLEY as KATE SHARMA BRIDGERTON — 2.03: “A Bee in Your Bonnet”

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𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙽.
𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝚅𝙰𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙿𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝚈𝙾𝚁𝙺𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝙳 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚄𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳.
he hadn't expected the woman in front of him to have such an attitude or deny him the seat next to her. perhaps he'd already stepped on some high society lady's toes before even knowing their name. With raised eyebrows Thaddeus pointed a finger to himself and looked at the woman, seizing him up as if his clothes determined if he could sit next to her or not. What a vile creature, he thought as he so carefully pretended to smile. "oh, no I'm afraid that is not my name." he smiled and simply did so for a few moments before bowing courtly. "forgive me miss, I'll find a different seat." with that he went to the row behind her, vacant from people and to everyone's disposal it seemed.
Thaddeus seated himself in the spot behind the one he'd asked about. the row he was on slowly began to fill up. leaning forward he put his arms on the back of the bench she was on, letting his eyes rest on her. "mister Bryce seems like a lucky man - getting to sit next to someone with such piercing eyes." if he could vomit he would, internally he was. Then again, would he mind stealing this one's fortune? Not at all, with such an attitude he'd have no problem leaving her behind crying in a ditch either. "what is your name miss?"
the sound of frivolous giggles and hushed whispers would later echo the mockery of this exchange, but for now, it was a look. a glance exchanged between the girls that managed more judgment than any words could have produced upon the man's staggered exit of their row. appearances kept the blonde from exaggerated gestures, anything more than apparent consolation would sully the grace and prestige of the astor name, even if this was for a publisher — how utterly appearance based this attendance truly was for so many who shared indifference guised as sorrows. a fact shared between evangeline and the girl she was about to lean over to whisper to when he returned, a ghost - like presence that hovered behind her with notes so melodic to her ears, or would have been if such comments hadn't been as frequent as scandals in this city for the girl with golden hair. “ i would assume that really depends on who does sit here, ” she divulged with such a sickly sweet smile that every drop of candy at the fifty - seventh street confectionery could not compare. “ but you can let them know, can't you miss bryce? whoever does sit here is so very lucky? ” evangeline addressed the girl who gleefully partook in such frivolous teasing. “ why, of course, miss astor. ” red curls bounced in reply with the answer the man sought after, and evangeline, she gave no such reply.
FEATURING , CORDELIA ... ( @reviiraes ) after the memorial service of george dupont.
“ did you see her? the woman mrs. buchanan nearly fainted over just from a retelling of the ordeal? ” patrons in black, mourning the death of a man most hardly allotted a greeting to appeared like crows on a rain soaked gardens ground, collectively picking at the remains of what social status they could claim from this. it wasn't any wonder a group of them had been named a murder. “ and i thought miss davis in grey would be the most scandalous one here. ” evangeline's attention snagged on the english girl stationed to her left she'd claimed a friendship with the very moment wealth and status seemed to be favorable. by all accounts it was, a mutual exchange of social wealth that diana astor from her perch a few paces off mingling with others would not swell with judgment ladened expressions etching across her stoic features.
“She’s sparkling. A sense of responsibility would spoil her. She’s too pretty.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful And Damned

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ⸻ with evangeline astor ( @aurectes ) at the astor residence before the opera sponsored by the st. albans
the arrival of the english to new york was nothing of a surprise to montgomery . however with the economic boom in the united states , he has seen an increase of them . montgomery was no fan of the opera but he knew he could not afford to miss this gathering , especially with the st. albans hosting. the lady eleanor st. albans was a native of new york prior to her marriage and apparently her mother , diana astor , knew her . then again , was there anyone his mother did not know ? " mother is so worked up over this opera , " monty grumbled as he walked over the drinks cart in the corner of the drawing room . " she's been pacing her room trying to pick an outfit like her life depended on it . it's an opera for heaven sake! it'll be to dark for anyone to see what she will be wearing . "
evangeline, the evening's embodiment of blonde pinned curls and frills, with all grace and balletic resemblance she could claim likeness to a feather, fell upon the nearest sofa — less she be in the presence of anyone but her brothers such a display would have continued with far less torrented motions. a turn and twist with a delicate grasp placed upon the carved mahogany back trim allotted her the view of the eldest astor and his favorable place in the drawing room. “ impressions are everything, monty. you know better than anyone. ” a sudden thud! from upstairs drew her eyes heavenward and his claim pervaded every other possible thought evangeline might have concluded about their mother otherwise. “ i suppose if lady eleanor does happen to see her when the lights are on . . . ” another thud! “ i believe i should need one of those too for tonight. ” a reach extended out went no further from the furniture she perched herself upon as if the mere thought of moving just yet brought exhaustion to her legs. “ since the only other girl in the family won't be joining us. ” evangeline would be bestowed with diana astor's undivided scrutiny, something she'd grown quite accustom to as the only daughter, but carrie so often lessened the broken mirrored reflection a daughter gave a mother.
starter for : anyone location : incide the memorial, before it begins
walking into the chappel Thaddeus looked around, not seeing any of his so-called family members yet and recognizing some of the faces his mentor had told him about. He could see where the Astors were seated, the prim and proper saint Albans and the rest of them. truth was Thaddeus hated these rich people and their coin, how they flaunted it in front of everyone else wanting to be looked upon and adored as if they were better than the rest of them.
with a clenched fist, he took a deep breath before approaching one of the benches. he was supposed to be one of them so he without a doubt was dressed as one as well. with his intuition he walked up to someone, and smiled kindly yet not too much. "excuse me, is there any chance I could take this spot next to you?" with a pretend of worry he looked around a little. "it seems I got separated from my family and it is about to begin soon - I do not wish to be a bother." he chuckled with venom behind every word but a charming front.
it was the blonde adorned in ink black fabric, leaving her complexion a ghostly pale ivory by contrast, perched on the edge of the wooden pew, the one that creaked with every weighted shift, who turned first. away from the ginger haired girl with florid cheeks and sun kissed freckles she'd left the whispered conversation with, all for the interruption. silence blanketed, much like the first snow of winter, brisk and glacial. judgmental eyes softened by appearance only and a contradictory, “ no, ” so astute and crystalline fell past her lips it was as if whatever he had asked of her would have resulted in the same response. “ this, ” the blonde gestured to the seat adjacent ( never mind the one she momentarily occupied when her own was three rows ahead ), “ is for her brother and you, ” evangeline's attention snagged on the stranger's attire, a habitual act that so often told her everything there was to know of a person from a single glance of fabric. “ do not appear to be mister bryce, nor do i suspect he would be happy with a stranger in his seat . . . mister? ”
FLOWERS IN THE ATTIC: THE ORIGIN (2022)
𝙸𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚂𝚈. 𝙸𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶, 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙼𝚄𝙲𝙷.
“She is above all, elegant. She lives in her own world and survives off fantasy.”
— The Corner Store (via les-choses-ephemeres)

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TITANIC (1997) dir. James Cameron