*/ noble bastardess.

House of Worth Evening Dress, French, 1898-1900

a collection of prompts inspired by and remind me of my curse of strahd playable character. ( as always, feel free to tweak things such as pronouns, words, and titles as needed for context. ) cw: depression, dissociation.

"i was looked at, but never seen."

"i was never welcome there, i was never welcome anywhere."

"no, you are fucking alive! you can do whatever you want!"

"you can’t grant a single thing i wish for."

"lear knew what cordelia meant the whole time and so does your father."

"sometimes the gods just want to see what you are going to do."

"i felt overwhelmed by reality."

"i hate being treated like this. like a scapegoat."

"i exist, that is all, and i find nauseating."

"if you're considered useless, no one will feed you anymore."

"i don't want to receive kindness with hidden intentions."

"a golden cage is still just a cage."

"have you ever felt as if you don't belong anywhere, and just want to live in a place where no one knows you?"

"your smiling face has always looks like a lie."

"don't look at me like you understand me."

"i am always alone."

"i don't want worship. i want understanding."

"now the mask slips off. now you see me in all of my horrible glory."

"i spent so many years forgetting i had teeth, too."

"anyone can betray anyone."

"let me tell you a story about hope: it always starts and ends with birds."

"i'm just... really lonely."

"why can't i stop needing you to see me?

"the cage is open. you can walk out anytime you want. why are you still in there?

"is that what growing up is? just leaving things behind over and over?

"i'm scared. i'm scared that if i let my guard down for even a second- the world is going to come crashing down."

"they want me to be one thing. and i am not one thing."

"perhaps there is no place where i can safely store my heart."

"when you smile, it's beautiful- but that smile has never reached your eyes."

"it appears you have mistaken my dislike of causing harm as an inability to do so."

"i get lost sometimes. i'm not sure where i go, but i'm not... i'm not here."

"if i guard my heart, i am safe."

valentyna sits at her personal in her chambers; the place that had been her gilded birdcage. her prison. she takes a sip of mulled wine. she's not sure how to feel about having someone enter her own personal refuge and her own personal hell.

once again- valentyna was a prisoner of fate. when would she ever get the chance to make her own choices that meant something... anything. she wanted to scream, to pitch a fit. but she doesn't. she looks over the letter handed to her- painted lips twisted in displeasure. you are to be married, do not argue.