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@remmbrance
there's ROSEMARY , that's for REMEMBRANCE . pray you , love , remember .
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𝙂𝙀𝙉𝙔𝘼 𝙁𝙍𝙀𝙔 : court spy / lady in waiting
𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙔𝙉𝘼 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙄 : socialite
𝙈𝙊𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙎𝙀 : lady of danruba
𝙉𝙔𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼 𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙐 : head of house rosu
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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘: closed ; @remmbrance (( genya )) 𝕻𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖊: the wedding reception
While Aidan was for the most part like an open book with his loved ones, Genya seemed to be just the opposite. He didn’t know much about her, how was she doing these last years, all because he wasn’t around. He left when she was a child. But he was trying to catch up for the lost time. So, that’s why it came as a surprise to him to see her come in with what seemed to be a date. A beautiful young lady, just like Genya herself. He wanted to talk to them both, introduce himself, but when he finally had a moment to speak to Genya, the other lady wasn’t around.
“I am so glad to see you here,” he smiled, radiating pure joy and happiness. Aidan would normally go for a hug, but knowing now how Genya’s powers had increased, Aidan stayed where he was - a good step away from her not to overwhelm his sister. “Sorry for being so nosey, but I saw you come here with someone. A lady,” he said looking at her. He felt strange to ask directly, not wanting to accidentally offend her. “That’s a… friend?” he asked curious, but also cutious.
❝ i am . . . glad to be here . ❞ genya does not wish to be here - does not wish to see love celebrated so openly , as though something to be shared with all to see . love , and holding love for another , remain weaknesses to the spy . and though she holds iris as her own heart , she does not believe she would ever wish to proclaim it so loudly . nor , in fact , would she wish to be wed . ❝ congratulations brother . ❞ small smile is forced upon her lips , social norms coming to mind .
a lady ? oh , yes . ❝ that’s iris . ❞ she nearly denies it - wishes to keep her a secret , keep iris hers . but together they’d agreed not to do so , not tonight . still , speaking the words only proves difficult . ❝ no . ❞ she corrects , doing her best to find courage . ❝ she’s uh , she’s my , ❞ lover ? soulmate ? heart ? no such words would do , just now . ❝ companion . i’m sure she’d like to meet you , in future . ❞
thcwandcrcr:
mightyecho:
“a peace offering.”
he echoes her words, dark brow arching at the place where his sister sits, arms crossed against his chest. aleksei is keenly aware of aidan’s presence but his eyes have averted him from the moment he felt that presence. he hasn’t been able to face aidan since he felt those powers slip from him in blessed relief— hasn’t been able to look into those gold eyes with the understanding that he has now. ( doesn’t want to talk about it, doesn’t want to have to deal with it— if we were to wait long enough, some new catastrophe would have distracted our minds and brought us together without mention of it. ) “i didn’t realize we were at war. you really have to let me know when we’re warring, genya. i hate not knowing things.”
there’s something a little funny about it— the meager short loaf in her hands and the curse that falls from her lips— and the corner of his mouth twitches into that signature smirk. “what— this? really, gen, it borders on too much. you didn’t have to go through all this trouble.” his teasing is gentle and there’s a laugh in his tone, his arms uncrossing from his chest and swinging by his sides as he crossed the space to where genya sat. she needed to see them and that’s what had brought him to the rooftop to begin with— there wouldn’t ever be a time when genya called for him that he wouldn’t answer. plopping himself onto the rooftop with practiced grace, he props a knee and rests his elbow on it while his other leg stretches out, still avoiding aidan’s eyes and instead focusing on genya, “well, you’ve got us here.”
Aidan was confused, why would this be a peace offering? Had she done something bad? Was there something wrong? Besides the fact that over the years they had all drifted apart. He was well aware of it, but it was something he had accepted already. He was way older than his siblings and drifting apart was sometimes a part of growing up even though he wished it wasn’t like that. For years Aleksei didn’t need Aidan’s help anymore and Genya avoided them because of her powers, he assumed. He wished it was different, but there was nothing much he could do, he didn’t want to force them into meeting and liking each other. At least lately Aleksei didn’t seem to push Aidan away, but after the ability swap something changed and Aidan didn’t see his brother anymore. And even here there hadn’t been a single glance in his direction from Aleksei. It hurt Aidan, but there was nothing much he could do. Whatever it was, Aidan assumed he needed some space and time.
He looked away from Aleksei and focused on Genya. “Don’t worry, it’s all good,” he assured with a warm, appreciative smile. “It is very sweet of you,” his smile grew even wider as he sat down on the rooftop near them, but just a little bit behind Aleksei giving him space. To be honest, he was slightly worried as to why she wanted to meet them both. With all the shit that had happened, Aidan was starting to expect the worst whenever something happened. He truly wished it wasn’t the case here. His golden eyes were on Genya, hoping whatever she wanted to say was something good.
❝ the cooks aren’t my biggest fans . ❞ is her deadpan response . she takes up little space as she leans back against the wall , pulling her knees up against her chest . it’s a defensive position , one to make her appear small . her cheeks gain a reddish pigment at the words of her brothers .
with them , she can be something different than a lioness . for them , she will become a cub once more - even if her claws might remain sharp , and her ear may listen to all around them . it is a part they play , like any other . genya has not been genya frey in many years , and so to shove themselves into this role is no easy feat .
❝ i feared the worst . when uh , with the transferences . ❞ is that what they were called ? she knows not but , she knows enough to know that her siblings would have been affected . and with her abilities stolen from her at the time , she could not do much for it . now , though they are returned , she is displeased to see the tears in the thread that holds her brothers’ relationship to one another , made worse by how they sit apart . ❝ have . . . have you two been fighting ? and before you respond , remember it is no use lying to me . ❞ / @mightyecho + @thcwandcrcr
who: you !!! where: the king’s barracks.
There is something ultimately dark about someone who has been spat back up from whatever depths immortality sends them. A recurring nightmare as one lies awake, eyes blinking out into the blackness of the abyss. Sadism is a thickening disease that causes one to feel sluggish, as if they were constantly moving with pressure against all their limbs. An underwater symphony of fleshy catacombs. Like a memory of what was once his day to day routine, he fades in and out of focus. The mirrors don’t recognize him, and he thinks this is for the best. What sunken age lines and materialistic scars need to be memorized, anyway? He always feels them just above the surface, dragging across his cheeks like a beheaded snake searching for its head. His gods, like all old kings, remain elegantly distracted. The throne houses those too lazy to capture their own prey, too involved in corruption and power to see what the world has begun to grow into around them. His lips smack together before they part for a wide grin followed with a slightly patronizing, if not less than serious form of chastisement. ‘ Ah, something tells me that you are not supposed to be here. ’ Index finger tapping gleefully on his chin before casually bringing it to point in their direction as he feigns a thoughtful pause, ‘ What will the punishment be, I wonder! ’
head tilts to the side - watching , waiting - as they glance upon their elder . genya is both everywhere and nowhere at once as she listens , feels , sees it all . four rooms over she can hear a kitten toying with it’s prey , and the floor below her holds laughter of socialites - discussing the latest scandal they’d learned through the grape vine . ‘ i heard ’ one says ‘ that the lady augusta was seen alone in the stables with lord edward , and is now in the most delicate condition . ’ far from useful information for the spy , but any gossip is useful nonetheless - once truth is drawn from it . still , it’s curious that such ladies would spend their time within the barracks . ❝ i may be where is useful . ❞ genya replies , offering no further explanations - nor disclosing their truths . ❝ i will not be here much longer . ❞
midniightspecial:
mina has grown protective of her husband , her affections planting themselves within the pit of her stomach , now in full bloom . whispers of infidelity make their way across the court and her patience with aleyna dragavei wears thin with every lie which reaches her ears . how clearly she is to blame , beautiful as a rose and twice as thorny .
it is with practiced sullenness that she allows lady aleyna to loop her arm through hers , the princess’s guards following closely behind and for once she does not wish to shoo them away . aleyna is not to be underestimated , something she is well aware of . “ lady aleyna , it is not the roses i have come to speak out . ” her voice is sharp , rattled by impatience and the exhaustion brought on by all this madness . “ i am here about the rumours spreading about my husband and i . i know that you are no stranger to the court gossips . ”
oh how the lady is intimately familiar with the court gossips . she may not hold power in any binding sense , but she does hold great sway over one’s own reputation . this rumour about the infidelity between the anastase lord and the princess - while not of her own making - is far too amusing to put a stop to .
❝ oh yes , such dreaduful things aren’t they ? i can only imagine how upsetting it must all be for you . ❞ aleyna offers in response , false sincerity in each word , as they walk forward . ❝ especially to hear it from other ladies off the court rather than your own husband . ❞
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sapphvms:
‘So you only see me when you’re drunk?’ he teased, taking Aleyna’s hand in his, spinning her across the room before their bodies collided once more with not an inch between them. It had seemed so silly now, what they’d been arguing about before. ‘Perhaps I should start sending flowers every morning again to your chambers?’
❝ oh ! how you twist my words . ❞ she complains with a laugh as soft as silk , though her smile only grows with his movements . they are so close they could nearly press their bodies together , yet the timing is all wrong . ❝ perhaps you should . i’m rather fond of red camellias and heliotropes , just now . ❞
prnced:
‘and what bad choices are you trying to forget, genya?’ there’s envy in him, for genya is still every bit an active duty officer and he has been removed of his position, if only to play prince in an empty castle. ‘escapism doesn’t work, neither does repression. as hard as it is, we all would benefit better from trying to accept and live with our choices.’
❝ none so polite for royal ears . ❞ there’s a hint of mockery in her tone , yet it is all in jest . for if she tells him , she must kill him and all that . there are some things even the prince must not know , things they couldn’t bare even iris knowing , however horrible a thought that may be . the king surely knows not of what goes on in secret beyond his gaze , this too they know . for if he did . . . ❝ maybe so , but often my choices - our choices - are not our own . the choices are taken from us . ❞
midniightspecial:
she bristles at the title , danya is no lady , certainly not in the sense that beautiful aleyna dragavei is . still , she approaches with caution , squinting in the dimness toward the stone statue sculpted in the likeness of queen mircea . divine as she was , no artist living or dead could ever quite capture her likeness should the stories be true . a queen most beautiful , most kind , enough to drive her husband to madness following her death . “ i never had the pleasure . you met her , i take it ? ” an eyebrow arches with interest . “ and one day , you may take her place . shan’t you ? ”
❝ not many times . ❞ she confesses , offering a soft smile . ❝ but enough that i believed her to be the perfect example of grace . ❞ unlike her daughter , aleyna adds silently . mina is far from her mother - too silent and far too secretive . not remotely trustworthy in the eyes of the lady dragavei . her smile tightens at danya’s words . ❝ only if the gods will it to be so . i will defer to their judgements , for only they know the best course . ❞ a rose - tinted sigh . ❝ though if they determine i should be , i hope one day to have a monument made just as lovely , but perhaps with more flowers . ❞
prnced:
‘i don’t care for it, mama.’ they talk as they always did, with the cold acidity of a noble - born raised in an ivory tower. ‘that you would insult me with the assumption of caring deeply wounds me.’ this time, a rare smile manages to slip on to their facade as they caught their mother’s eyes. ‘you can GO, you know. nothing’s keeping you here. the king’s not even in attendance, and you’ve no more children to marry off at least not to this pathetic bunch.’
❝ i’m pleased to hear it . ❞ moiré offers in response , returning her gaze to sorcha . sweet child holds so much of moire within them , a once sweet apple rotting from the inside fallen a the root of a tree - rot coating it’s own roots . ❝ if only it were so simple . i’m afraid the king would not permit such a thing - in attendance or not - as we must be the example . ❞ a beat . ❝ and perhaps you are correct , my dear , but i do still have a child or two to be married off , as you’ve stated . this only serves as the reminder of how critical the correct match is . my own choices have been . . . rather suitable thus far . ❞
@remmbrance / ‘is it possible that you’ve grown lovelier since the last time i’ve met you? why you look positively prettier than the bride.’ aleyna dragavei has treated sorcha most warmly during their five year as the lady dragavei, even better than even their own husband cengiz, who wanted sorcha to be supportive and yielding and sweet and smiling. for that, sorcha loathed him and loves the lady aleyna. ‘remind me not to invite you to my next wedding, you might be wearing white. well, knowing you, you most DEFINITELY will.’
aleyna :
❝ it isn’t hard , aren’t i always the loveliest ? ❞ narcissistic , perhaps - but nonetheless true . aleyna dragavei , through the blessing ( or perhaps the curse ) of the gods , is divinely beautiful . she reaches a hand out for sorcha’s own , grasping it and granting a bright smile . ❝ but not as such , you i adore . i would not dare to do such a thing to you . ❞
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mightyecho:
her hand slips easily into his and the lack of hesitancy doesn’t go unnoticed, a bittersweet victory in a lifelong war for his wife’s affection. it’s her words that confirm the motivation behind the ease of the action and like so many of the quiet moments between them, he’s of a split heart and mind. there’s a part of him- the part of cortair that’s chased after moire pichler for decades, yearning for that heart locked away from him- that would heed her words and take comfort in a future where he never felt that ice inside of him again— that would give up the power that had settled in his veins when he was still a boy so that he could be a man that she would reach for without hesitation. that she could open her heart to without fear.
— but it’s the other part of him that drops her hand, feeling her fingers slip across his palm before turning away from her. the part that had reared it’s head the moment he’d seen that look in moire’s face when artair’s powers had manifested, the part that wouldn’t be ashamed of who he was in order to try and set an example for his sons to follow; the part that wanted his sons to never be ashamed for what they couldn’t control. for what he couldn’t control.
“you still think of us as such?” perhaps it had been foolish to hope that moire would have gained some understanding. he steps away from her, hand rubbing at his chin, trying to tamper the flare of anger and hurt in his chest, saying again, “it won’t last. and i have no intention of leaving iarna keep as of yet.”
moiré :
❝ my feelings have not changed , on this matter or any other . ❞ she instead insists , releasing a deep sigh as he pulls away from her once more - before allowing her hand to come to rest upon her lap . his touch , familiar - unnerving - is no longer cold to the touch . there is warmth there that in their many years of marriage , she’s not felt once .
❝ good . i have no intention of remaining in this state at any cost . ❞ there is something blooming in the air between them , but it is rotten - toxic at it’s roots - and ready to snap . ❝ but why-ever will you not . what do you stay for ? surely not basradu . he cares not . ❞
antilullaby:
she drops her hand but hold is immediately replaced, arms loosely wrapping around her hips as palms settle against the curve of her hips. leaning forward she gently rests her chin on genya’s abdomen glancing up to her lovingly. such warmth from the icy iris, thumbs gently swirl in furthered comfort to her. “ i want you happy, ” she admits. “ i don’t want to leave any room for regret. ”
a playful clear of her throat, smirk pulling at pink nude lips. words of affirmation swelling inside her heart and smugness apparent on her features. “ and to me. ” she replies easily without hesitations of her own. “ though it would be nice to have. maybe it’ll be something future iris and genya would want, for uh, peace of mind. ” she was one of the same; they didn’t need others approval. only each other. “ and if they don’t? ” she teases further dark brow lifting as she peers up to her lovingly. making light the best she could. “ i suppose they can try to peel me off you. emphasis on try. ” *
genya :
❝ iris . . . i didn’t know . ❞ a pause , lips pursing . she leans into iris , longing for the quiet loving touches . ❝ until recently , i didn’t even know my brother’s had anything more than lovers . all i know of aidan’s bride is her name - and even that i heard from the lips of another . ❞ it should bother them , perhaps . but genya is less a frey than she is a soldier . sentiment is easily pushed aside when needed - when it hurts . ❝ so no , it doesn’t matter . ❞ she repeats , something akin to a laugh slipping out . she reaches down , tangling her finger’s within the other’s dark tresses . ❝ i am happy - with you . we have suffered far worse than familial disaproval , and we survived it all . ❞ we will survive this too , goes unsaid .
mightyecho:
a huff of laughter leaves him, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes but feeling his cheeks warm ever so slightly, “would you believe me if i said it’s almost always on my mind? however, less in the way that you mean, i’m sure.” kadri’s own impending nuptials felt as far from the celebration of love these weddings were as possible— more so a race to be won than anything else. the corner of his mouth lifted, “though, i do look dashing in red.” kadri tilted his head slightly, eyes crossing to where the prince stood, “and you, my lady? have you found yourself inspired by the festivities?”
aleyna :
❝ hardly . i cannot picture you at the alter any more than i can picture myself on a farm , even if you are to be wed . ❞ aleyna replies , rolling her eyes fondly at the sight of servaos across the place . she will not discuss that pairing now , not even with him . ❝ oh , have you not heard ? i am in mourning , i could not dare be wed at such a time . it would shame the gods . ❞
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 : @remmbrance , aleyna 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : iarna keep , gardens 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 : chapter iii . full of terrors ( post event )
she’s tired , so incredibly tired beyond any sort of exhaustion mina has felt in her swift , chaotic life . every moment is spent with her eyes over her shoulder , dreading the mere idea that her father –– that ANYONE –– will figure out what she , servaos and gilchrist pichler are up to . paranoia is tightening its grip upon her , and the whispers around the court about varian are wearing her down further than she thought possible .
she finds aleyna in the gardens , can feel the approach of spring in the bite of the wind as she approaches , her fists clenched . “ lady aleyna , ” her voice is sharp as it cuts across the gardens , otherwise quiet in the stillness of the morning . “ do you have a moment ? ”
aleyna :
the gardens are quiet , a favourable place to bring her ladies to sit among the flowers and do their needlework . she’s pleased with their designs , enjoys the way the flowers inspire them to create new patterns for her gowns . she hushes them in their giggling and gossip as the princess comes close . ❝ why certainly , your grace . ❞ aleyna waves off her ladies maids , offering a smile and nod of approval as they gather their things .
standing from her seat upon the bench , she draws near and links her arm within the other woman’s . ❝ we shall walk together , the roses are so perfectly in bloom today and we musn’t miss out on them . ❞
antilullaby:
a soft chuckle as eyes flee from hers, falling to the floor beneath. iris hates gatherings just as much as she and nerves bubble and twist at her stomach but she swallows them down. braving usual calm demeanor when waves crash in her mind. the prospect of meeting her family terrifies the brave & stoney iris. not having a family herself left a scar she didn’t exactly know how to mend and lips press together softly. shaking her head slowly a soft huff expelled in humor keeping it light. “ its the right thing to do. i want to go, ” she admits, facing fears as head lifts.
slowly she walks to her bed gently pulling her with her. sitting she brings genya before her lifting her face to look up at her. “ i won’t leave your side the entire night. ” i wouldn’t want to goes unspoken. she doesn’t release her hand but lifts her free arm ready to embrace her if she wished. a nod and lips lifting in another softened smile. “ of course. as long as you’d like. ” a pause. “ i’m here for you. ” i love you. lifting their joined hands she brings their joined hands beneath her chin, resting there as she looks to genya through dark lashes. chocolate hues meeting hers. shoulders slacked and frame completely relaxed. “ i’m nervous too. ” many meanings the words held. she adds spoken words quietly as lips lift further to expose a languid grin. *
genya :
❝ then we’ll go , if that’s what you want . ❞ she grants , allowing the other to pull her to the bed . genya will give iris anything , everything , they so wish for . if it is in her power - the spy will grant her soldier whatever she so wishes . ❝ nervous ? iris , i’m not nervous . you’re the one thing i’m sure of . ❞ there is no doubt in her tone as she speaks the words , nor any determination to convince her lover otherwise . there is only surety , as though she states a fact known to the universe . ❝ i’m sure they’ll like you , but their approval means little to me . ❞
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ALEYNA ✉️ ♟ ♡ ☑
✉ - my muse likes to pester / talk to
aleyna will talk to practically any lady of the court , mainly to spill the latest gossip - but a few of those closest that she adores talking to are sirinay , daphne and sorcha . and though she is not really a fan of her , she enjoys pestering mina .
♟ - my muse obeys
her father , primarily - or she did . there was a time she might have said the king without pause , but the time is no longer . beyond him , she obeys sorcha - to a degree . they are an older sister where she’d not had one before .
♡ - my muse is crushing on / in love with
this should be no surprise , but the answer is , of course , mr gilchrist pichler . she loves servaos as well , but the kind of love there is different .
☑ - my muse wants to know better
honestly as much as she does not care to grow close to many people - she does wish to know things about everyone , so she may share secrets . that said , as per latest gossip her current curiosities are as follows : artair anastase , varian anastase , luisa pichler , vladimir dragola .
mentioned : @prnced , @sapphvms , @antilullaby , @midniightspecial , @ecliipsxd , @thcrnedluisa .
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𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐍𝐀. ❝ make myself a heaven from your falling leaves . ❞ answered.
𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐄. ❝ wildflowers crushed beneath your fingers . ❞ answered.
𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀. ❝ clinging to the wild things that raised us . ❞ answered.
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐀. ❝ to make it out alive from the depths of the sea . ❞ answered.
