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onlyliberty‌:

There would be nothing more humiliating than being sent through check points for clearance like they were nothing more than cattle, but with the prices of their tickets, it was to be expected. The last thing they wanted was the third class griming up their precious ship, and were it not for the potential for true freedom, she might’ve protested. Vehemently. Anne’s still is still crawling from the feel of hands on her and those that lingers a little too long where they shouldn’t have. Anne tucks her hands right up into her armpits and half-shrugs, though her shoulders don’t quite lower after it.

“Don’t like havin’ people’s hands on me, Vin. Not when they ain’t welcome. Ain’t like we’re bringin’ disease ‘n fleas on board.” There’s a proud hold to her head then, and her nose wrinkles. “Good enough to build the damn thing, not good enough to travel like actual people.” She sighs. “Lead the way, I’m yer shadow. Jus’ like that game we played as kids.”

“Won’t happen again, if I got any say in it.” Vignette responds with the stop in their stride when a lad passed with his hand in his lasses. She wouldn’t have bothered were it not for the wain on her hip. Like any journey that would see them outside of Ireland, it would seem that every ship would see them packed in all the same. Dozens of men, women, and children, all shoved into spaces too small to proper stretch their legs without kicking someone. Just standing here, they were surrounded with an over bustle of people eager to get to that land that promised new beginnings for each and every single one of them.

“Aye, ye know how it is. The ‘Irish problem’ ain’t such a problem when they want somethin’ of us.. “ She adjust her shoulders then with a sigh. “Jus hang on. Ye know how we did it.” She speaks, hoisting their luggage back up under her arms and waiting for her cousin to take hold of the back of her coat. “I’ll get us there, n quick by the looks of it.”

#onlyliberty #titanic / 001 [ our hearts will go on forever ]#I SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE TRYING TO PROTECT [ ic interactions ]#(FEEL FREE TO JUST ARRIVE AT THEIR ROOMS IF YOU WANT VIA ACTIONS)#(IMA GO CRY AGAIN CAUSE VINNY HAS NO IDEA SHE'S NOT GONNA MAKE IT- THANKS-)

“Those bastards are lucky we was in a rush- they were..” She grumbles, hoisting her luggage into her arm as they step over the metal of the door. Vignette swore to bite off the fingers of the next man who dared put his fingers through her hair, an she would. If the indication of her snapping teeth made anything clear. With a piss poor excuse to check the third class for lice and all matter of things. “oi, Anne, ye alright?” She turns and grabs onto Anne’s own case and helps her lift it over.

The ship was massive, claimed by name of the English, but it was word amongst their own people that it was by all rights theirs. The Titanic, after all, was built by Irish hands. Pity they’d put them in the storage like animals to be put in the pen. They were meant to make a new beginning in America, shame it’d start off so shite. “C’mon- our room is this way-”

@onlyliberty / for our titanic au!

#onlyliberty #titanic / 001 [ our hearts will go on forever ]#I SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE TRYING TO PROTECT [ ic interactions ]

onlylibertya

Anne and Vignette ( @achosaint ) are cousins in all verses, thank you for listening.

#OOC [ a raft fit for a fae ]#*sips my tea*

achosaint

" I am a sworn steward of this sacred library, and you are TRESPASSING. — There are books in this room that are older than the first words your oafish species ever uttered. And I will GLADLY spend all day mopping your blood off this floor before I see them crated up to be gawked at in some FUCKING Burguish museum. ”

Independent Vignette Stonemoss of Carnival Row. Private. Selective. Written and Understood by Melody.

#SELF PROMOTION [ loser behind the desk ]#*sets this on the dash gently cause i should likely reblog it here*

" I am a sworn steward of this sacred library, and you are TRESPASSING. --- There are books in this room that are older than the first words your oafish species ever uttered. And I will GLADLY spend all day mopping your blood off this floor before I see them crated up to be gawked at in some FUCKING Burguish museum. ”

Independent Vignette Stonemoss of Carnival Row. Private. Selective. Written and Understood by Melody.

#SELF PROMOTION [ loser behind the desk ]

bhfeices-blog

I’m talking to @achosaint about dahlia and the startling realisation is that Dahlia is what Vignette might’ve become had she been left to fend for herself in the Burgue, and Vignette is what Dahlia herself might’ve been had someone stopped a moment to care for her.

#DAHLIA [ the black raven ]#(im still emo bout this)

Vignette has survivors guilt. Goodbye.

#OOC [ a raft fit for a fae ]

Vignette Stonemoss is afraid of Dahlia. This is fact.

Ft. @bhfeices

#ooc [ a raft fit for a fae ]#bhfeices #mobile

bhfeices‌ - dahlia:

Wolves would be kinder. They didn’t play with the things that interest them. No, they ripped out the throat and ate while the corpse was still warm. Dahlia’s had her fill of stupid sheep, bleating and scurrying around the city with their compliance and their easy lives. They ought to be angry as she was – as she is! Of how they have hurt fae and puck alike - of how they have suffered because they were wonderful, glorious things. It’s jealousy. That’s all it was. They were jealous that they hadn’t known the freedom of the open sky, the sound of the wind’s laughter in their ears! Wretched, putrid leggers.

Dahlia stares at her for a long moment. Pondering, ruminating. She doesn’t meet her eye. She never does. Perhaps she makes her feel small, but for definite, she makes her uncomfortable.

“Then why are you avoiding my eye, Sparrowhawk?”

There is a small flit of her wings, as customary to when the urge to flee or fight for her life had ambled along her nerves. There would be little use in that now, and such an action would only make her look as guilty as the accusation lining the words of the woman- no the warrior fae in front of her. And with the stating of a fact, Vignette’s eyes lift to meet that gaze in question, only just to focus on the brow above Dahlia’s eyes. She exhales a steady breath, and remains silent, if only for a moment. Since finding out about her and Philo, she should have seen the distrust coming from leagues away. But it was only Philo...

Philo, the complicated man who’s story wasn’t as such to her, the flightless fae with tragedy written in his eye. But that is their secret, and their secret alone.

“Would you prefer I showed disrespect?” Counter is made, an insinuation in the air- though unspoken. Would you prefer I showed rebellion in it’s stead? Would Vignette even dare to test that beast? No. She thinks she wouldn’t

#bhfeices #DAHLIA [ the black raven ]#I SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE TRYING TO PROTECT [ ic interactions ]

stinky

@bhfeices / never denying

……………………. “with all due respect…I am trying.”

#ANSWERED [ try it; i’ve cut down tougher things than you in the past five minutes ]#DAHLIA [ the black raven ]#bhfeices

bhfeices‌ - dahlia:

There’s something about how she squirms that pleases her. She may hide it well from some, but it radiates off of her in waves. That was how one acquired loyalty. They do not need to love her, they needed to fear her and the repercussions of her rage. Dark, dangerous. Foetid. Like a vicious rot that would carve holes in their guts like acid. There’s a small lift at the corners of her mouth. It’s slight, but it’s there. She likes her terror, like some might enjoy the warmth of a new coat on a cold morning.

“I trust you’ve not been gallivanting through the streets like a blushing maid with that copper at your hip, have you?”

She is stiff. Hands settled calmly at her sides, a rapid blink when she again, tried to meet her eye. But her gaze only found itself rising no higher than Dahlia’s cheekbones. The close proximity was more than enough to make her feel smaller, it was a feeling that she was unfamiliar with. A feeling that she had no notion could be instilled within her, a sort of caution that was not there before. Unfathomable was such a prospect of killin’ her own kind, but to see it happen? She had seen her do it; and there was so many who would do it for her on a mere whim of Dahlia’s word? It struck Vignette, and seemed far more fierce than any wolf curse that she’d faced.

Vignette thinks she might prefer the wolves to this.

“No.” Answer is clear, honest, with the ghost of a tug at her back to remind her what would happen if she dared consider lying. “I ain’t one to blush.. or gallivant..”

#bhfeices #I SPENT MY ENTIRE LIFE TRYING TO PROTECT [ ic interactions ]#DAHLIA [ the black raven ]#(VIGNETTE IS SCARED OF HER- THIS IS FACT)

bhfeices‌:

… GETS RIGHT IN HER FACE. ANTHONY HOPKINS VOICE. “HEWWO, VIGNETTE.”

Sudden straighten of spin and set of shoulders, with a nervous clench of her jaw. Eyes turn to meet hers, only to flit away to focus elsewhere, before her chin dips briefly. But then she meets her eye - but gaze flits away every so often. Eye contact hard to maintain.

“Dahlia.”

#bhfeices #dash commentary #VINNI VC;I AM UNCOMFORTABLE