RIGID ROYALTY

the KING is dead long live the QUEEN CHANEY, annabella mother of two , queen of paris "she wore a smile like a loaded gun "

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starriingrole / christine.

She had wandered up to the front door of the casino, the street entrance, on a whim. After seeing Raoul the night of the robbery, it only felt RIGHT to check in on Annabella. It wasn’t right, punishing her for her anger directed at Raoul, and she’d hardly spoken two words to Annabella the last four years, breaking her silence only at Gustave’s funeral when Annabella and Philippe made an appearance to offer their condolences. It was nice, incredibly kind of them, and it wasn’t fair to banish Annabella because of Raoul’s past indiscretions.

Even less fair now that she and Raoul are seemingly on GOOD TERMS again.

“I just came to see how you were doing,” she offers quietly, moving slowly, cautiously, to the other woman’s side, face pulled into a surprisingly sincere expression of concern and sympathy, “I heard what happened. It sounded AWFUL. How are you holding up?” It all sounds so horrible and trite, but it’s all she had to give at the moment. Christine has never been much good at giving comfort in hard time, but it’s infinitely harder trying to offer a stiff upper lip to a woman who has enough STRENGTH in her for twenty people.

Christine was difficult. To Annabella, the girl had held the world within her very palms. Perhaps, she’d wondered, it was why the distance that had grown between them had felt much needed. If anything, it was as if looking through a mirror that not only showed ones true self, but what one might’ve been. Her intentions not led from malice nor bitterness, no. Where Christine was involved, Annabella’s heart seemingly swelled thrice in size if only to wish the girl the utmost of admiration. The girls softened vocals offer nothing but solace to the woman. Better a known presence than that of a stranger. Yet, had they not grown as such throughout the past years? Had Annabella ever wondered what had happened to the bright eyed beauty as oft as she should’ve? The answer would go unknown, a mere passing thought in a world all too tumultuous. She feigns the obligatory response of I’m fine. Its transparency all too noticeable within the hoarse words that teeter against her tongue. 

“Christine.” The name rolls off of Annabella’s tongue with ease and it’s as if no time has passed at all. A woman of her stature, lips curled upwards if only for the sake of warmth towards her companion. A sense of pride overcomes the woman and for the life of her she cannot command the emotions that eat away at her stomach, that threaten to rot her core. Yet, nevertheless, head held high she needn’t falter. “A tragedy, truly.” Lips press tightly together, arms fold against her chest as a sigh yearns to escape. Through heavily lidded gaze, she meets that of the girl beside her. “Although, you, my dear are a welcomed surprise.” A beat to follow, sweetness laced within her words as instinct most motherly shines through. “Have you seen the boys at all? I’m sure Raoul wouldn’t be opposed to some company.”

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THREAD : open LOCATION :  the point TIMESTAMP : 1:00 am , june 10th

Cowardice, their masks needn’t hide the disgrace in which Annabella had hoped they would succumb to. For, what is a queen without a kingdom, a castle without a throne? Within the pit of her stomach something seemingly rises, an anger in which the woman had not felt the need to release in far too long. Within the quiet streets of Paris, she feels threatened, tested by those who seek the night to destroy. Worry makes itself home within her bodice, slender digits tug at trench coat sleeves and yet the woman’s gaze never leaves that of the crime scene. An attack upon her name, an attack upon her house ---- her sons.  The night engulfs her as easily as that of sweet vengeance, with narrowed eyes she watches as the world below her heightened heels begins to crumble. Murmurs echo, sirens blare and Annabella, for the life of her, cannot fathom as to why.  Shadowed figure , unwelcome as they may be, causes her guard to fall if ever so slightly. A masquerade of a woman, tight lips curl upwards as peripherals catch sight of her guest. “Speak wisely, if you must.” Words but a drawl, underlying annoyance in which she’d leave unnoticed surfaces if only for a moment of brevity. 

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✧ — Phantom of the Opera Prompts.

❛ My power over you grows stronger yet. ❜ ❛ Phantom of the Opera is there, inside your mind. ❜ ❛ Your part is silent, little toad! ❜ ❛ Perhaps it is you who are the toad… ❜ ❛ Flattering child, you shall know me, see why in shadow I hide! ❜ ❛ Seal my fate tonight. ❜ ❛ I hate to have to cut the fun short, but the joke’s wearing thin. ❜ ❛ Let the audience in. ❜ ❛ God, give me courage to show you you are not alone! ❜ ❛ Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? ❜ ❛ I heard as I’d never heard before. ❜ ❛ What you heard was a dream and nothing more. ❜ ❛ Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore… ❜ ❛ That voice which calls to me and speaks my name. ❜   ❛ And do I dream again? ❜ ❛ You have come here, in pursuit of your deepest urge. ❜ ❛ I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge. ❜ ❛ In your mind you’ve already sucummed to me. ❜   ❛ Now you are here with me. No second thoughts. ❜ ❛ Past the point of no return. ❜ ❛ What raging fire shall flood the soul? ❜ ❛ What rich desires unlock its door? ❜   ❛ What sweet seductions lie before us? ❜ ❛ Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. ❜ ❛ Did you think that I had left you for good? ❜ ❛ Down once more to the dungeon of my black despair! ❜ ❛ You’ve past the point of no return. ❜ ❛ You try my patience make your choice. ❜ ❛ I gave you my mind blindly. ❜ ❛ Wandering child, so lost, so helpless, yearning for my guidance. ❜ ❛ Have you forgotten your Angel? ❜ ❛ Wildly my mind beats against you… ❜ ❛ Think of me, think of me waking, silent and resigne. ❜ ❛ Imagine me, trying too hard to put you from my mind. ❜ ❛ Can I ever forget that sight? ❜ ❛ Can I ever escape from that face? ❜ ❛ Past the point of no return - no going back now. ❜ ❛ When will the flames, at last, consume us? ❜ ❛ When will the blood begin to race? ❜ ❛ I remember… there was mist. ❜ ❛ Who was that shape in the shadows? ❜ ❛ Whose is that face in the mask? ❜ ❛ Damn you! You little prying Pandora! You little demon! ❜ ❛ Is this what you wanted to see? Curse you! ❜ ❛ Now you cannot ever be free! ❜ ❛ Come. We must return. ❜ ❛ Those two fools who run my theater will be missing you. ❜ ❛ No kind word from anyone! No compassion anywhere! ❜ ❛ Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. ❜ ❛ Lead me, save me from my solitude. ❜ ❛ Say you’ll want me with you here beside you. ❜ ❛ Anywhere you go, let me go too. ❜ ❛ Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me? ❜ ❛ Have you no pity? ❜ ❛ Your lover makes a passionate plea. ❜ ❛ Let your mind start a journey to a strange new world! ❜ ❛ Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! ❜ ❛ Only then can you belong to me… ❜   ❛ You alone can make my song take flight. ❜ ❛ It’s over now, the music of the night. ❜ ❛ Twisted every way, what answer can I give? ❜ ❛ Say you love him/her, and my life is over! ❜ ❛ Now, let it be war upon you both! ❜ ❛ See you later, because I’m going now. ❜ ❛ This haunted face holds no horror for me now. ❜ ❛ It’s in your soul that the true distortion lies. ❜ ❛ For the past three years, these things do happen! ❜ ❛ And did you stop them from happening? No! ❜ ❛ Why have you brought me here? ❜ ❛ We can’t go back there. ❜ ❛ I can’t escape from him/her/them… ❜ ❛ Raise up your hand to the level of your eyes! ❜ ❛ Refuse me, and you send your lover to his death! ❜ ❛ Go now, don’t let them find you. ❜ ❛ I fought so hard to free you! ❜   ❛ Say you love me. ❜ ❛ Your chains are still mine! You belong to me! ❜ ❛ Wait! I think my dear, we have a guest. ❜ ❛ I had rather hoped that you would come. ❜ ❛ Free him/her! Do what you like only free him/her! ❜ ❛ Does that mean nothing I love him/her! Show some compassion! ❜ ❛ The world showed no compassion to me! ❜ ❛ Did you think that I would harm him/her? ❜ ❛ Too late for prayers and useless pity! ❜ ❛ You little demon - is this what you wanted to see? ❜ ❛ Farewell, my fallen idol and false friend. ❜ ❛ Look around, there’s another mask behind you! ❜ ❛ Please promise me that sometimes, you will think… of me! ❜ ❛ Where in the world have you been hiding? ❜ ❛ I only wish I knew your secret. ❜ ❛ Who is your great tutor? ❜ ❛ Why you spray on my chin all the time, huh? ❜ ❛ The final threshold! ❜ ❛ They say that this youth has set my lady’s heart aflame! ❜ ❛ Go away, for the trap is set and waits for its prey! ❜ ❛ There is no phantom of the opera. ❜ ❛ Look, your future bride! Just think of it! ❜ ❛ Please don’t, they’ll see. ❜ ❛ But why is it secret? What have we to hide? ❜ ❛ It’s an engagement, not a crime! ❜

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Angelina Jolie for ‘Mon Guerlain’, 2017

[annabellachaney-blog]

philippechaney.

date: may 26th location: the yellow room café status: open

Philippe uncomfortably shifted his weight in the wicker chair he chose perched in the corner of the café. He grumbled something inaudible to himself, grunting about why establishments never seemed to buy any suitable sitting arrangements, no matter where he went. But regardless of how terrible the chairs seemed to him, he always found himself back in that same corner of the café. He enjoyed the soft white noise the place provided to him while he worked; it was a low rumble of gentle voices and light chatter, an aura he found more suitable than just complete and utter silence. 

With one hand, his fingers flipped through the countless pages of case files he had to examine while in the other, he brought a steaming cup of black tea to his lips. He had already been there for a few hours already, and he wasn’t even close to finishing half of his workload. Letting out a sharp sigh, he took an unopened manilla folder and as he was beginning to unfasten its hinge, a sudden push was met to the corner of his table. The force of it caused a few extraneous pieces of paper to flutter pathetically to the ground. “Watch it,” Philippe spat as he put his tea down and began to collect the stray papers. “You’re lucky you didn’t knock my drink on myself. That would’ve been quite a different story.”

Countess claws find themselves pressing against loosened papers strewn against the table as the woman slides across from him. Intrusive as ever, something in which she’d had to become if only to see Philippe for more than a mere moment. Heart strings hanging on by loosened threads, Annabella found herself yearning to reach out if only once more. “I’ve raised a perfect gentleman.” Words but a drawl from her tongue, laced with a sarcasm in which only Philippe and Raoul had come to know, she continues. A curiosity stirring as gentle palms take chin in hand. “I do hope that isn’t how you speak to just anyone.” 

Comfortable ease surrounds the woman, every interaction a mere business deal in her mind. She’s come to know how to speak, when to speak and just the right things to say. Mother mafia, a woman who held the world within such gentle hands and yet could crush the hearts of men and women alike if she so chose. Yet, sitting across from her, one of the only men capable of breaking her. A heart so cautious in its love to a boy who’d followed in footsteps that she’d deemed too distasteful for the brilliance that he’d inherited. The rift between the pair, tearing at the seams, ate away at Annabella faster than Philippe had ever cared to know. Digits curl around his tea as she claims it her own, bitter aftertaste of it dripping down coarse throat as gaze narrows. “Now, do you care to tell me what it is that has you so on edge?”

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remybourque.

DATE: may 25th LOCATION: le théâtre de nuit STATUS: open

She had her phone out — as she always does — scrolling through Instagram and liking every post that comes across her feed with a rhythmic little tap tap. The day had been pretty slow, only a few calls and some scheduling done, and Michel scurried away in meetings all day. Remy did, out of the goodness in her heart, order him lunch. Sometimes he forgets to eat during mealtimes and she does care whether or not he lives. Half because he’s the one that signs her paychecks, and half because he’s a pretty good boss. But that left Remy with little to do, her legs crossed and her notebook on the seat next to her, perched on a red plush theater seat.  ‘ What do you think of the whole fidget spinner fad ? Fun ? Annoying ? Just another thing kids are going to throw away in a week ? ’

Heels clad with signature scarlet soles, woman of self righteous statuesque proportion finds herself followed by the clicking echo that fills the seemingly quiet theatre halls. Hollowed out, as if ghosts themselves haunt the emptied halls, she cannot help but be mindful of the curiosity that pries at a mind most intrusive. Today, however, she’d found herself wanting, had found herself yearning, and with that desire setting ablaze to ambition, Annabella sought sanctuary within the very place the world had forgotten only years ago. The theatre, a true art form in which Annabella had yet to conquer, as if wrapping digits around the building itself was something of an achievement. Each stride filled with the utmost of dedication. Billowed chiffon duster trails behind her as she twists and turns, soon enough finding herself within the company of the audience’s view itself. A curious brow perks as words cease the ever looming silence, vocals of a girl soft. Mindful gaze trails from words originator towards the stage, lips parting slightly as she speaks. Any inkling of confusion masked with mere indifference. “Finding it hard to keep yourself entertained?” 

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“ i do not need to prove myself to you. “

the song of achilles meme / accepting.

Iron wrought gates carefully guard the most valuable piece upon the board, lock and key hidden for safe keeping. A ruse in which she wears as glorified mask, clad in vixen red her smile is that of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. The upcurl of a poised lip, graceful in demeanour and yet feverish in delivery, arises if only for a moment. Nails drum against the table top as brow arches at the man’s dominance. How vocals cascade nothing short of amusement from Annabella, as if he were a puppet ; and she, his keeper. Yet, saccharine sonnets were few and far between with the woman. Her praises, as if from the highest of heavens, were not so easily attainable. Drawl, soft and slow, escapes lips most devilish. “You don’t feel the need to?” The woman leans in, if only to dangle herself in front of a man all too vulnerable. She speaks through teeth, a formality of kindness in which she paints upon sharpened features morning through night. “You should.”

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the song of achilles meme

       i recently finished this book and it was just…so…beautiful, so i wanted to make a lil meme thing cause their were a lot of really great quotes & actions tbh. i thought it’d be nice to share ‘em and write ‘em out. change the pronouns to your liking ~

p.s. i kinda went over board so i put my favs above the read more and the rest ( more generic types of sent. memes ) under the read more. enjoy !

“ i will never leave ____. it will be this , always, for as long as _____ will let me. “

“ i would like to know how you are going to stop the losers from declaring war on you ? “

“ will you help me put the rest of my armor on ? “

“ we are finished here. “

“ do not leave. “

“ did you ever think of having children ? “

“ ___ is half my soul, as the poets say. “

“ I could recognize ____ by touch alone, by smell; I would know ____ blind, by the way ____ breaths came and ___ feet struck the earth. I would know ____ in death “

“ coward. “

“ ____ is a weapon. a killer. do not forget it. “

“ you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change it’s nature. “

“ i do not plan to live after ____ is gone. “

“ philtatos. “ ( means ‘most beloved’ ) 

“ i could kill you still. “

“ i am sorry for your loss. “

“ name one hero who was happy. “

“ they never let you be famous and happy. “

“ let me bring you food and drink. “

“ i cannot bear to see you grieving. “

“ there are no bargains between lions and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. “

“ is it worth your life ? “

“ i hope that ____ kills you. “

“ get out. get out ! “

“ _____ is dead. “

“ i am buried here. “

“ we die so easily. “

“ you will not speak another word or you will be sorry. “

“ i wish he had left you to all die. “

“ if you have to go, i will go with you. “

“ i am made of memories. “

“ listen to me. “

“ i will not live much longer. “

“ you are a better man than i. “

“ i do not need to prove myself to you. “

“ are you calling me a liar ? “

“ i do not care. i will be dead soon. “

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Girl with a Pearl Earring

Girl with a Pearl Earring: Do you like to wear jewelry? What are your favorite pieces of jewelry and approximately how much are they worth?

Sentiments. How women longed for something so precious within their lifetime, the iridescent beauty that shone through diamonds and crystals alike. Gifted rhinestone pendants that draped collarbones as delicately as falling snow. It’s with a quirked brow that Annabella’s interest, a woman so harmoniously adorned with lavish luxuries such as gems and jewels. “A woman without a strand of pearls to call her own is hardly a woman, wouldn’t you say?” Tongue clicks against teeth, words come to her with a subtle grace as she purrs. “I suppose mine would be just that.” Lithe digits wrapped in one another, a lie told through tight lipped smile. For, neatly pressed ‘pon her hand lies an emerald dipped, silver banded beauty. A family heirloom, she’d say. Yet, within it’s shine lies a reminder of her father.  Take care of it, Annabella. Vocals of a man long gone ring true within her mind, precious sentiments. 

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Artwork Asks

Mona Lisa: Do you like to look neat and orderly? How long does it take for you to get ready for the day?

Starry Night: Do you enjoy watching the sky and daydreaming?

The Scream: How easy/hard is it for someone to startle or make you lose focus?

The Persistence of Memory: Do some people consider you to be a weird or strange person?

Girl with a Pearl Earring: Do you like to wear jewelry? What are your favorite pieces of jewelry and approximately how much are they worth?

The Last Supper: Are you religious at all?

Guernica: Is the world "Black and White" to you?

American Gothic: Would you like to lead a simple and happy life? Or do you prefer adventure?

The Creation of Adam: What is your favorite story from Mythology? Do you have any favorite Fables or Fairytales?

The Birth of Venus: Do you like to be in the spotlight?

David: Are you the bold type? Do want your ideas and thoughts to be heard all around the world?

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte: Do you take time out of your day to kick back and relax? Where can people find you if so?

No. 5, 1948: Do you tend to break away from traditions and cultural norms? Are you the rebellious type?

Pietà: Name something that tugs at your heartstrings.

Venus De Milo: Do you believe that everyone deserves a second chance, no matter what they've been through in the past?

The Thinker: Do you often find yourself getting lost in thought? What is it usually about?

The Great Wave off Kanagawa: Do you like the Ocean?

Water Lily Pond: What are your favorite flowers?

Capitoline Wolf: What is your relationship with animals? Do you like them? What is your favorite animal?

Winged Victory of Samothrace: Do you strive to meet your goals and never give up on them?

Nighthawks: Are you a night owl or a early bird?

Lady with an Ermine: Do you have any pets? Would you like to have pets? If so, what would your dream pet be?

Wanderer above the Sea of Fog: Do you tend to get lost easily?

Napoleon Crossing the Alps: Are you a brave and daring individual? Would you fight for freedom if you had to?

The Anatomy Lesson of Dr. Nicolaes Tulp: Do you value your ability to get an education?

Christina's World: Is there anything you long for?

Washington Crossing the Delaware: Do you want to make an impact on this world? What do you want to be remembered for?

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Angelina Jolie photographed by Alexei Hay for Guerlain, 2017

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Congratulations, Taylor! You’ve been accepted for the role of Annabella Chaney! A note from Admin Hollie: Oh gosh, the thing that struck me the most reading your app was how…elegant your writing is? Truly, it’s so beautiful to read and the imagery you bring forth is just incredible and so, so, so perfect for our resident Queen Annabella. You were able to perfectly mix the facade of decadence with the thoughts she has within and the almost business-like way she views things? It was such a joy to read, and it made me so happy to see her so fully realised. I can’t wait to see where you take her, my darling! Please look over our new member checklist and be in touch about sending your account in. Thank you so much for your interest, and welcome to Inferno!

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