elle fanning, female, she/her, 24 / i think caroline darling just walked by, the rosebud. they were born into the darling money who is of new money. when asked theyโre likely to say theyโre charming, but the newspapers say theyโre more along the lines of impulsive. and i do believe i read something about them in the newspaper last week โฆ something along the lines of bank owner's eldest daughter rejoins new york society after a suspiciously long hiatus. hot breath fogging up the winter glass. shrill sounds that could be both screams or laughter. hands holding onto each other, fingers tangled up with each other. unruly blonde curls tucked into a french pompadour.
HELLO Iโm O. and this is my trash daughter <3 if youโd like to plot dm me here or on discord: orsika#9056ย
BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME: Caroline Victoria Darling
NICKNAME: Carrie
AGE: 24
GENDER:ย Female
PRONOUNS: She/her
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Biromantic
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual
SPOKEN LANGUAGE(S): English, French
BIRTH PLACE: Manhattan, NY
MARITAL STATUS: Unmarried
RELATIONSHIPS
PARENTS: Victoria Agnes Darling nรฉe Bishop, Harold Darling
SIBLINGS: Arthur Harold Darling (25-30), Evelyn Agnes Darling (18), Richard Thomas Darling (14)
SIGNIFICANT OTHER: N/A
CHILDREN: N/A
BIOGRAPHYย
!!TRIGGER WARNING!!ย - mental health issues, self-harm
-Caroline had always thrived to be the perfect lady. Sheโd studied hard, took care of her younger siblings, made sure to learn every trick from her mother in entertaining and being the lady of the house and yet... there was always something that pulled her back.ย
-Her little episodesย didnโt help her in her place in society either. Her family kept it well hidden most of the time, but they slipped out every once in a while. Screaming too loud in the carriage moving across the street, dresses ripped in the most questionable places, the doctor seen at the Darling house most times than ever. And of course, the fact that despite having suitors piling up by the doorbell, Caroline still hasnโt managed to marry anyone yet, even though her younger sister is already living apart from the family in her match-made-in-heaven marriage.
-Members of the Manhattan society found it questionable, when the Darling family announced that the lovely, fragile little Caroline would be going on a French tour for the unforseeable future. Most curious indeed.ย
-(trigger warning: self-harm) It wasnโt so curious for Caroline and her family, of course. After bloodying up her sheets with the cuts she inflicted upon herself, Caroline was sent to a French institute of sorts, which was most known for itโs discretion.
-And now, after almost a year-long hiatus, Caroline has stepped foot again into Manhattan, raising questions about her left and right. As her family is from new money, it is clear that she had made an easy target out of herself, and anyone around her. Vicious rumors have started going on about her about an unwanted pregnancy out of wedlock, or the romance of her and some penniless french farmboy. But none come even close to the truth.
-To be completely honest, Caroline is far from being cured. Nor does she think whatever illness she has can be cured. But in order to take the weight off of her familyโs shoulders, she is determined to find herself a suitable match by the end of the year and clear the Darling name of any and all dirt, even though she is still a ticking time bomb ready to explode.ย
โDo you think theyโve got any cake left?โย The ball was well under way by the time Caroline had finally found a room secluded enough to take a break. Dancing and drinking and talking to people was fun, until it was overwhelming. And it could get quite a lot very quickly, especially for her. The presence of another was only not unwelcome because it was someone she was comfortable with. Caroline sighed, her eyes moving from Celesteโs frame to the painting she was sitting in front of.ย โNevermind, even if there was more cake, Iโm much too tired to get some for myself. I do not think mother would be inclined to leave just yet...โ
โ--But that is also why our dear mother doesnโt allow us to have any pets, but to be completely honest with you, I quite reckon it is because she is frightened of anything furry.โ How Carolineโs conversation with the poor Livingston boy who asked her for a dance turned into that topic was purely the boyโs fault. He was utterly boring (and perhaps shy to really show his personality), and thus, Carolineโs quite beastly side was released. Thankfully enough, the dance moved on to the part where the ladies would dance together for a while, and as soo as her eyes landed on the familiar face of Veronica Kennedy, she skipped and glided towards her as if she was running to her only refuge in a battle.ย โIf I have to keep talking about my family to Thomas Livingston any longer, I fear I might scream at him! If I feign Iโm light-headed, would you escort me some place he wouldnโt find me for the rest of the night?โย
among the opulence of the VANDERBILT BALL, at the BEGINNING of the night. โฑ open.โ
โi for one adore flowers,โ she orates from atop the white cloud of her dress, accepting a coupe of champagne from an extended platter. โbut i do believe that the vanderbilts have brought in so many strains of various flora tonight that they may force some of us to retire early out of a sudden oncoming of hay fever.โ serafine takes a modest sip, eyes turning from appraisal of the room to assessment of the individual across from her.
โhave you an opinion on the decor?โ
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And thereย it was. Caroline was almost starting to question where the sudden sweetness came from, but Serafine soon assured her that it was anything but. The last comment brought a mischievous glint into Carrieโs eyes while she kept her smile to the usual soft one.ย โWhatever could you mean? I happen to enjoy feeling like Iโm a jungle wonderland.โ There was half a truth to what she was saying, but Caroline liked sounding as unpredictable and, as her aunt or mother would say, unique, as possible. Whether she was mocking, or simply being genuinely naive, was a mystery to even herself.ย โHowever,ย I do wonder what Mrs. Vanderbiltโs garden must look like...โย
โoh, do wait -โ the sweet voice lilts forward the way a hand reaches forth to grasp a shoulder, delicate and cupped at the palm, waiting to hold you within. simonetta strides quickly from the cobblestone walkway to the curb, a sudden joyfulness turning her movement buoyant.ย
โi knew a horse that looked just like this. grey speckles, down to the white over this eye. itโs remarkable.โ one lambskin glove traces gently over the steedโs calm face,ย โhow darlingโฆ just the same. perfetta.โ
simonetta leans to the side, for the first time looking beyond the elegant neck of the horse to the rider who sits in the carriage behind it.ย
โdoes the prussian emperor know youโre in possession of his favourite cousinโs beloved mount? itโs a great prize to have stolen.โ
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There was quite a numb, unreadable expression on Carolineโs face as she sat back int he carriage, fingers picking at the tip of her glove, trying to swallow the urge to act out. She had been under a tight schedule ever since sheโd come back from France. Not a minute spent alone by herself. Nor a plan made out of her own will. Going back home int he middle of the day seemed to be the worst thing that could ever happen to her so, clearly, as the carriage was stopped, and she heard a somewhat familiar voice, Caroline peeked out from behind the carriage door. She remained silent for a while, listening to the other woman speak, then with her eyes lighting up, along with a smile appearing on her face, she opened her mouth as well. โAnd stolen I indeed have, Mrs. Lamb! And I must insist that you please keep quiet about it, especially around His Majestyโs cousin, should you be in their presence in the foreseeable future.โ She ignored her companionโs advice about stopping with the jokes, and soon enough she was getting out of the carriage. โWould you like to discuss the circumstances of thisโฆ prussian horse hostage situation while we promenade?โ
sophia ย was ย a ย lover ย of ย central ย park ย , ย the ย sights ย , ย the ย sounds ย , ย the ย smells ย and ย the ย people ย . ย it ย somehow ย transported ย sophia ย back ย to ย her ย muddy ย days ย in ย france ย , ย how ย she ย longed ย to ย go ย back ย if ย for ย anything ย to ย see ย how ย the ย french ย branch ย of ย their ย brand ย was ย doing ย , ย and ย perhaps ย see ย her ย father ย who ย was ย now ย traveling ย the ย world ย to ย set ย up ย new ย shops ย across ย europe ย . ย โ ย i ย do ย hope ย the ย rain ย holds ย off ย , ย โ ย she ย looked ย up ย to ย the ย sky ย , ย and ย within ย a ย second ย the ย skies ย opened ย . ย โ ย or ย not ย ! ย โ ย joy ย was ย on ย her ย face ย as ย she ย took ย off ย her ย shoes ย to ย be ย able ย to ย run ย . ย โ ย do ย you ย know ย of ย a ย dry ย place ย ? ย โ ย it ย was ย above ย the ย whisper ย of ย a ย lady ย but ย with ย the ย sound ย of ย roaring ย rain ย she ย needed ย to ย yell ย .
The gentle breeze lightly caressing Carolineโs rosy cheeks as she enjoyed the outside air of the park very quickly turned into a much fiercer wind, and along with it came the dark grey clouds soon enough. Caroline perked up to the hastened footsteps around her, and it seemed as if she was just snapped back up from a daydream. At least that was what could be read from her confused expression. Her eyes fell on a familiar face, then the body that accompanied it, and Caroline stifled a laughter into a simple smile as she watched the other lady take her shoes off. โGoodness. A dry place, in the middle of central park?โ She stood up, not minding the raindrops on her dress one bit. โUnder a tree, perhaps? Or, my carriage is waiting by the edge of the park. Although I seem to have lost my ladyโs companion. We would have to wait for her in the carriage.โ She took a pause before speaking again. โIf it isnโt entirely indecent, you may use my parasol in the meanwhile. I would not mind!โ
