Like A Bat Out Of Hell

Feyre 'Fey' Rosewood. 28. She/Her.

[dragandfashions]

Costume Appreciation: The Invitation(2022)

[feyrosewood]

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With her sister Liza working at the bakery and with a sweet tooth of her own, Sterling found herself in Sweet Nothings far more than she probably should be. She liked to bring Sunny there to get her a little treat every now and then while saying hi to Aunt Lizzie. With this being so common for Sterling she quickly befriended the owner. Feyre had always been supportive of her, having known her even before Sunny was born. She was like a second mother to her, and she kind of loved it. “Morning, Mama Fey!” Sterling grinned as she walked up to the front of the store, letting Sunny sit on the counter. “I’m great! How are you? I feel like we haven’t spoken in… a few days. That’s a long time for us.” she laughed.

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“I know,” Feyre laughed in agreement, her nose crinkling at the corners, “I was starting to get worried, thought you’d found a new favorite place to visit.” She leaned forward, giving the toddler a little wave, “Good morning to you too, miss sunshine.” She gave the child’s nose a little boop before looking to the mother once more. 

“Cinnamon latte?” She picked up a cup, a bright smile on her features, “Have you guys eaten yet?” 

[feyrosewood]

Possible tws: Religious trauma, allusions to abuse

“Well, Miss Martin? What do you say?”

The voice sounded so far away, like her head was being held underwater.

“Miss Martin?”

She was lost in her own mind, replaying all of the heartbreak, the fear, the guilt she had felt through her entire life in the name of the church of The High Chosen.

She thought about the way her father, the Elder of the church, sat her down at the age of ten to explain to her she’d be forced to marry the most worthy boy of the church; and how that worthiness was calculated based on the donations from their parents.

She thought about the debutante ball he’d forced her to participate in, parading her around the stage like a show dog before sending her to the dance floor with a full dance card.

She thought about the weekly meetings with the very pastor that stood before her and her father, where she needed to explain her worthiness and promise she was still pure.

“Feyre.”

It was a different voice that brought her back to the present. It was younger, and came from beside her.

Feyre blinked, the pristine chapel surrounded her once more, and she glanced over at the owner of that voice. Her fiance. Her dark eyes connected with his and it felt like the white dress that adorned her body tightened with every breath. “I…” She struggled to catch her breath, but tried to wear a brave face as she turned towards the pastor once more. “I’m so sorry. What did you say?”

The holy man gave her a tight lipped smile as he placed his hand over the pages of his bible. “I asked, Miss Martin, do you take Mr. Sharpe to be your lawfully wedded husband?” He placed his hand on Feyre’s shoulder, turning her towards her fiance.

Her skin burned at the contact, she couldn’t help but flinch away from his touch.

“Do you promise to surrender to him? To support him through his dreams, his desires,-”

Her ears rang as she looked up at him, the man that was to be her husband- perhaps the only kind man within a hundred miles. She’d seen him around town, in church, and they danced at the church’s gatherings- He seemed to be the only person who didn’t see her like an object. They’d only been engaged for a month, and that was with Feyre stalling the wedding every chance she could get. His father, the highest bidder, won, and the wedding was supposed to be two weeks prior.

Her fiance took her shaking hands into his, an attempt to comfort.

They were both trapped. She knew that if they didn’t do something, they’d be stuck in this hell forever. They’d raise kids here, and those children would be forced to live through the same awful experiences they had. She’d asked him- no- begged with him to run with her, as far away as they could. They could be friends, they could have helped each other, but he said no. He couldn’t leave his family.

Though she couldn’t help but feel she was abandoning him when she shook her head and said, “No.”

The pastor stammered, “W-what? Miss Martin I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

“No,” Feyre firmly repeated, pulling her hands away from the only kind person she’d ever known. He gripped her tighter, silently pleading her to not follow through with this.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” She looked at her now ex-fiance, tears streaming down her face as it became even more difficult to breathe. Feyre yanked her hands from him before running to the small reception hall catty corner to the altar.

The girl locked the doors behind her and took that moment of calm to take a breath. Immediately after, she heard the familiar sound of her father banging on the door, screaming threats that would become promises if that door opened even an inch. Feyre scanned the room, trying her best to think of something to do. Anything.

She was so small- she couldn’t possibly fight back.

The banging on the door got louder and louder, it was nearly impossible to hear her own thoughts.

That was, until she saw the big stack of envelopes that sat next to the gifts on the table before her. Envelopes that had cards, cards that had money.

She kicked off her heels, jamming the points below the door in an attempt to slow them down even more, before scooping the hefty amount of envelopes up in her hands. She knew the janitor, who had been working for the church as long as she’d been alive, kept his work clothes in the closet, so she swung open the door and slipped on the work shoes that were too big for her and stuffed the envelopes into a backpack that laid on the ground.

She heard the wood of the door’s frame begin to splinter. She needed to leave- immediately.

Feyre slid open the nearest window and, without a backward glance, she crawled through. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her.

[feyrosewood]

Open Starter

Where: Sweet Nothings Bakery

@aurorabaystarter​

The warm smell of vanilla filled the bakery, and music floated through the air as Feyre set up shop that morning. She hummed along with the lyrics as she placed trays of unbaked sweets into the oven and placed the baked ones in the display case. Every so often she’d steal a glance to the window, admiring the sun’s beams as they spilled over the horizon. One of the perks of getting to the shop when it was still dark, she got to see the world come to life. She had been in the back grabbing more napkins and coffee sticks when she heard the bell above the door ring. “Oh- be right out!” She emerged from the back, setting the supplies where they needed to go. “Good morning,” Feyre smiled warmly at the other. 

She took a brief glance at the clock on the wall. There were still a few minutes before they actually opened, but she didn’t see the harm in helping them out a little early. “How are you this morning? Can I get you anything?” 

[feyrosewood]

Welcome to Aurora Bay, FEYRE ROSEWOOD! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like NATHALIE EMMANUEL. You must be the 28 year old OWNER OF SWEET NOTHINGS BAKERY. Word is you’re COMPASSIONATE but can also be a bit GUARDED and your favorite song is CHURCHYARD BY AURORA. I also heard you’ll be staying in SEABROOK QUARTER. I’m sure you’ll love it!

General Info

Full Name: Feyre Rosewood (Previously: Feyre Martin) Nickname: Fey Age: 28 Date of Birth: June 21st Gender: Ciswoman Pronouns: She/Her Orientation: Biromantic/Bisexual Religion: Pagan Occupation: Owner of Sweet Nothings Bakery

Personality

Label: The Flight Risk Aesthetics: a fire gently cracking in the fireplace as rain dances on the window, unfiltered laughter and bright smiles, the smell of freshly baked cookies after a hard day, alone and peaceful but never lonely, a soft breeze carrying a crunchy leaf on an autumn afternoon. Positive Traits: Compassionate, protective Negative Traits: hypervigilant, impulsive Goals/Desires: She wishes to make a career of her photography someday, to see the world (Paris, Prague, and London are at the top of her list), and she wants to adopt a dog. Fears: being locked in a dark room (from growing up), needles, heights Hobbies: Photography, baking, knitting, dancing. Habits: spinning the gold ring she wears on her right hand, humming songs, glancing at a door any time it opens.

Possible connections wanted:  Her ex-fiancé  Her ex boyfriend (first one she had after escaping)  Friends, best friends, found family A bad influence

Bio: TW: Cults, religious trauma, abuse (vague but there)

Feyre grew up in the Church of the High Chosen, a cult led by her father. On the surface, they seemed like a happy family. Extremely religious and maybe a bit closed off, but happy.

She was raised to be the perfect wife. She did enough sports to stay fit, but not too strong. She learned how to cook, bake, clean- anything a “perfect wife” would be able to do. As the daughter of the Elder, if she wasn’t the prime example of perfection, she’d fail and bring the family down with her.

Her father had been planning her wedding ever since she was born. To them, the more children and grandchildren there are in the family, the better the patriarch was in god’s eyes. Through her teenage years, he’d locked her away to keep her out of the town’s view, wanting to make sure nobody ever “got used to seeing her.” He paraded her through pageants, at church functions, all while taking donations from the members of the cult to see who was worthy of marrying Feyre. She would go to school and immediately come home, with severe punishment if she was late at all.

When he saw the money stop rolling in when Feyre turned twenty three, he made a decision to marry her off to the son of the Sharpes.

She delayed the wedding every chance she could get as she finally realized what atrocities had surrounded her and had been done to her. She wanted to escape- she begged her new fiancé to run with her, in hopes they could be friends and find a new life outside. He wanted to support her, but he couldn’t leave his family, he couldn’t truly see what was wrong with their life at that time.

On their wedding day, she ran away. She took the money that was meant to be a wedding gift and ran as far as she could, ending up in Aurora Bay where she’s been for 5 years. 

HCs: 

The pervious owner of the bakery was the first person she met when she got to Aurora Bay. She’d been travelling all night, just to get as far away from the cult as she could. At the crack of dawn, she came into the bakery in a torn, filthy wedding dress, asking for the cheapest food they had available. The owner took her under her wing and helped her get on her feet.