gallivanting about

multimuse dependent blog for @briarglenrp

[gallivantrs]

lady veronica cecilia talbot; daughter of the earl of ravencourt, heiress to battley manor. dependent muse for briarglenrp.

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[escteric]

had his ego been even a bit bigger, his smile would have fallen off his face. veronica wasn't soft with her teasing. he had made a rookie mistake and started a game of verbal push-and-pull he was not equipped to win. " no, please, i appreciate your passion for boring things. it makes you, ah... what is the word... ? multi-faceted. it's an exceptional thing to be. " his eyes spotted a nearby candle and he stuck the end of his cigarette near the flame. a few puffs and the cigarette was lit. " some people need the stability, " edmund pointed out, a hint of seriousness slipping into his voice. he had his opinions on marriages and arrangements. he mostly kept them to himself, more than willing to allow other people to make assumptions about him and his feelings. but with vera it wasn't difficult to offer a shard of sincerity. " i think if i did not have my siblings or perhaps if my parents had been different... i might have been interested in finding someone likable and doing it with haste. it is easier to build an enjoyable life with a spouse. whether there's burning passion or not. some people do not get to experience independence until they are married and under a new roof. " his eyes scanned the crowd and eventually he spotted the familiar golden curls of his sister's. " it is a shame there are certain expectations that come with the vows. " there was no true freedom, or if there was, it was not reserved for people like them.

[gallivantrs]

Though it stung her a little bit to be called such an euphemism for 'boring', she hoped her expression did not betray her. The enjoyment she took in the banter more than made up for any injury, anyway. "How does the saying go– 'Only boring people get bored'?" She retorted, observing the incandescent tip of his cigarette scintillate as he puffed in the air. Her fingers itched to follow him and light her own, too, but in the all-too-public setting, she hesitated. Contemplating how much further a smoke could plummet her reputation, she idly twirled the cigarette between her fingers, shifting it fluidly from one phalange to another. She only stopped to give his words a careful listen. "I suppose I understand your argument, to an extent. None of us want to be truly alone, do we?" A shrug, the tone of her voice lowering a bit, perhaps to match his seriousness. "Company is good. Someone to share life’s burdens. But... calling it 'independence'–" She wrinkled her nose a bit, as if she could smell the drivel. "–that’s stretching the truth a bit, isn't it? We're really only trading one set of constraints for another." With plenty of expectations, as he pointed out, predominantly around appearances to be kept. "I only wish not to be a hypocrite, I suppose. Whatever arrangement I get, I'd like to be true to my spouse, and them to me, and us to those around us." It was bizarre to feel that this was such an unrealistic desire.

[cldgods]

Amytis had been at her mother's side for a few moments before the queen's attention was pulled away. They'd been able to speak so shortly, only a quick question about her father before there were others who needed her. A pat on the head and a promise of speaking later was what she was left with. What she did need now was to escape, she had to be there but she needed air.

After stopping and speaking to every person who even looked at her she finally made her way outside. The idea of letting anyone down and letting anyone think she wasn't exactly what she should be, it chilled her to the bone. Letting out a deep breath as soon as the doors closed she spun quickly at the voice.

Glancing towards the sky Amytis was reminded of her father, "I used to come out here all the time with his majesty." Even now he loved the stars and planets. "I never quite memorized them the way he did but I can appreciate them." It was nice to hear someone speak of them so fondly again.

[gallivantrs]

The sky held Vera's gaze in a lock for a few more seconds, before her eyes descended upon her company – realizing it was none but the princess she was speaking to. A small curtsey was granted, seeking correction. "I was not aware that his Majesty is a lover of astronomy, your Highness." She noticed, then, that she could not recall having seen the King in any recent public appearances – maybe she'd even overheard some chatter on the topic of his withdrawal? It had not particularly registered with her, and in any case, she wouldn't dare to pry. "For me, the passion was also instilled by my father – we would stargaze on the grounds of the Manor for hours unending, on summer nights, when I was little," she recalled it fondly. Not terribly much was expected of her, back then – they would praise her only for memorizing the constellations and their stars. Now, was a different matter altogether.

[breakblehearts]

               It was instinctive to nod toward her words to confirm the information he had brought back with him from his adventures. This was their arrangement for as long as he could remember. Knowledge and tiny gifts for Veronica, an attempt to help sweep her away from Briar Glen and allow her onto his travels, in some way. Of course, never forgetting the sweet treats for Noemie, as well. ❝I heard it from a man outside of an academy. He raved on about these tiny rings.❞ While he could not remember every detail of the rantings and ravings of that older man, he did remember the passion that came from his words. How insistent he was. It was her own words, however, that had his head tilting slightly. ❝Oh, dearest Veronica, you could never look common.❞ Gentle words came with an equally gentle smile for his dear friend. ❝Charms? Certainly, they possess not the slightest clue of your true nature.❞

[gallivantrs]

"'Tiny rings'," Vera repeated, in contemplation, glancing back up at the planet's milky glow. An entirely different world, with rules of its own – stormy and thunderous, of noxious fumes. A raging giant, chaos incarnate. Adorned with tiny rings. Fascination carved a pleased grin upon her lips – It never ceased to fascinate her, how limitless were the possibilities offered by the universe. "Truly wondrous, don't you think?" She asked, glancing back at her friend. Vera realized his kindness – that he might have only taken note of such a comment to bring it back to her knowledge, one of several tokens he had brought her from his adventures. In many ways, his sensibility and humble grace made her think of Ney, which meant she would always have a soft spot for him. "'My true nature'?" Questioning glare descended upon him. "Now, what do you mean by that? That I'm devoid of charm?" The dramatics of her reaction – hand to heart, as if deeply wounded – an obvious jest. "Ouch."

[incompcrable]

"You say that ss though I wasn't already a master of it." Priscilla countered...even though they both knew that Vera had a point. Small talk had always bored her unless the topic was about other people and the way they'd made a mockery of themselves in one way or another. Vera had been one of the few people in the Ton that Priscilla had been more of herself with, who had gone along with revelry and dallying in a way young ladies were never supposed to. "I see Noemie has joined society; I wonder if she's ready for what the season will hold." The two of them were well-versed in what was expected and, while her role had changed since accepting her proposal, Priscilla knew that some of the debutants would have a harder time rising to the occasion. "I apologize I've been scarce the past few months; I've been a bit preoccupied."

[gallivantrs]

Veronica's eyes narrowed doubtfully at the claim, out of petty defiance, mainly. It was obvious to anyone how Priscilla was knowledgeable of the ways of the court, but Vera just couldn't take this image she projected as a master of hollow pleasantries seriously. "Were you? It slipped me by completely." Understandable – their close connection of younger years, when they had briefly been more than just friends, had revolved around a very different side of hers. At least it allowed Vera a privileged position to try to get on her nerves. "I recall our conversations being rather stimulating, if anything." Smug grin tugs at the corners of her lips, as she cocks her head towards Lady Cavendish.

The mention of her sister makes her instantly serious again. "Absolutely, she's ready. Biased as I might be, I worry only she'll charm more suitors than she can manage – I've never known more delightful company." That of course opened the doors to countless other worries, but those weren't for Priscilla's ears. Not given her penchant for gossip. "It's fine," a faint smile is given out, as she senses a hint of sincerity through the formal apology. "I've heard the news of your preoccupation. You're quite satisfied, I presume? Should I congratulate you?"

[sunkvssed]

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the hustle and bustle of match making was something he didn't miss when his hand was unwillingly given to another. thanks old pa pa. But now that that hand is currently unattached due to his own actions - he felt like a sheep among eager mama's. the next earl of clifdom - an important man. a man secretly not interested in the womanly figure. He gave a dance or two out of respect but managed to slip away onto the terrance to breathe. he leaned on the rail , exhaling deeply.

he heard the jingle of the terrance handle and he jolted , hurrying down into the gardens away from what he expected was a mama trying to introduce a daughter. he'd already forgotten the twentieth name give to him. but when he saw a figure coming up in his hurried steps - he almost turned to run the other way ... until he noticed it was a familiar one. "ah ! cousin !" thank god.

he rushed to hide behind her , a hand draped onto her shoulder as he tried to hide but ... how can a 6 ft man hide behind her ? "save me." He whispered to her. he saw rustling skirts flutter by them. "Hold on . What are you doing out here unchaperoned ?"

[gallivantrs]

Any commentary Veronica would have offered about the night sky was cut short when her cousin bolted away into the gardens, as if by instinct, it seemed – much like a rabbit hearing movement of a predator in its surroundings. "Cousin...?" She called for him, looking around in frozen confusion, as there were, of course, no predators to be found out on the terrace, only her shadow to make her company. A second of pondering, knowing her motives to slip away were likely to be speculated on, if anyone had eyes on her, but she descends after him regardless, curious as to the source of his affliction.

When he reappears, she's startled by his latching onto her shoulder and hunching behind her in hiding, but realizing the absurdity of the scene Vera can't help but to snort. "Asif !" She contains laughter, trying to be serious for a minute to identify any threats, but her conclusion was the same–"You're either hiding from your own shadow or from mine, cousin, we seem starkly alone out here." Thankfully, too. The cool air of the gardens and the silence was a welcome respite, as was Asif's company. Lightly cynical scowl set itself on her face at his question and the mention of a chaperone. "Oh, I don't know – Chasing after you?" She poked at him with a clever grin. "Taking a breather, really. Mama is quite focused on Noemie this year." Which made it all the more manageable to escape from her claws, for once.

[escteric]

he took very strategic three steps which placed veronica directly between him and his mother's line of sight. he pulled out his cigarette container and, ever the gentleman, offered the treats to her first. " dear vera, i fear you are becoming a proper lady at this rate. your choice for conversation is the night sky. " he wrinkled his nose ever so slightly before placing a cigarette between his lips and looking for the closest source of fire. " a very safe choice for a conversation. one might think you will speak about fabrics and flowers next. " perhaps in another company, she did and always had. edmund just wasn't privy to that side of veronica talbot. he was not all that sorry for it. his veronica was something the ladies of the ton could hardly handle. " i have a fact to share with you about the night sky as well, though. " he lined his face next to hers, made sure they were staring at the same sparkling stars in the sky, and repeatedly drew a line in the air. " when all of those beautiful things there line up, that is when you and i have found two poor souls to marry. some call it impossible and i am not brave enough to question the good judgment of other people. "

[gallivantrs]

Her eyes drift away from Jupiter momentarily to land on his case of cigarettes, then at him in his providential stance, shrouding her from most of the ton's view. Her smile dripped with smugness and a discernible hint of gratitude as she stealthily took a cigarette and awaited his light – figuring she could manage a smoke or two at least in obscurity, if he cared to stand just as still for a moment longer. "I have no idea what you mean. I have always been a proper lady," she replied with a roll of her eyes and an amused grin. The label meant many things and nothing at all, and Vera wasn't terribly attached to it – plenty amongst the ton would disqualify her as such, but in her heart, she would stick to it, if pressed. "My mistake, though, Edmund – I momentarily forgot how any conversation with the slightest hint of substance will fly right over that charmingly vacant head of yours," she joked, knowing he'd take no offense. Vera was more than happy to spare him of all things 'serious', as she was, frankly, only there to evade them, too. Though they couldn't outrun their responsibilities forever – as Edmund eloquently pointed out, with her watching closely the lines he drew onto the fabric of the sky – they sure as hell could try. "It's such a fallacy, really, all of it. I hear about how half of these couples have all manner of arrangements, spoken or unspoken." She let out a heavy sigh imagining herself in such a position, leaning a bit of her weight onto the railing behind them. "That almost sounds like the best case scenario, which in itself quite ridiculous".

[bvrningflares]

rin itoshi had been watching her for a moment before making his way to the terrace, his steps as quiet as the night itself. he had seen veronica brush off that lordling with a grace that only she could muster, and he couldn't help but admire her resolve. there was something about her tonight that was different—a subtle tension that he could sense even from across the ballroom. as he stepped onto the terrace, the cool air greeted him, bringing with it the faint scent of the gardens below. he was dressed in his usual dark attire, his presence almost blending into the shadows, but there was no mistaking the intensity in his gaze as he approached her.

"jupiter is indeed remarkable tonight," he said, his voice low and calm as he followed her gaze to the sky. "though i wonder if it is the celestial bodies that truly capture your interest, or if you are simply looking for an excuse to escape the chaos inside." there was a hint of amusement in his tone, though his expression remained composed. he paused for a moment, considering her. "if i might be so bold, lady veronica, you seem... distracted this evening. perhaps it's the company inside that is not to your liking?" he leaned slightly against the stone railing of the terrace, his eyes not leaving hers. "or could it be something more personal?" the question was probing, but rin had a way of asking without demanding answers. it was part of his discerning nature, a quality that made him both mysterious and, to some, unapproachable. but with veronica, there was a curiosity that he couldn't quite shake.

[gallivantrs]

A brief sight escapes her as she's met with Lord Itoshi's presumptions, almost amused by how much his questions seemed to wrongly assume about her. "Please, Lord Itoshi, you evidently don't have as much insight into me as you believe yourself to have." One eyebrow was raised, as she prepared to savor her elucidation– "I've had my eyes up at the stars for as long as I can recall, and have thoroughly studied the trajectories and properties of most celestial bodies known to academia – they truly capture my interest." Her gaze remained locked to his, not wavering at his antics. She imagined how much fun she might have had with him, had the circumstances been different – how she might bat her eyelashes at him while sharing in all the frustrations with the other Lords who just didn't get her like he did, who were dull and square, all paling before him in his mysterious charm. He seemed so eager, it would have been a full platter, really, and a feast for her eyes to watch his thirst the second she walked away, as she inevitably would, and much sooner than he'd imagine. She might start by saying, as she did– "Ah, but you're right – there is something quite personal," and lean forward only an inch, as she did, eyes steady and piercing through him. But alas, there was no way in hell Veronica would entertain the thought of toying any further than that with a married man – she respected Lady Itoshi far too much for that. He misjudged her, as men often did. "In fact I was just telling your Lady wife all about it, right before excusing myself from the party. You should go and ask her, I'm sure she'll be thrilled to share it with you." A lie, but hopefully he would take the hint: she wasn't interested.

[incompcrable]

─── ⋆⋅ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

Priscilla looked forward to the first ball of the season each year, though her experience with them was on the lower end of numbers. This year was different though, she found herself hitched already - or rather, to-be-hitched, and she wasn't sure if being on the sidelines was something she particularly wanted to get used to. The ladies looked like baby deers in the middle of the floor, dangling after more than a handful of cock-sure lords who hadn't turned an eye in their direction. It was all rather vexing...not being a part of it. "Quite a handsome group of debutants this season, wouldn't you agree?"

[gallivantrs]

Every year felt largely the same—the same faces among the ton, the same predictable encounters at every ball. Yet, the feelings stirred by seeing Priscilla hit differently each time. Priscilla was betrothed now, or so she’d heard. Once, they might have been close enough to share such news personally, to cherish and celebrate each other as friends. But that time had long passed.

"Yes, yes, quite handsome indeed," Vera replied, indifference ringing clear in her voice. If she believed Priscilla had any interest in a genuine conversation, she might have confided how she truly only had eyes for Noemie, and how deeply she worried for her, soft white underbelly now at the mercy of the wolves. But she suspected that anything genuine was the last thing Priscilla wanted, especially if it came from from her. "It seems you've come to master the art of small talk, Priscilla. Truly remarkable."

[breakblehearts]

               Ellis Davenport, known as a frequent traveler, had just returned from yet another journey. A man who avoided the ton as much as he possibly could. Watching the fainting maidens and the way suitors would fight over who they considered to be the Season's Prize was always a sight he wanted to avoid. But he always returned home for his favorite people. One of whom he knew he could find hidden away from the ball itself, never one you would find directly in the middle of a soiree. Dressed in the only garments he could manage to dig out of his packed bags, the male shifted his way through the crowds until he found himself stepping out onto the terrace. Safety - he left the door open to allow eyes to peer out, never wanting another to dare say she was entirely left alone with the other. What would the Ton say? As her words came, the male shoved his hands into his pockets, immediately falling into a state of uncare towards how he looked as he approached the other. ❝A gentleman I encountered abroad declared it to be the grandest sphere in the heavens. He noted that it is adorned with rings, yet they are so delicate as to be scarcely discernible.❞ Did the male himself know which words were true and which were the creations of a madman? No. But he found himself sitting on that rock, listening to this man as he raved on about the planets in the sky. ❝Already retreating from the festivities?❞

[gallivantrs]

Veronica's eyes drifted away from the starry sky to take in her friend, who stood tall on his very own shoulders, even as he shrunk himself into his pockets – in fact, it seemed like every time Ellis found his way back to Briar Glen, he looked a little less like the dreamer boy engraved in the fabric of her memory, and more like his own man, seasoned by these stories of distant lands he brought back with him. "Rings now, really? On Jupiter? Most peculiar, that was never described in what literature I've read." Most likely it was the outcome of novel observations from abroad. The pettiest sense of envy reared its head at her. "Darn it, Davenport – I'll soon look oh-so-common next to you, with all the foreign knowledge and adventure you're no doubt amassing for your repertoire." Though she hoped her smile conveyed the truth of it, really – that she was happy for him, and glad to see him again. "Not soon enough." She sighed, leaning into the railing with arms crossed. "I swear, if I have to endure one more fortune-hunting lord droning on about my so-called charms, I might just fling myself into the punch bowl and drown my sorrows in fruit and brandy."

[gallivantrs]

closed starter – @andprejvdice & lady veronica talbot location — the queen's diamond ball, over refreshments.

The rat-looking Lordling was at it again, not the first time this evening Veronica saw him resolutely marching over to attempt to win her favor, and perhaps the last spot on her dance card. His intentions were obvious to all, as it was well-known his house found itself impoverished, and Veronica loathed the transactional nature of the attention her newfound status as an heiress attracted. She glanced around in search for a way out of this position, and her eyes landed on one among the ton who she knew also found himself thoroughly disinterested in the courtly games of match-making, and who conveniently was already plenty used to her boldness. "Kind Lord Halifax–" she approached him with one hint of reluctance, and another hint of pleading in her smile– "Since in the past you've been so eager to graciously shower me with your guidance, perhaps you'll jump at this chance to put your generosity to good use." Lord Halifax seemed to think there was something about his position that entitled him to expressing opinions on Veronica's life, from her marriage prospects to how she should handle legal and financial implications of her inheritance. Maybe it was his bond to Leonard, as these displays started soon after his passing – as her brother's close friend, she knew he too had grieved for him, so perhaps there was a link between grief and his behavior. In any case, she would much rather endure a dance with Asriel and fend off his unsolicited advice than to go on battling the lordlings and barons-to-be for the final opening in her dance card. She glanced anxiously at Mr. Rat Lord, who looked puzzled in his search after her swift evasion. "Care to lend a hand?" She asked begrudgingly with a flicker of the wrist where her dance card was attached – it was the kind of ask she'd make to Leonard, had he been here, one of the innumerous ways his absence was felt.

[banburytalcs]

His regret of arriving was wavering ; for several moments Everett would find himself considering leaving, slipping out the doors and assuming no one would really notice his absence, if they had noticed his presence at all. But there were other moments, where his curiosity won and he found himself with another drink in hand, debating staying until the end. If he had suffered through pleasantries so far, surely he could make it another hour or two . . . however long these events were meant to last.

On the terrace, he had to admit, it wasn't all that bad. He was a person that preferred being outside, surrounded by plants and nature, if not busying himself in the stable. The flowers were beautiful, and so was the woman he wasn't expecting to see there.

❝ You are quite peculiar, Veronica, ❞ he stated after she spoke, though he did take it all in. Everett liked to learn new things, and there wasn't much talk about Jupiter around him. Not to mention, good company was proving quite difficult to find tonight ; he would happily speak with her. ❝ I would expect you would be dancing with wee Lords rather than speaking of moons to a stable hand stricken in years. But I suppose they are all quite boring. ❞

[gallivantrs]

His commentary brought a hint of smugness to the grin upon her lips. Calling her by name at the Queen's ball was audacious, even by Everett's standards, but she was not the impressionable kind, and her glance was locked to his steadily, with measured poise. "I'll gladly take any ears that are willing to indulge me, Mr. Bolivar, and my rambling. Especially under an enchanting night sky like the one we're graced with tonight. I warn you, I too can be quite boring" She mimicked his tone, finding entertainment in walking a tightrope between familiarity and propriety. "As for our dearest Lords, and the dancing, and the courting–" could she explain to him how they continuously appalled her in their veiled approaches and dissimulations? Knowing Everett, she would much rather entertain him, in charm and intelligence that were decidedly coarse, but so very real, unblemished with the falsehoods of courtly interests. But that could not be said out loud – not there, at least. "– I suppose their enthusiasm has worn me out already, if you'll believe it."

[deareunoias-deactivated20250321]

Boudoir | Noemie & Veronica Talbot - The Queen's ball .

"Vera I have such butterflies," Her heart fluttered and so did her hands as her maid meticulously laced up her corset. She had her usual bath and hair washing, but this was special. It was the younger of the Talbot sister's first season and she debut well, well enough that she thought she saw the smallest of smiles from the queen herself when she presented herself and bowed to her grace. Surely that meant something! She breathed calmly before holding up her hand mirror. "Can you believe it? Tonight's the night! Oh goodness I don't know what to do with myself first, do I go to the lemonade first? No, we're to dance first, right?"

@gallivantrs

[gallivantrs]

Only 'pride' was a fitting word to describe the beam that flared up in her smile at the sight of sister through the mirror on the wall, each new piece falling into place in her ensemble a new brush stroke to paint a picture of the utmost grace. "Oh, hush, sister, I'll hear none of it," she teased her, "there is no need at all to be nervous, you're already breezing through it." Vera sought to reassure her, but of course she understood the singularity of this moment. Even her own debut – only four years past, but a seeming lifetime – had felt vastly consequential, and she was far more skeptical of the dealings in courtly love than Noemie. "It's all rather scripted, let's go through it, yes? We arrive, they announce us – young suitors catch a glimpse of you then and there, and immediately swoon by the dozen –" A merry cock of brows to encourage her– "Then it's the drawing room for us, and that's when the lads are surely to come for your dance card. Over lemonade, or punch, surely. Then the dance."

[gallivantrs]

open starter ft. lady veronica talbot // accepting replies; location — the queen's diamond ball, the terrace overlooking the gardens. tw: alcohol use

As the door to the terrace closes behind Veronica, the cacophony of the ballroom is mercifully muted, leaving her ears soothed by the sudden quiet. It was navigating the advances of a rude, presumptuous, rat-looking Lordling that served as the final straw to break her patience, leading her to trade the ball room for refuge in the cover of night, outside, with glass of wine at hand to temper humors. The gardens stretched out as far as her eyes could see, blurry under a soft nightly mist. The thought of descending there to be among the trees, rid of all manner of pleasantry, called to her – she even glanced around expectantly, thinking to find a friend with whom a genuine conversation could be held amidst some unchaperoned adventure in the gardens. But for once, the thought is nipped in the bud – glancing back into the ballroom, there was Noemie, taking her first official steps as a Lady of society, beginning her journey toward securing a much-desired love match. All of her actions tonight held her in mind, above all. So she would behave – die of boredom, if she must – if it mean protecting her sister's prospects. Her eyes drift to the skies while she savors a sip from her wine. An unmistakeable glint in its fabric catches her attention, just as another member of the ton seems to make their way to address her. "Jupiter is remarkably bright tonight." A whimsy point of her finger in its direction. "It’s currently at opposition, I believe, so directly opposite to the sun from our vantage point. I would bet you could even see its Galilean moons with a good telescope—four tiny points of light, right around it." For all the urges she'd be containing tonight, the one to provide unsolicited information was decidedly not one of them.

[gallivantrs]

let me be a dreamer let me float I can see the whole world from my own little cloud up by the milky way I'll stay here forever and a day you can't pin me down I fear all solid ground I'd rather be alone at tea love when nobody's makin' me, oh boys just make me cry believe me, I have tried I've made my rounds kissed some mouths trust me, I don't want a single soul around, oh I'm giving up, I'm throwing in my hat I can't take another lifeless little chat I'm moving up into a cloud, into my fantasy and no boy's gonna be so smart as to try and pierce my porcelain heart no boy's gonna kill the dreamer in me some might call me mad the worst this town has had I fell right down the rabbit hole legends say I fell so fast I lost my soul oh, my melancholic days are few and far away I've had enough, called it off as far as I'm concerned, this witch is numb to love, oh I'm giving up, I'm throwing in my hat I can't take another lifeless little chat I'm moving up into a cloud, into my fantasy and no boy's gonna be so smart as to try and pierce my porcelain heart and no boy's gonna kill the dreamer in me and no boy's gonna be so smart as to try and pierce my porcelain heart no boy's gonna kill the dreamer in me

[gallivantrs]

The Lady Veronica Cecilia Talbot attends The Queen's 1813 Diamond Ball in a gown of slate blue in draped silk, ladened with rhinestones and intricate embroidery along the waistline, sides and back – a special commission from up-and-coming modiste Ryong Su-mi. Her dark tresses are arranged in a decadent braid that cascades down her back until below the line of her waist, with elaborate appliqués of rhinestones throughout its length to match the gown.

ooc note – just imagine this gown shows a little less cleavage (she was not that ahead of her time, pls) and overall represents of a slightly daring, empire-waist regency style gown, with influences from her indian heritage that show up especially in the embroidery. see more references below!

[yenneferblog]

ANYA CHALOTRA Photographed by Rii Schroer for The Telegraph