i could not see to see

Dreams are sweet, until they're not, men are kind, until they aren't. F l o w e r s bloom, until they rot, and FALL apart. Is anybody listening? I open my mouth and nothing comes out. Nothing, nothing gonna w a k e me now. F l o w e r s , I remember fields of f l o w e r s , soft beneath my heels. Walking in the SUN, I remember someone...

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nothing but the candle in the mirror — gilbert and georgiana

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Even in her loneliness, Georgiana felt as if her feelings were not her own. Ever since the broken off engagement, it was if a cloud of bitterness has started to grown in her chest, overwhelming everything else. She wasn’t angry with William, or with anyone on that matter. But Georgiana always had that seed of melancholy inside of her, born from the burden that came with her position in society. Now, however, it had finally found a propitious ambient in her heart. The candlelight shadows seemed to emulate her emotions, distorted and glooming in the walls. Georgiana could hear music and laughter just down the hallway, where her mother was certainly looking for her. She would never miss the chance to parade her daughters like fine jewelry along the bachelors of London. There was beauty to the shadows, nonetheless. Georgiana’s fingers ached for something to drawn on, to freeze that moment in time. The Godwin was so distraught by her wave of thoughts, that she barely noticed when someone sit beside her, only barely registering the shape of a man before raising her eyes. “Lord Seymour.” The surprise was evident in her voice. She had only been formally presented to the man once, during one of her father’s formal gatherings. The rumors about him, however, had been filling her ears for days. At least she wasn’t being the solely target of London’s entertainment.

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Paintings || Lucretia & Georgiana

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“But that does not diminish your skill, sister. I would like to have such a talent in painting, but alas, I am completely hopeless.” Lucretia replied with a soft smile, her eyes fixed upon her eldest sister. She loved Georgie deeply, but she sometimes felt small in her presence. It wasn’t discomfort, or fear, rather a sense of reluctance to truly share her mind with her - or perhaps she was just wary around the whole situation revolving around her dearest sister and William Cavendish - her betrothed’s brother.

At her sister’s question, Lucy’s smile slightly dropped, and she pursed her lips in thought. A whole lot of things were troubling her, but she didn’t know how to talk to Georgiana about either of them, without mentioning Richard. And she really wanted to talk to her about Richard. “Nothing that won’t be fixed with a little time on my hands.” She settled with saying, before adding; “Though, I am a little concerned leaving you and Viola on your own. However will you survive mother and father, without my constant aid?” A light chuckle escaped her lips.

Georgiana could sense some sort of discomfort in Lucretia’s stance. Like she was walking in a frozen river, that could crack at anytime and swallow them both. The older sister made sure to smile warmly, though she was a bit out of practice when it came to it. Showing her emotions was hardly something Georgie did, and everything seemed a bit mechanical when it came to her expressions. She was afraid that leting people see a small part of her heart would end up with it being stabbed.

“Time is a healer, if i must say so myself.” It was time, after all, that had allowed her to see her situation with clarity. She wasn’t happy with it, of course - who could be when they had become a target for easy jokes around London. But she was not angry, or even sad. “Oh, I don’t think I’ll be able to survive mother’s parties without you.” She giggled, in a bit of a childlike way. It was Lucretia’s effect on her, making everything a bit lighter and less sorrowful.

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OOC INFO

Name: Anya Age: 18 Pronouns: she/her Timezone: gmt-3

IC INFO

Name: Georgiana Godwin Age: 26 Pronouns: she/her Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman Family: Althorp Political Affiliation: Whig

At least 3 headcanons about your character:

♔ Georgiana was not only different form her sisters in appearance. From the moment she was born – the first child of 2nd Viscount Althorp – there were great expectations placed upon her shoulders. A good marriage, for starters, that would bring even more power and stability to her family. And Georgiana, as the good kid she was, never once complained about dull lessons, etiquette rules or the thought of being bonded to a man she would never really know.

♔ Gracefulness was never a trait Georgiana possessed, to her mother’s dismay. She was nice to look at, as her old maid would say, but no masterpiece. Nevertheless, there were things more important than rosy cheeks and a pleasant smiles, a thing Georgiana learned quickly. She was smart, and even a bit vicious when it came to defending her family’s best interests.

♔ There is a rebellious streak to Georgiana that she mostly keeps well hidden from the rest of the world, just like her political and philosophical views in life. She sees the Whigs as much more than her family’s political affiliation, but an actual way to put power where it belongs. However, you would be lucky to hear her talking about any of this. The woman is hardly social by nature, though her laughs and smiles could easily fool you. And she knows well how to keep up appearances.

♔ Amongst her many classes and tutors, everything expected from the eldest daughter of a viscount, Georgiana found a taste for painting. It was a way to stop thinking for a couple of hours, not worrying about politics and marriages. Her mother always approved of this, saying a young lady shouldn’t spend her time overthinking about man’s business as Georgiana tended to do. The woman has a special knack for cartography, drawing and painting beautiful renditions of maps her father possessed.

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Paintings || Lucretia & Georgiana

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When her sister invited her inside, Lucretia all but waltzed into the room, closing the door behind herself, and inching towards Georgiana. It was a familiar view - almost like a deja vu; her sister mere inches apart from the canvas, eyes fixed upon the cloth as she meticulously guided each stroke of the brush to bring her imagination to life. What were the books for Lucretia, that was painting for Georgiana - a way to escape their everyday world, the expectations and desires which always clashed.

Setting up the tray of scones on a table between the one where her sister sat with her canvas, and the one that the younger Godwin took, opposing her sister. “I have no doubt it is as lovely as ever, Georgie.” Her gentle smile widened, and she pursed her lips in thought, as she wondered about the topic of their conversation. As much as she wanted to talk about Richard, she didn’t want to talk about all of them, and so she settled asking; “It seems as if we could not have a moment to share, lately. I quite missed talking to you. I thought this could be a lovely opportunity for us to just talk, sister to sister. If you have the time, of course.”

Lucretia moved with a grace Georgiana could only ever imagine to possess. In a stroke of inspiration, the eldest sister moved forward and started repainting the roses, to be not pink as the ones their gardener had planted, but as fiery as Lucy’s hair. It felt fitting. “You praise me too much. It is just oil on a piece of fabric.” If anything, her real talents lied within her eyes, who never let a detail unnoticed. The painting were just a way society saw fit for her to use them.

“I always have time for you, my dear Lucy.” Her voice was ever so stern, as if gently censoring her sister for thinking she wouldn’t want to spend time with her. “Brushes and canvas are fine companions, if you ask me, but I miss my sisters’ voices.” It was comical, how the three Godwins had such different views in life. Georgiana rejoiced in hearing her family’s thoughts and feelings, especially when she managed to be of some help in guiding them. It was always easier to analysing someone else’s feelings than your own. “Is something troubling that pretty head of yous?”

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Paintings || Lucretia & Georgiana

It has been a while since she had had a heart to heart conversation with her eldest sister. During all this commotion of becoming betrothed to, none other than, Richard Cavendish, Lucretia didn’t have a moment to stop, and just rest. Or, to talk to her eldest. One of the things which bothered the youngest Godwin daughter ( besides the fact that she was to marry ), was the fact that she was marrying into the same family which has scorned her sister, some time ago. The Godwins were, apparently, hell-bent on getting their Godwin-Cavendish union, and Lucretia had little to no say in it; but, if she were honest, she would say she didn’t mind marrying Richard.

What she did mind, however, was not knowing what Georgiana thought about it, and so she’s made it her mission to hunt down her eldest sister, and just talk to her - whether about the Cavendish groom, or the other things, in general. Seeing how her sister was not in the parlour, nor her bedchambers, nor was she out riding as her horse was still in the stables, there was only one other place where she would find Georgiana Godwin - the painting room. Lucretia brought along with her a tray of scones, if only to have something to fidget with while she, undoubtedly, asked her sister the burning question of the union. 

Knocking gently on the door, Lucretia peeked her head inside with an affectionate smile; “There you are, I was looking all over for you, sister. If you have a moment I would like to speak to you. I brought scones.”

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The painting room felt like the only place in the world where Georgiana could properly breathe. All around her where her beloved maps, some colored, most made out of perfectly placed lines of charcoals. A couple painting also hung there, the ones she was especially proud of. One of her favorites depicted her two little sisters, with the beautiful red curls and smiles. It was only the two of them, however. Georgiana never painted herself.

At the moment, she was quite pleased with her work, an oil painting of the gardens. And most especially, in making sure every tiny flower was as botanically correct as possible. She would have missed the knock on the door, if it hadn’t been followed by her little sister’s voice. “Oh, do come in Lucretia! I’m just finishing this painting for mother.” She smiled softly, even if her eyes hadn’t left the canvas. 

Georgiana, in truth, has a good idea of why Lucretia wanted to talk. However, she had no interest to speak about the Cavendish, or even her sister’s engagement. It was a selfish act, something Georgiana rarely allowed herself to do. Her feeling and thoughts were not her own, but rather, whatever would please her family and society. Nevertheless, she was intend on not sharing any of this with Lucretia, who she could only hope was content with the engagement.

Though privately, Georgiana did think pure contentment was the death of a soul.

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