Alessandra Alistair

24 | Lady Alessandra Alistair | Witch

[of-servants-pirates-and-lords]

Open Starter: Lavinia

There had been no shortage of work here at the castle. The king seemed to have quite the affinity for balls and parties, not to mention weddings, and no doubt there would soon be celebrations for the child soon to come. There were already sketchbooks full of designs for mother, father, and baby alike.

But there were slow times too, when there was little need for a seamstress, and it was then that Lavinia got to be what she concidered her truest self: a writer. She had been working on her novel all morning, breakfast a mere afterthought to the story that had been sitting unwritten in her head for weeks, but now she had reached a scene that was troubling her.

Writer's block.

Perhaps a change of scenery would do her good? Yes. After all, the scene took place in a garden. How fitting it would be to write it in one. So, Lavinia quickly packed her paper, quill, and a small vial of ink and hurried out of her bedchamber towards the garden.

[ladyalessandra]

Alessandra was probably a bit too lax here in the castle lately. Well, she was a bit too lax in general, her father would say. So she decided to take a bit of a break, and where better than to go outside?

She smiled as she saw Lavinia heading the same direction. “Hello, Lavinia,” she spoke, music in her tone. “How are you this morning?”

[ladyalessandra]

Alessandra’s Masquerade Ball Ensemble

[perioddramasource]

SYNNOVE KARLSEN as Clarice Orsini in Medici 2016-2019

[markantonys]

TOP 10 I MEDICI CHARACTERS (as voted by my followers) ↳ 3. (tie) Clarice Orsini

I used to wonder why the roses were cut back so brutally after they’d struggled to yield their bloom. But I soon realized it was so that they would grow. So they’d be ready for the struggles ahead.

[ladyalessandra]

an-endless-prospect​:

The sound of his sister’s voice immediately brought a smile to Reuben’s face. As she linked her arm with his, he slowed his pace, now not quite so desperate to look as if he had a destination in order to avoid mindless conversation. His free hand lifted to rest over hers for a moment before falling back to his side. 

“Quite wonderful, actually,” he replied, not quite able to conceal his enthusiasm. A moment later, his smile turned mischievous, glancing at his sister out of the corner of his eye as he nudged her with his elbow. “Why, do you miss me already, little sister?” 

Alessandra chuckled at her brother’s apparent happiness. She was truly happy for him, as well. “I’m glad to hear it. You deserve all that is good, and a life with Genevieve is surely that.” She smiled at him, though she shook her head gently at his nudge. “Hardly.” As if she would admit to such a thing. “And I highly doubt you have had the time to miss me.”

[rayreddi]

Clarice: Medici: Masters of Florence (s2e3)

She was the daughter of Giacopo Orsini, of the noble and powerful Roman family, whose great possessions spread over half a province, and her mother was of the still more distinguished line of the Bracciano, a sister of the splendid Napoleone. Her uncles were amongst the most influential cardinals in the Curia, and her soldier family was rich in great military captains.

[sharmans]

Perhaps the people here would have been happier if Lorenzo had chosen to marry one of their own.

[rayreddi]

Clarice: Medici: Masters of Florence (s2e3)

[osvaldrps-archived]

Synnove Karlsen as Clarice Orsini on Medici: Masters of Florence, episode 2.03 “Obstacles and Opportunities”

[sharman-debnam]

[give-me-a-thousandkisses]

Clarice de’ Medici in “Medici: The Magnificent” (2018)

[dancing-with-the-waves]

Continued from x; @ladyalessandra​

Noting that Alessandra had picked up her pace, Aphria slowed down herself until they were walking side by side. She couldn’t help the quiet sigh that left her lips as she did so, however; she supposed her alone time would have to wait a bit longer. Though, she had to admit, that her new brother-in-law’s sister wasn’t the worst company that she could have ended up with. They hadn’t had much to speak lately, and they were technically - distantly - family now, after all. 

“Believe me, I understand,” she replied, giving a quick nod. “You would think with our parents, we would be used to it, but there’s only so much that I can handle. I assume you are the same way?” 

[ladyalessandra]

She hadn’t conversed with her the blonde as much as she might have liked, but perhaps now was the chance to remedy that. Hopefully Aphria wouldn’t mind the company now. Alessandra chuckled softly as she nodded. “Yes. But it is my brother more than my father who can be a bit... overbearing, at times.” Perhaps not the best word, but the best that came to mind. “I love him, I do. But I think he should like me to never be on my own.”

[ladyalessandra]

@an-endless-prospect​

“So tell me, dear brother,” Alessandra spoke, nearly running to catch up with him and link her arm in his. It had been a week or so since her brother’s wedding, and she’d seen very little of him in that time. Granted, she wanted him to not quite hover so much, but she found she missed his company. “How is the married life?”

[ladyalessandra]

gltrngold​:

“I find novelists are simply poets with more room for their thoughts; the poetry is not lost, merely…” 

Blythe drifted off for a few moments, expression one of thoughtful consideration as she sought the right word to finish the saying, fingertips toying with the material of the dress she’d put on. “…Extended. A poem is a tragically brief thing, is it not, and perhaps most poets are tragically brief people. But novelists, forging worlds — forging their own hypothetical dominion, where the right sentence can do the unthinkable — well, they make gods of themselves. And: well, who is there to grant absolution for gods? They may be the most powerful, but also… the most unforgiven.”

Talk of the literary brought forth the side of the pirate that did not bear swords coated with blood; the Blythe Briarcliff without the ‘captain’ before her name, though her words were quietly authoritative in a whole other manner. The girl who would once have sat in a library for hours, hair held out of her eyes, finding the next riveting tale to steal away the hours until it was dark outside and the people were sleeping. 

“No,” she shook her head, “I find catharsis in tragedy, most of all: in death, and in love severed. For all that reading is an escape, we so often find ourselves back at that which speaks to us.”

Alessandra was quiet as she listened. She certainly hadn’t expected the pirate captain to be so attuned to literary works. Alessandra herself had certainly read countless novels, but she found herself returning to poetry ( perhaps because they were so brief ) time and again.

“Yes,” she nodded when the woman finished speaking. “Yes, I suppose that’s true.” 

She often found you could learn quite a bit about someone based on their favorite work of art, whether it was literature, a painting, or even a piece of music. Every one told a story, and it was bound to be their favorite because they saw in it a piece of themselves. 

Even she, so young and vibrant, had experienced tragedy. “Perhaps you might show me one of your favorites one day.”

[dancing-with-the-waves]

Aphria peeked around the corner of the castle before slipping outside onto the path that would lead down to the beach. It had been days since she'd caught even a glimpse of the ocean and after hours of listening to her mother rattle on, she wanted nothing more than to forget everything but the water against her skin, if only for a moment.

She tried to walk as if she had somewhere important to be, but even so, she jumped at the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned to look over her shoulder, a smile reluctantly appearing on her face.

"Good evening," she said, giving a small nod.

[ladyalessandra]

Alessandra hadn’t meant to interrupt Aphria’s thoughts ( if that was indeed what she had done ) but she picked up her pace when she was acknowledged. “Good evening.” She smiled softly. “I was just out for a walk. I needed a bit of a break from all this palace life.”

[ladyalessandra]

The Many Faces of Alessandra Alistair

Young: G Hannelius Current: Synnove Karlsen Older: Amanda Seyfried

[ladyalessandra]

gltrngold​:

Blythe couldn’t help but let a slight laugh fall from her lips. Most were startled by her proclivity for the literary, and it never failed to leave her amused; she understood why, of course, with most knowing her for being a harbinger of war and of death — after all, those who fell foul of her rarely lived to tell the tale, and she wielded swords as though they were merely extensions of her arm — but she had read ( and written ) since her earliest childhood.

It was quite excellent to find some common ground with the lady, as that always made conversing easier.

“I always have,” she said, “enjoyed it. It’s its own form of adventure, is it not? For when you cannot travel, and adventure that way—” such as now, with her ship in the port — “it’s an excellent substitute. What do you like to read?”

Alessandra did not like to be laughed at, so she hoped the woman was perhaps laughing at the situation and not her. Still, the smile never left her face as she listened to Blythe. True, reading was an adventure of sorts. If you read the right things, you could travel to a place you had never been and still see and hear all that it had to offer. 

“I quite like poetry,” she answered. “It’s much more beautiful than other writings I’ve found. I get lost in the pages quite easily with poetry.”

She paused, wondering if that had made any sense to the captain. “And you?” she turned the question around. “What is it you like to read? Are they all adventure stories?”