Softness is not Weakness

"they keep calling you a breeze because they’re frightened of what you might do when you discover you are a hurricane" victoria laris. windweaver. twenty one. lady-in-waiting to princess eveline. silver elite.

[swelle]

“Cheat?” Sabina echoed as Victoria stood, faux-astonishment manifesting in her features and a hand delicately placed over her heart. “That isn’t the word I’d use at all.” There was nothing wrong in offering a little assistance in something so silly as a game, surely. Sabina just liked to see the faces of the unsuspecting victors light up. “It’s been quite exciting for me, too,” Sabina offered, linking their arms together as they set off through the tightly-packed square. “I cannot believe how many people have come, and come from so far! I wouldn’t be terribly surprised if there were others from Delphie here today.”

[ladyvictorialaris]

Victoria knew that cheat was not a word that was even in Sabina’s vocabulary but her faux dramatics made her laugh nonetheless and she looped her arm through the others girl’s as they began to walk. “Well it is quite the event, it draws people in. I can’t remember the last time that we had one like it,” she said and it was true. A public event where Silvers and Reds freely mingled? It was almost unheard of. “We’re likely not to get one again anytime soon.”

[ladyvictorialaris]

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When Victoria was about six, she was playing a game of hide and seek with some of the children that her parents were fostering at the time. She hid herself in a closet, hiding for quite some time. But when she tried to get out, she couldn’t because the lock was locked from the outside. She has been terrified of small spaces ever since. They make her feel trapped an like she cannot breathe, a windweaver’s worst fear. Suffocation is also one of Victoria’s biggest fears, and while she does enjoy swimming she will not stay under the water long enough to feel like she can’t breathe. 

[ladyvictorialaris]

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Victoria’s favorite weather is when it’s sunny with a mild temperature; warm but cool enough because of a gentle breeze blowing through and a few clouds rolling through the sky. But she also enjoys a good storm. When it thunders and rains and the wind is howling she doesn’t mind sitting and watching it.

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[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin Volume I

(via provst)

[laeliagliacon-deactivated201606]

“Carousel.” It didn’t take longer than a second between Victoria finishing her question for her to spew out the answer. The entire idea of riding in a circle on a different animal had entertained her for longer than she would like to admit. There was also the kissing booth where quite a few men had caught her attention in different ways than just the kissing aspect. She would not voice that opinion though as it was not in the right company to do so. She didn’t have the luxury to run to another with such gossip, so she was forced to keep the happy thoughts and moments to herself. “I am already dying to go again if I’m honest. A lot of this is new for me…”

[ladyvictorialaris]

Once again, Victoria was struck by how strange Laelia was. She seemed to come from another world, with her white hair and wide eyes that took upon everything with wonder. But Victoria knew that she would be a fool if she believed that that was all there was to the girl. “Well I’m sure you’ll be able to go again if you wish,” she said and then nibbled on her lip a little. She knew that what she wanted to ask would be considered impolite and prying but she could not help herself. She wanted, no needed to know more about this girl that had replaced her at Dom’s side. “If you do not mind me asking, if this is all so new to you...what is it like where you are from?”

[swelle]

Sabina watched Victoria recline, contemplating the way she’d so easily agreed. She realized suddenly she had spent too much discussing the royal family, mentioned all the princesses by name to only emphasize the one sibling she’d forgotten. Truthfully, with Queenstrial always forced to the recesses of her mind and Victoria not speaking of him, Sabina found it quite easy to forget all about Domitius altogether. “Yes, please,” Sabina chimed, popping to her feet almost as quickly as the smile reappeared on her face, eager to make up for her lack of tact. “On our way around,” she extended her hands to Victoria, a silent offer of her help, “might we pass by the milk bottle game? I think, with your help, you might be able to offer some unexpected assistance to those less skilled. Oh, and then we might find Octavian!”

[ladyvictorialaris]

Victoria took Sabina’s outstretched hands with small smile and lifted herself up, wishing that there had been enough wind that she could have given herself a little push. “My dear Lady Welle are you suggesting we cheat?” she teased with a small smirk on her lips as she brushed some dirt off the skirt of her dress. Unlike Sabina, she did not wear it well. “But yes, let’s see if we can find him. I’m sure this is very exciting for him.”

[sueyqli]

“I could say the same to you, Miss Windweaver. I have half the mind to try to find Sera to get her to referee.” Diana smiled as she pulled Victoria towards the booth. Her aim wasn’t quite something to brag about, but she never did like to back down from a challenge.

[ladyvictorialaris]

“We shall just have to remain honorable won’t we then?” Victoria let Diana drag her over to the game booth and when they got there, she handed some coins from her purse to the attendant. “On 3 we throw?” she suggested as she lined up to take her shot.

[generalmacanthos-blog]

WBS + text posts [part 4]

[vndervood]

“That makes sense,” Lucretia nodded, “The air in here can be so stifling; almost feels like–” like drowning? She reconsidered her phrasing; dramatics and melancholy did not go hand in hand, and she would much rather be quiet than openly subscribe to either. Lucretia glanced out of the locked window as they passed, turning the corner toward the kitchen, for a moment wondering if Victoria, perhaps, would understand the idea of drowning in the stifling air– she’d understood everything else so far. “That’d be perfect!” she nodded, looking back to the older girl, “We can just pretend we’re outside. I’m sure the plants can sympathize. Surely we’ll be allowed to go back outside soon, though, right?”

[ladyvictorialaris]

“It feels like you’re suffocating,” she finished the sentence for her. Though perhaps that was not exactly what Lucretia was going to say, Victoria had understood what she had meant. As a Windweaver, her worst fear was having no access to any air. And sometimes the castle, with all its people and rules, did make her feel like she was suffocating underneath it all. But she smiled again at Lucretia’s enthusiasm and gave a firm nod. “That sounds like a wonderful idea. And I’m sure we will, once the sentinels make sure that everything is safe.” She felt the odd desire to stroke the younger girl’s hair back or perhaps twist it into a long plait down her back, but she held back both the desire and her hand from doing so. 

[swelle]

Though Victoria has used a teasing tone and was absolutely correct, Sabina still wrinkled her brow in displeasure as she curled another tuft of cotton candy around a pointer finger. To think that someone, anyone lived a life where they rarely enjoyed anything was nothing short of a travesty in her eyes. “Hiding your happiness? That just sounds so exhausting, though,” she decided with a heavy exhale, picking at the last shreds of the sugary confection. “Perhaps that’s all part of being princess; Seraphina’s much the same, at least in that way. I couldn’t do it.”

[ladyvictorialaris]

“It’s very exhausting,” Victoria said with a small sigh and she laid her down onto the grass. While Victoria did not essentially hide her happiness, she was used to hiding many other emotions. The sadness and loneliness that she felt because of Dom, and the now anxiety over what her future was going to be. But she was not going to put that onto Sabina and darken her sunshine. “But enough of this talk darling. Should we not enjoy the carnival while it lasts? Let’s have some fun.”

[brooksfaulkner]

That was an acceptable toast. Nodding in agreement, their glasses with the pink fluid clinked together, before he downed it in one go. Brooks could feel the sweetness invade his mouth, making him cringe already. The glass slammed back onto the counter again, his face frowning showing off his clear disapproval. “How can you drink that? It’s so sweet, my mouth is sticking together.”

[ladyvictorialaris]

Victoria felt bad for laughing at the face that he had made but she could not help it. The distaste was evident all over his features. “Years of practice,” she joked as she sipped her own drink with far more ease than him. “I admit I’ve never had much of a taste for anything stronger than champagne or wine.” Besides, it was not becoming of a lady to drink the harder liquors. “I take it that is has not become your new favorite drink?”

[flamesofnorta]

It didn’t matter that her accusations were true; it didn’t matter that he was guilty of sharing a bed with more women other than just Laelia. It didn’t matter that when he told her that he loved her, he didn’t mean it in the way that she did. It didn’t matter that he was becoming increasingly terrified that he wasn’t CAPABLE of the sort of love that she gave, and even more so that he wasn’t worthy of it at all. He was terrified that no matter how hard he fought, he was becoming more and more like his father with each passing day. It was as if it was written into the lines of his bones, into the palms of his hands and embedded into his blood. It didn’t matter that he knew she didn’t deserve this treatment, because here she stood in front of him. The woman who he’d always gone to to feel LOVED, to feel s o m e t h i n g other than hate and fire was the one causing it to rise to the tips of his fingers. It was a betrayal, and in the moment, to Dom, this far outweighed any dishonesty of his own. He tightened his hands behind his back, his chin raised defiantly and indignation clear in the lines of his face. “Say it. If you’re going to accuse me, Victoria, say it.”

[ladyvictorialaris]

The people around them gasped as the wind suddenly flared up and whipped their hair into their face, made their skirts fly up, or caused them to lose something that they had been holding in their hand. The red and black banners that had been displayed around now the Square violently flapped and even the seats of the Ferris Wheel began to rock. Victoria took a deep breath, trying to calm both her emotions and the wind was now around blowing around the two of them because of them. But thankfully the wind was distracting the crowd that gathered around them to watch the spectacle of the Prince and his forgotten lover; Victoria did not want anyone watching this and then going on to whisper more cruel words about her and laugh at her broken heart behind her back. But finally, maybe because of her ability giving her the inkling of strength that she needed, Victoria looked up into his blazing blue eyes and let the words come out. “You’re sleeping with her.” Victoria was not naive to how Dom was. She knew that he charmed other women. But none of that had mattered before because it had always been her that he had returned to, her that he had said he found solace in and said that he loved. No matter when he had seemed to stray before he had always come back to her and that was what had kept her going all these years. But now it was different, Laelia was different from the other girls. Because of her Dom had barely even looked Victoria’s way. Did he not need her anymore? Had she been officially replaced? But Laelia didn’t know him like she did. Did Laelia know that no matter what Dom had to sleep on the side of the bed that was closest to the door, or that he always put his left shoe on before his right? No she didn’t because she did not love him like Victoria did. “...why?”

[swelle]

Sabina might have noticed Victoria’s hesitation if she hadn’t been hoping to catch a glimpse of Emmett in the crowd, as if she might have been able to summon him with only a warm thought. Even though she couldn’t spot him, she had high hopes he was enjoying himself immensely, and Lake, too. They deserved it. "Everyone but Helene, it seems,” Sabina remarked casually, returning her attention exclusively to Victoria once again. “I didn’t think she looked particularly happy. Especially sad as it’s her birthday, no? You didn’t happen to hear anything from Eveline or anyone, did you?”

[ladyvictorialaris]

“Helene rarely enjoys anything,” Victoria joked. Though perhaps a cheap shot at the princess, it was not a total lie. Helene may have been a burner but she was not particularly warm. It was unsurprising that even on her birthday, at a carnival that had been set up for the occasion, it was hard for her to crack a smile. Victoria had gotten a small one out of her when she had delivered her gift to her and that itself was a major victory. “But I did not. I would not worry yourself over it to much Sabina. That’s just who Helene is. I believe that even if she was enjoying herself she would not want anyone to see it in order to keep up her reputation.”

[brooksfaulkner]

Brooks believed himself to be grown up enough and confident that he would not easily question his own manliness. Not that he believed those would be defined by stereotypes anyway, so what could a pink and fruity drink do to him? He might not enjoy it because it would be too sweet, too chemical and too foreign. But his pride would not get wounded because of that. Standing tall and determined at the bar counter, nodding his head at Victoria. He had initially planned to pay. He didn’t have as much as she did, but he knew what a gentleman was supposed to do. Either she took pity on him or didn’t believe in stereotypes just like him. Taking the glass from the counter, raising it slightly in the air. “I’m ready. But what are we drinking for?”

[ladyvictorialaris]

Victoria smiled as the drinks were set down in front of them and picked up hers as he did his. “We are drinking for...” she paused for a moment as she thought about what the cause of their toast should be, “A happy day for everyone.” Reds and Silvers alike. One day where they momentarily forgetting their differences and the behavior that society demanded. “And for not too bad of a shot,” she lightly teased with a small smirk and then clinked their glasses together. “Cheers.”

[sueyqli]

“She’s already so tall, I think she’d appreciate being able to tower over all the boys as well.” She grinned, poking Victoria’s shoulder with a laugh. “Your confidence challenges my pride, Lady Laris. I have no choice but to challenge you to a carnival game.”

[ladyvictorialaris]

“Well then I have to accept your challenge Lady Eagrie,” Victoria laughed with her and glanced around at the game booths that were available to them for their pleasure. “What about that one?” she pointed to a game where the objective seemed to be getting a ring onto a bottle. “And no cheating in the game Miss. Eyes!”

[vndervood]

As Lucretia stood, following in step with Victoria– who, she noted, moved quite like the princesses in all the old movies she’d watched as a child– she glanced out of the closed window to her right, eyes following a familiar bluebird as it fluttered from the windowsill to a tree just beyond her line of sight. Oh how she wished to reach from the window for the little bird, who was much freer than she. “It’s a bit hard to breathe like this, being trapped inside,” the air grew thicker and thicker, like water, with every passing hour, “I think it would be much easier to write out in the gardens. Fresh air and flowers always seem to help the words come more easily, at least when I’m writing in my journal.” She was rather secretive about her journal, but Victoria she trusted. 

( the list of those she trusted, in full, had just grown to two– it was a monumental achievement indeed )

[ladyvictorialaris]

“I agree,” Victoria said with a small nod. She did not voice to Lucretia her fear of being trapped inside small spaces; since she was a child and had gotten locked in a closet by mistake, being confined into tight quarters made Victoria go into a panic. The castle was no small closet but it still had the same affect. At least she could open a window and feel the wind at her fingers to bring her some solace. “I always need a window open, even in the wintertime though then I have it open just a slight bit. Helps me write as well.” Letters and entires in her diary included. “And why don’t we go to the parlor by the greenhouse then? It’s not the gardens but it is as close as we can get given the current situation.”