Livinia

A tumblr for my Guild Wars 2 character, Livinia Thornley- or rather, now Lady Livinia Valister/ Lady Larkspur. I play Tarnished Coast, come rp with me via ingame or leave an ask! Be warned there are some triggery things here.

[liviniathornley]

OOC Disclaimer

My future rp post, was with Rycas rping Morgan and I writing her niece, written half from Morgan’s POV and half from Morgana.. I didn’t just write that on my own and unreliable narrators are a tool used frequently in writing, and that I often use as well as many others. Just clarifying for the confusion.

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You’re not writing the next Great American Novel. Citing literary devices is no excuse for using other people’s characters without their consent. Alurien is an unreliable narrator as is any other character in roleplaying context but I don’t go and use other characters without their consent. 

This is beyond ridiculous right now. I shouldn’t have to illustrate why this is a problem but if you realy want me to, if it’s really that far above your head and you’re going to use base English tools as an excuse, then I will illustrate it in full.

[liviniathornley]

I’m not trying to write anything using *anyone’s* characters without permission. I never claimed to. But for my characters to make references to others characters has never been an issue in rp. How my characters view others, isn’t how the character exactly is, as many have written such things about my character for instance but aren’t necessarily been true.

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There is a difference between referencing characters in modern context (ie: someone writing a letter to a friend and calling Alurien an asshole) and writing a future alternate-universe story and representing other people’s characters in really unpleasant ways.

In the first instance – if you really have a problem with people referencing your character and you contact them and ask them not to, chances are they will stop and should stop because clearly there is another issue at hand. In the second – you did use characters without their permission. This isn’t me or anyone else squinting and reading this with a fuzzy interpretation. You did this. Why would their be a PSA by House Larkspur if they felt otherwise?

The polite thing to do from here on out would be to go back and change the use of other people’s intellectual property to something else – a different House, a different group, anything – until you acquire real consent. And if you don’t acquire real consent, then leave it altered and don’t press it.

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Isn’t Liv an English teacher IRL?

[liviniathornley]

Lol, yes I am. We just covered the unreliable narrator with our short stories unit.

[liviniathornley]

OOC Disclaimer

My future rp post, was with Rycas rping Morgan and I writing her niece, written half from Morgan’s POV and half from Morgana.. I didn’t just write that on my own and unreliable narrators are a tool used frequently in writing, and that I often use as well as many others. Just clarifying for the confusion.

[syn-rp-deactivated20170806]

You’re not writing the next Great American Novel. Citing literary devices is no excuse for using other people’s characters without their consent. Alurien is an unreliable narrator as is any other character in roleplaying context but I don’t go and use other characters without their consent. 

This is beyond ridiculous right now. I shouldn’t have to illustrate why this is a problem but if you realy want me to, if it’s really that far above your head and you’re going to use base English tools as an excuse, then I will illustrate it in full.

[liviniathornley]

I’m not trying to write anything using *anyone’s* characters without permission. I never claimed to. But for my characters to make references to others characters has never been an issue in rp. How my characters view others, isn’t how the character exactly is, as many have written such things about my character for instance but aren’t necessarily been true.

[syn-rp-deactivated20170806]

There is a difference between referencing characters in modern context (ie: someone writing a letter to a friend and calling Alurien an asshole) and writing a future alternate-universe story and representing other people’s characters in really unpleasant ways.

In the first instance – if you really have a problem with people referencing your character and you contact them and ask them not to, chances are they will stop and should stop because clearly there is another issue at hand. In the second – you did use characters without their permission. This isn’t me or anyone else squinting and reading this with a fuzzy interpretation. You did this. Why would there be a PSA by House Larkspur if they felt otherwise?

The polite thing to do from here on out would be to go back and change the use of other people’s intellectual property to something else – a different House, a different group, anything – until you acquire real consent. And if you don’t acquire real consent, then leave it altered and don’t press it.

[liviniathornley]

For starters, I did change it, and I'm not using their characters or did anything other than mention them being a presence at the ball in the first place. Everything mentioned there was through mine and Rycas' characters pov. And last time I checked, Morgan Valister doesn't see Larkspurs in a positive light, ic, so icly how the character mentions them isn't going to be positive. This is rp, you can't stop characters from talking about your character in an rp setting. Or even make incorrect assumptions about those characters. The polite thing to do would've been for the party in question to message me privately and ask me to change it, which I have. It's not an issue for me to do so, though it has been an issue for others to give me the same courtesy in the past.

[liviniathornley]

OOC Disclaimer

My future rp post, was with Rycas rping Morgan and I writing her niece, written half from Morgan’s POV and half from Morgana.. I didn’t just write that on my own and unreliable narrators are a tool used frequently in writing, and that I often use as well as many others. Just clarifying for the confusion.

[syn-rp-deactivated20170806]

You’re not writing the next Great American Novel. Citing literary devices is no excuse for using other people’s characters without their consent. Alurien is an unreliable narrator as is any other character in roleplaying context but I don’t go and use other characters without their consent. 

This is beyond ridiculous right now. I shouldn’t have to illustrate why this is a problem but if you realy want me to, if it’s really that far above your head and you’re going to use base English tools as an excuse, then I will illustrate it in full.

[liviniathornley]

I’m not trying to write anything using *anyone’s* characters without permission. I never claimed to. But for my characters to make references to others characters has never been an issue in rp. How my characters view others, isn't how the character exactly is, as many have written such things about my character for instance but aren't necessarily been true.

[liviniathornley]

OOC Disclaimer

My future rp post, was with Rycas rping Morgan and I writing her niece, written half from Morgan’s POV and half from Morgana.. I didn’t just write that on my own and unreliable narrators are a tool used frequently in writing, and that I often use as well as many others. Just clarifying for the confusion.

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[liviniathornley]

Future Scene: Morgana Valister

Morgana Claire Valister was bored. Again. She hated balls. She despised them, one could say but that would mean she actually had a passionate feeling toward them. And decidedly, they were boring, too boring for even that.

She sighed, as the fifth gentleman of the evening came up to her to ask her for a dance and she promptly sent him away. She had danced with plenty of gentlemen that evening, as per her mother’s request. Yet, unlike her mother she despised dancing, she’d much rather be curled up with a good book, or Gods forbid, on the practice field with her aunt and cousin.

She sighed, sitting down with a flop on one of the chairs to the side of the grand-ball room, squishing her fan from side to side.

But then she caught out of the corner of her eye one of the /several/ young men that were at the ball, making a bee-line toward her and she promptly turned and found something better to do. Wasn’t there a library down some hall? Sure, Sarah would likely be pissed that she left without telling her, but honestly.. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done something like this before.

Morgana was decidedly -not- looking for trouble that evening.

Yet, she doubted her mother would agree with her when she skirted away from several would be lovers getting frisky in the halls leading to the library. Never mind the library itself.

Still, it was worth the risk to be away from the ball proper. Besides, what kind of trouble could she possibly get into in a library?

As if carving a path through the hall, lovers and couples wanting some privacy for naughty and indecent activities scurried down the halls and into open rooms. The echoing footsteps and the patter of paws on the long carpet gave every fop and ditz cause to escape the Lady Valister’s path.

Morgan had aged as well as one would expect with such an active lifestyle as she had lived even into her later years. Now in her early sixties, her hair black hair began to grey, and was promptly constantly dyed to keep it raven. Her features aged, crows feet forming at the corner of her eyes and soft wrinkles near her lips. Yet she needed no assistance save for the cane she used to walk, and the cane itself in place to help her deal with aging wounds, not aging muscles.

She stepped into the library, tailed by two large, black hounds. One her own, Caius - A proud Valister hound.  The second was Morgana’s, the one Morgan had let free to find his mistress and was promptly rewarded with Morgana’s presence, the hound having been given to Morgana years ago and a loyal companion. The steps came to a stop near where the lovely-dressed Morgana had sat in privacy in the Library, resting both hands gloved hands onto her cane - Gloves matching the rest of her gothic suit, the Valister Sigil on her chest.

“Your mother won’t have trouble finding you when she realizes you’re gone.”

Morgana looked out from the cover of the curtains in the window’s cushioned. She had gathered together an impressive stack of books and had one still open on her lap when her aunt’s voice cut through the murmur of of the ball.

“Aunt Morgan,” she drawled, nearer to an almost a whine but not quite.

“Whatever are you doing here, and with Cassandra! I swear, I just came here to read…”

“You took my wits, Morgana - You’re not playing me the fool.” She huffed, reaching over to push the curtains aside just enough to reveal Morgana, turning to settle herself, sitting near her niece.

Cassandra approached, pushing his snout onto Morgana’s lap for comfort.

“You know how your mother is.”

Morgana sighed heavily, rolling her eyes skyward. “Mother won’t even notice that I’m not there. She stepped out a few hours ago, with Lord what’s his face. The red head. He has been trailing after her all day. Reeeeaaallly, Auntie. Mother is otherwise occupied. And I danced with at least two suitors. Sarah saw me.” She murmured, scratching at her beloved hound’s head.

“Oh, I did not come to get you. I came to be with my niece for a time. Gods know Sarah needs not myself to fend off suitors. She’s probably torn off her dress by now, and beaten one of those poor boy’s into the floor.”

Morgan coughed, clearing her throat. “Your mother just wants you to be happy, as do I.”

Morgana shrugged, “Sure Auntie, sure. Mother wants me to be happy, but happily married and taken care of.” She muttered stiffly, looking down at the book and smoothing her hands down the pages.

She sighed softly, her lips pursed together in a fashion not unlike her mother.

“I’m not like her, and these balls are so boring.”

“Happy and married do not go together, Morgana, take it from me.” She scoffed bemusedly, reaching over to take one of the books off the stack Morgana had made.

“What are you reading there?”

The title that Morgan picked up read, “The Discourse of The Gods, Translations and Languages of the Arcane”, the others were similarly dry and lengthy in sound.

“ More on magic, Auntie, what else? Some of the editions here are older than the ones in the library at home and I wanted to compare them. So I thought I would just.. Re-read most of them. ” she grinned sheepishly, still running her hands over her hounds ears.

“And, yeah, I know Auntie. Trust me, Mother never ceases to warn me even as she sets me up with the Saville boy.”

“At least with the Saville boy, his looks will last. Savilles keep about the ruggedness. You never met the most handsome of them.”

She eyed the book for a moment before setting it down, setting her gaze onto Morgana.

“You’re very young, Morgana, yet you’re the most powerful Valister to ever walk upon Tyria - And the smartest.”

Morgana bit back the desire to roll her eyes too green eyes, permanently stained with a necromantic glow, “I know Auntie. You have said as much, repeatedly.”

“I was thinking, Auntie… I.. Might want to join the priory.. What do you think?” She arched a brow, her lower lip sticking out pleadingly.

“You’d certainly be lowering yourself, you’d have to make sure the other scholars didn’t hold you back. The Priory is an… Interesting choice. Have you forgotten of your responsibilities here?”

Morgana sighed again, dramatically, and rolled her eyes this time.

“But what do I really need to be here for? Imagine where I could go, and see. I might find something new, or old for that matter. I could explore ruins in Orr! I could become a great scholar. Ooh Auntie, please?”

“Morgana. I have never told you what you wanted to hear. I’ve never told you to do something needless for the sake of doing it. You want my honest opinion? You do need to be here. For your mother’s sake. You’re the only one who has ever brought her the truest happiness. She is always fearful of being alone…

Do I think the priory is a good opportunity? Certainly. Especially with you, you’d be leading the entire Order in a day, and for good reason; you can fix the damage those idiot norn and monstrous charr have done to the history books and put the truth back onto paper.”

Morgana crossed her arms, scowling faintly as she looked down at the book on her lap.

“Mother doesn’t need me here. Tristain is always with her, he’s the  patient one. He always has been. I’m sick of the balls, the frippery, the.. The nonsense, Auntie. I want to do something of importance. Not just sit around in libraries. I want to discover something and write a grand book about it!”

Morgan sighed softly, tapping her palm onto the tip of her cane. She peered towards Morgana with a smirk. “I believe the eldest of us are also the most hypocritical in our wisdom.”

“When I was your age, I would not be stopped in whatever endeavor I pleased. You are no different.”

Morgana grinned as she peered side long at her aunt. “Sarah will be pleased not to have to be my chaperone for another ball at least.” She almost giggled, gripping the the book with both hands, nearly bubbling with excitement.

“Aye, but only because she’ll demand you take her with you - Save for her not being the book sort. She will have quite the boredom on her hands in the Shiverpeaks.”

Morgana leaned over, pressing a kiss to her aunt’s cheek. “Ooh thank you Auntie, I love you.” She beamed, her hound whining for attention as well.

“I’m sure Sarah will write home about all the trouble I’ll get into. Doubtlessly Tristain will have to console mother.”

“Aye, but I’m sure Sarah- And Cassandra here - Will take care of you.” Morgan chuckled softly, looking over to Morgana. “Of course, you would not leave without saying goodbye to your family… Especially your mother. She’s far from perfect, but she deserves as much.”

Morgana looked guiltily down at her hands. “Well of course I’d take Cassie, she’d find me anyways. How could I dream of going anywhere without her?” She coo'ed.

“I don’t want to tell mother, she’ll get all weepy and try to guilt me into staying. Auntie, you know how she is.”

“You know as well as I do that she wouldn’t ever be able to pull  you from your dream. I ask that you at least tell her, tell her that you’ll be safe and give her a proper goodbye. Then, you leave her to me. I’ll keep her from any guilt-ing.”

Morgana sent her Aunt a look, “I could just write her a letter telling her, and give it to you Auntie. Mother -will- guilt me. She has that look, you know? That one with the trembling lip and the teary eyes? Ugh, she knows it gets to me.”

“She’s still your mother. I will be right beside you when you do, and make sure she doesn’t 'get to you’, but you will say goodbye. Please.”

“Fine, Auntie. I’ll tell her later though. Tomorrow. Gods know she’ll be a giddy mess with gossip after the ball.” She muttered stiffly. The young teen clearly had no intention of saying good bye to her mother, she had her aunt’s blessing and that was clearly good enough for her.

“Thank you. I’m certain when you tell Sarah, she’ll be just as eager to leave as you. I’ll have my own goodbyes to say. To you and her. Is there anything I must do? Contact the Priory? Muster horses and supplies? Do you even know -how- to apply to the Priory?”

Morgana grinned, “No, they don’t require applications. I’ve already spoken to their representatives in the Reach. They’d happily take me no matter what.” She murmured.

“You still need supplies for the trip, horses, coin to save, warm furs. You’ll be very far from our protection.”

Morgana schooled her expression. “Auntie. I don’t want further complications. Honestly..  I don’t need anything further. The Priory takes care of their people. I don’t need anything more. Really. Nothing unfair about it. ”

“You don’t think I’m as worried about you as your mother is going to be? You know it well, - The difference is, I’ve the sense to understand I cannot stop you. I just want you to be safe.”

Morgana grimaced, looking down at her lap. “No, but you trained me and Sarah and you know that we can take care of ourselves. I’m not foolish after all..”

She reached over, taking Morgana’s hand. “Just… Promise me, you’ll be safe.“

Morgana sighed, and shifted closer to her Aunt, sliding her arm around her as she leaned her head against the older woman’s shoulder.

"I promise Auntie Morgan, I’ll be careful as I can be. And Cassie and Sarah will be with me too.”

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[liviniathornley]

Give them an AU, any AU.

Livinia’s heels echoed down the narrow hall as she stalked toward the elevator doors. She frowned at one of the clerks working at the desk nearest to the door when he glanced her way curiously. The poor man hurriedly looked away and ducked over the computer he was typing away at. 

Thornley Instrustrial Shipping Co. was finally up and running again. Livinia jammed her finger a bit too hard against the elevator button, crossing her arms and tapping her toes impatiently as the doors swung shut on the glass doors. 

She had a meeting to go to after her lunch break, and she had to call the nanny and see if Tristan was back to talking yet or not. She had paid for four speech pathologists to see to the boy, endless therapy sessions and even a neurologist to see if there had been any lasting damage to the boy. And yet nothing turned up. And yet he still refused to speak. 

Never mind that she still wanted to get a trade agreement set up with Savile Financial and they weren’t returning her emails quick enough for her.  

She muttered under her breath, glaring at the elevator as it dinged down each floor at an achingly slow pace. Her cell phone buzzed in her pocket and she opened it up and glared, her lips pursing together into a thin line. Morgan. Again. She had texted her at least five times in the last hour, telling her that Morgana had thrown up, or was crying and that she needed to get her ass home now.

Livinia had played mommy dearest for the last few years. She didn’t have time to take off a third day of work when they were trying to branch out the company to Cantha. It just couldn’t wait. Morgana had a cold, that was all, and the doctor had said that in a few days she’d be fine.

Besides, that’s what nannies and aunts were for. 

[liviniathornley]

GW2 Character Ask Meme - What’s their favorite place in Tyria, and why?

Livinia sat back and sighed, tilting her head upwards at the ceiling. “That would have to be the sea side of Lion’s Arch. I adore the sound of the waves..” She smiled, closing her eyes as she imagined the gentle crash of waves on a summer’s eve and the smell of salt clinging to the air. 

“It’s relaxing.”

[liviniathornley]

List 5 of their favorite things, can be anything from food to places to activities, etc etc

1. The Sea

2. Roses (pink ones and white ones especially) 

3. Reading

4. Embroidery

5. Shopping.

[liviniathornley]

why my muse writes : 3 - our muses have lost touch and mine thinks of yours a few years later.

“Dear Laurie,

You can rest assured that though I haven’t spoken to you in years, that you’re still in my good graces. Not that I think you care overly, but just incase you have a heart attack at my writing you again. The last time we lost contact and saw each other you practically leapt from the stairs. So, I hope you are well, and I bid you not to fear. 

-Livinia”

[liviniathornley]

my muse needs to tell yours something they can’t say out loud

(I can’t even remember what this was. I think it was a letter?) 

“Dear Araxus,

The laces to your trousers are down.

-L”

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Scattered Happenings

“How is the progress on the dig site going?” Livinia asked from over the top of the files she inspected at her desk. Her lips pursed into a thin line as she read the read outs on what was found. How many bodies had been recovered, none of them mattering much to her. Save one, and that one had yet to be seen..

“We’ve cleared most of the upper tunnels, ma'am, and we’re starting work on the opening of the deeper deposits. We hope to find the supply rooms that you mentioned with in the next month.” The man that spoke looked frazzled, and wrinkled the hat in his grasp as he spoke.

“How much would it cost to decrease that time span?” She asked, arching a brow as she read out the cost of labor for the man and his team’s work.

“It’s less the labor costs ma'am and the fact that we’re trying to maintain structural integrity after some other teams seem to have already made a mess of things.”

Livinia lowered the page, folding her hands on top of the documents.

“What.. explain what you mean, other ‘teams’?”

The man visibly paled, and nodded.

“There’s signs someone else has been through there, a month or so ago? We don’t know for fact. They were sloppy. Nothing was particularly cleaned up and it impedes our progress.”

Livinia frowned, tapping her fingers in thought, before she looked up and waved the man off.

“Very well, go on back to the site. Inform me if anything changes. I want those items found.” The man nodded, and bowed.

“Of course my lady.”

-

Livinia eyed the ring that glinted on her finger, the dark blue sapphire looked nearly black, even in the light, though the gold gleamed around it in stark contrast.

“Yes, as I state in my paper work I would like to return my maiden name, Lady Livinia Thornley. Not Larkspur, not Valister, not Verdant and not Corpus. No dashes. Just Thornley.” She murmured softly, folding her hands atop her lap and watching the ministry clerk turn over the paper and signing off on it with a soft ‘yes of course’.

“Well, it’s done Lady Thornley. I simply need to file the paperwork and it will be in the registry. Have a good day.” The little man nodded to her polite as she rose, smoothing her hands over her skirts.

“Thank you. Have a good day, magistrate.” She turned, leaving his office behind as a guard fell in beside her in silence. She didn’t look at the guard, he had served under Horatio’s household after all, and she could feel the weight of his disapproval.

What did it matter what he or anyone else thought? She was a Thornley, and she had business to do after all.

-

“I would like all my garments to be lined in this vermillion,” She picked up a swatch of the trim, looking at the tailor and pressing it against the black of her mourning dress. “With a gold rope between it and the edge, where it’s feasible. I would also like you to adjust the necklines and the skirts to be more suitable for a freedom of motion.” She handed off the color swatch of silk to an apprentice tailor, turning to inspect the various dresses around her in a pointed fashion.

None of it would do, she felt. None of what was in the shop hit exactly what she wanted.

It was a good thing that she had her magic again, and the use of it, she thought, her hands curling into the fabric of her skirts.

The tailor nodded, and bowed to her as she swept out of the shop with a click of her heels. Her disapproving guard trailing behind her in silence as before.

-

Livinia sat down before the artist, watching him hurriedly write down her instructions as she turned her gaze to the multitude of drawings around her. He was talented enough in art, but he was skilled in magic, which is why she chose him over others of more artistic merit.

“I want the runes disguised by art sir, I hope you know how to do so.. and that I was not misled.”

The artist blinked at her repeatedly, but nodded once he registered what she was implying.

“Oh, no, no, no. Of course not, my lady. I understand. I can very easily incorporate your runes into the design you requested.” He looked up at her, pushing thin wire rimmed glasses up his nose.

“Good, I don’t want them to be ultimately visible, so please include that in your work.” The artist bobbed another owlish nod and scribbled furiously down on his papers. “And finish the work by the end of the week. I’ve my own tattoo artist that will work on the final product. Do not disappoint me.” She murmured, smoothing out the black velvet of her skirt as she looked up at him and rose. The artist nodded yet again, and Livinia was thankful that she wouldn’t have to sit around the man any longer as she departed.

-

“Unhand me you arseholes! You can’t simply drag a woman off the streets and manhandle her to visit some lady like this there are -laws-! I’ll sue your lady, whoever she is!” The auburn haired woman elbowed one of the darkly clad guards as the other opened the door to the office and bowed to Livinia.

“Apologies, my lady for the interruption.” Livinia smiled at /her/ man, the guard had been hired just the day before, and he was already proving to be quite amusing. And polite. She quite liked him already. It had nothing to do with the handsome figure he cut either..

Livinia rose, moving with silent grace that was broken by the other woman’s indignant growls.

“I don’t care who-”

Livinia cleared her throat, her golden eyes flickering in amusement as the other woman’s gaze swung her way, ready to launch into a doubtlessly impressive tirade at her. Yet once the other woman registered just who had ordered her men to drag her all the way from Ebonhawke, the look withered and died.

“Hello, Mrs Madison Perry, correct? I’m Lady Livinia.” She murmured softly, coming to a halt before her desk as the guards released Madi and bowed to Livinia, leaving the women alone and shutting the office’s door.

“I know who you are.” The other woman stared, as if searching for the woman that Horatio had wed, and yet somehow could not find her beneath the impenetrable coolness that radiated outwards at her.

“Lovely, we can move straight onto business then.” Livinia moved back around her desk, sitting at it and seeming to ignore Madi’s continued irritation and stubborn determination to stand.

“Business? You fired me and sold off Tio’s company! You left me without any income.”

“Indeed, I did. But I left you, the flat in Ebonhawke, did I not? I own it. I had.. by all rights, the ability to evict you. Horatio bought the property, rather than make you pay rent to someone .. unknown. Which, is such a pity since he married me and died.. it leaves you in a rather poor position.” She looked up from her papers, a smirk dancing on her red painted lips.

“So why haven’t you then?” Madi snapped.

“Because my late husband saw you had some value other than fucking you, Mrs. Perry. That means he thought you were a smart woman.. now tell me.. are you a smart woman, Mrs. Perry?” Livinia arched a brow, folding her hands as she stared down the auburn haired woman, inspecting her. Madi met Livinia’s gaze evenly, straight on and Livinia smiled. “You’re at least bold.” She murmured and reached for a document, turning it around so that the other woman could see it.

“I’ve an offer for you, Mrs. Madison Perry, I need someone to play land lord for me. I’ve several properties, two in Rurikton, and one in Ebonhawke. I’ve no need for them, and I had intended to donate one to the city in Rurikton.. but I’m not feeling quite so generous anymore. So..” She reached out and slid a pen and ink bottle toward Madison.

“Be my landlord, and you’ll gain sole ownership of your apartments, and,” She paused, meeting Madison’s gaze. “I’ll be happy to pay you as well for your work.” The other woman froze, looking down and scanning the document critically, looking for a trap.

The silence descended over the two and finally, Madi looked up and frowned.

“Why are you doing this? Why me? I’ve no credentials other than my work for Tio.” Livinia smiled slowly, and folded her hands on her lap, leaning back, the dark sapphire glinting on the ring of her pinky finger.

“Perhaps those are all the credentials I need to know.” Livinia shrugged, and leaned forward. “My offer  stands only for the moment. The second you leave this office, it is no longer on the able.” She murmured softly. Madison’s eyes narrowed and picked up the pen and ink, scratching her name on the bottom. Livinia smiled, and leaned back.

“Welcome to Thornley Industries, Mrs. Madison Perry.”

-

Livinia sighed softly, relaxing against the mountain of pillows and staring up at the dark blue hangings of the canopy. She shifted, frowning in thought. She would move the children to the Arch soon. There was little point in staying in Claypool now, and the itch to be away, to be by the sea was strong. It pestered her nonstop.

She would rework the colors at Thorn’s Rest, she much preferred the vermillion tones she’d found at the tailor’s shop to the original oranges that decorated the Thornley’s heraldry. She’d have to rework the coat of arms, she thought. A new branch, and a new coat of arms and slight shift of coloring to signal it would do nicely.

No more Larkspur blue and purples.

No more Valister red.

She shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable when the door banged open and her son’s tearful cries followed him as he ran to her and bolted for her side with a sob. His maid came hurrying over, a scowl written on her features.

“I’m so sorry my lady! I couldn’t stop him before-”

Livinia waved the woman away, already bending over to pluck her son up from the edge of her bed and nestle him in the crook of her arms. His tears already dampening the front of her nightgown as he clung to her.

“It’s no trouble, please go check on Morgana.” She nodded to the woman, rocking her son back and forth in her arms, smoothing her hand down his back soothingly. He hiccuped, coughing and crying and sniffling as he clutched the soft silk in his chubby hands. The door shut softly with a click as the governess left, leaving mother and son alone.

“Tristain, honey, what’s wrong? Was it another nightmare?” Livinia whispered softly, pulling him back as he sniffled and paused in his sobbing to breathe.

The toddler looked up at his mother with honey hued eyes, her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy as he nodded and started to weep afresh.

“Aw, sweetie. Shhh, it’s alright. Mommy’s here. I’m here. It’s alright. You’re safe.” She rubbed her mute little boy’s back, smoothing his hair back and kissing his cheek. “Won’t you tell me what it was about? Please? I should very much like to know..”

The little boy shook his head, his eyes screwed shut as he buried his features against her collarbone. She frowned, unsure what to do other than to hold and rock her little boy. He hadn’t spoken in months. Not since the accident. She wish she knew what she could do to..

Her eyes fell on the ring on her pinky, and she knew. She knew what she could do for her little boy. To help him speak once more. So it was that Livinia summoned her magic, once more her own to command, and dove into the sobbing, frightened little boy’s mind. To seal off his nightmares, his frightful memories, and to bring him back to her side.

[theclassyobsession]

[liviniathornley]

I'm sorry ooc

I'm not sure that words can express how truly ashamed I am of my behavior. I wish I could take back everything I said or did that hurt people that I very much love and care for. But I realize that I can't. In an instant I destroyed friendships and trust and respect anyone had for me. People that have been there for me through thick and thin, and have tried to help me in everything I've complained about. I reacted poorly out of hurt and lashed out at people that care for me. I effectively destroyed three years of friendships, storylines, and respect. I know I can never truly mend what I've broken tonight, and for that I'm not sure that I can be forgiven for that, though I dearly wish I could. I should've realized what my negativity of the last few weeks has done not only to my rp but to my ooc friendships and relationships as well. I'm sorry, for everything.

[vacthdaily]

Marine Vacth for Chaumet, 2014.

[ephemeral-elegance]

Silver Embroidered Silk Damask Court Mantua, ca. 1730-40

via Tredegar Collection

[shopblacksalt]

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