Let them eat cake!

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 natusexcinis

As much as Ky’lar wanted to admit that he remembered what brought him here, it was more of slight pieces of memory that just caused a headache when he tried to remember them, and it was easier if he simply didn’t focus on the situation. It was something that he knew wouldn’t be easy to achieve, but at least he was trying…. even if knowing where he was didn’t seem to help matters.

“Versailles?”

The question was asked as an eyebrow was lifted, he didn’t think he had gone that far, but it seemed that fate had other plans for him. Not to say he wasn’t planning to there, but it also wasn’t meant to be for another month or longer…odd in his mind truly.

“A bit far off from intended, but from what I remember? Not much, I was drinking, and then…. it’s all downhill from there. Flashes of fire and yelling… that is about it.” 

the queen stood there in silence for a quite a while. marie was contemplating on whether or not having him sent away right now, considering he offered nothing. from the looks of it, she’d label him a drunkard. it only seemed fitting because he had been drunk and he had drunk enough NOT to remember the events of last night. 

     “  i am not sure i like your presence here. you, by definition, sound much like a drunkard and those are not accepted at court, much less tolerated, b u t i am a woman with a kind heart, so you can stay ONE night. by the looks of it, you are in need of a bath and food and france is not the place to be at the moment, sadly. “

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Marie Antoinette + watching through windows requested by Anonymous 

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erodedauthenticity

   There are many resonances of the museum he’s learned to assign to their respective galleries. It is not often he heeds the sharp effete cry of alarm. The flexed wrists brush across ornate fabrics, depressing pleated folds and he waits, expectant of another few sounds. Perhaps it was the receptionist, Rebecca as Larry entreats her to newer exhibits.

   It’s the soundlessness that does not bode well. The beginnings of concern is right, and he moves to stand. His stride is smooth, elegant to ascend in pace awards halls he often greets in appropriate order.

   Sandals click to halt and he steadies himself to listen closely, eyes following the effeminate voice in its quiet wisp across vacant veins of the Egyptian corridors. The language is something he’s not practiced with, and he attempts to speak with a new exhibit. The gaze follows her, mapping the very incarnation of opulence.  

    “Bonjour.” He imitates her wording, poorly. “That was your scream, was it not?” He tries a crude translation of her native tongue. “vous criez?” Of what he recognizes, she is new of their walls and he approaches with even temperament. “There are no threats to you here, you are safe.” A pause, jade eyes skimming perplexed constructs. “Vous serez d'accord.” 

        it was as if her evening could not get anymore odd, an the oddly dressed man greeted her. marie stared, horrified for a moment. she took several steps back, the back of her dress bumping into a sarcophagus. a quick glance behind her and she jumped back forward, toward him.

        “     Qu'est-ce que c'est?!    “

though she was still frightened of the strange man, he seemed much kinder then the  sarcophagus. it only took her a moment to realize what it was.   

        “    that is a coffin? no?   “ her glance bounced from him to the sarcophagus then back to him. 

she had almost forgot to answer his first question, her mind off elsewhere, trying to keep calm, but this was all different. w r o n g.    “  oui, that was my scream. a barbarian of a man gave me a fright. and you, monsieur, are not doing any better.   “

there was along pause.

           “    where are your clothing?    “

her fear seemed to fade slightly as she stared at his attire, slightly off put by it. did everyone here have terrible fashion?  

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SHE WAS NOT ONE FOR THE talks of politics or of the war france had agreed to help in, but that did not mean she was not interested in holding conversations with diplomates from the newly forming country of america. marie was more then happy to sit and have champagne or wine with them. even invite them to parties when she felt they should come.

so it was no surprise that marie had sent an invitation to thomas jefferson to attend a private party held by her for her guests. the invitation highlighted at drinking, dancing, and gambling. three things the queen was highly fond of. 

though she was unsure he’d attend, seeing as he always seemed too be busy, marie did not give up hope that he’d make a stop, even if it was for just a few minutes. the queens gaze danced around the room, landing on one person and jumping to the next.

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color meme: marie antoinette + summer colors (requested by anonymous)

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starter call!

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Will she sing all night?

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THE AIR WAS COOL AND BRISK and marie seemed wobbley on her feet with the first few steps. it felt like she had slept for a g e s and finally someone woke her up with an ice cold bucket of water. the enviorment around her was one she hadn’t seen before as was intrigued by it. her fingers pressed themselves against the walls, trailing it until she found a door, which she opened.

there was noise, but she saw nothing at first. it seemed normal. maybe not the architecture in her opinion. it was a bitt odd. everything was fine and good until she saw a big, barbarious figure down the hall. he was covered in fur and his beard was horrendous. she gave a  shriek and slammed the door shut, hoping to find another exit, far from the horror she had just seen. 

with her luck, she did find another exit. this one was not a door, but a wide doorway, minus the door. the room held things she hadn’t seen before. only heard of. there was many odd artifacts, lots of gold and she seemed to be drawn toward one of them. it hung on the wall and was engraved with something marie had never seen before. she took a few steps toward it before stopping.

     “     bonjour?    “

her words echoed, but she was sure of it that she had heard something. she only hoped it wasn’t the beared barbarian again.

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natusexcinis

It was hard enough for him to form decent words, let alone realize where he actually was for the time being, but it seemed that there was no way around it now as he rubbed at his eyes for a few moments. Usually, he was able to recover quickly from when he was drunk, but it seemed that this time around it was hard enough just to keep himself standing up decently.

“—– Somewhere with a roof?”

Ky’lar ended up answering with a question, but mainly it was due to the fact he didn’t even remember what day it was. It was, an unexpected turn of events, but one that he hoped he could get around ( Well, if he was in the right state of mind at least).

“I think… I over-did myself that time.”

there was a nod from the queen. this man held some sort of interest in her eyes. whether it was a good one or not, marie had yet to figure that out.

       “     and under a roof you are. you’re in versailles.    “ 

a weak smile appeared on her face. she wasn’t overly fond of him not knowing the questions to her answers. even when she drank, she could at least recall some parts of the night and his lack of knowledge of his night was a bit odd.

        “    well, what can you tell me?   “

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The wedding requested by ask-the-sassy-cosplayer

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                                            let them eat cake!

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Pavillon Français, Versailles, France.

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Marie Antoinette (2006)

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no matter what disaster occurred she stood in desperate music wound, wound, wound, and she made in her triumph where the bales and the baskets lay. no common intelligible sound, but sang  ––––  ❛  O SEA-STARVED, HUNGRY SEA.  ❜

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emeraldhoe

        at the other’s response, a breath is released that the redhead hadn’t intended to hold, and her attempts to conceal the relief she felt were unsuccessful. still, it kept her mind focused on her mission; her entire reason for making the trip to france, and for risking her life just to try to entice the queen to see her, never mind to speak with her. indeed, it was not one of her more organised operations, even she had to admit that.

        ❝   – –   i’m afraid king george iii is no king of mine, ma’am.   ❞  

       a subtle smile laced itself unto her lips, and she deftly gave a bow of her head. she was not against everymonarch, after all; only the ones who tried to rule her and her people.   ❝   and i think i’m right to say that we have a mutual enemy.   ❞  

THAT SEEMED TO GRAB THE QUEEN’S  attention a bit more. she should have started with that. lead with your strongest agrument she had thought to herself as she looked the woman over once more. they were in a pulbic place, lords and ladies, dukes and duchess all watching and the queen did not like that, but she was curious to hear what the woman had to say.   

       “     king george iii shouldn’t be a king at all,   “ at least in that regard, both women agreed, “    we best seek a much privater area to speak of this.  come. my chambers will do for now.    “

marie gestured for the woman to follow her. she assumed the mutual enemies were king george. she wanted to help but the people did not support her all that much and the king already sent half of frances armies to america to battle the king of england there. 

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emeraldhoe

         it was with bated breath that aisling walked the corridors of the palace; she knew that her presence there would hardly go unnoticed, and not just because of her appearance. she’d be a fool to think otherwise, truly – even her most fervent attempt at dressing up to fit in, she sticks out like a sore thumb. she ought to have expected that. she didn’t belong with the british because she were not willing; yet she failed to fit in with others because she were unable.

          ❝   i am neither, your majesty   – –   i’m merely a hopeful woman with a task at hand that i will not abandon. and if you have any sense, you’d listen to my request before making any  .  .  .  HASTY decisions.   ❞ 

MARIE WAS TAKEN BACK BY THE  woman’s words, she was not use to being talk to like that and the queen was unsure she liked it, but, out of curiosity, she was willing to listen, to an e x t e n t. if she found what the red haired woman had to say was boring and not of her interest, she’d send her away. 

           “     fine. speak your mind, but be warned, if i do not see fit that your request will help me or the king OR this country in any way, i wil send you back to ireland and your KING.     “

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CURIOUS BROWS ROSE UP AT THE mention of an irishwoman. as far as the queen knew, ireland was still apart of england and considered an enemy, so when she caught wind of an irishwoman in her court, she couldn’t h e l p but raise a question to it. nobody seemed to be able to tell her why she was here and it didn’t take long for her to spot the unfashionably red haired woman amongst a crowd of powdered wigs and unique hair styles.

       “     you’re very brave to set foot in france and even braver to walk the halls of versailles. tell me, are you a spy or just stupid?   “

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