Une vie à peindre

RP Blog for Painted Verso Dessendre of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33. Not spoiler free.. Multi-verse, multi-ship, OC and Crossover friendly Under constructuion. Written by Khristle

[topaintandwrite]

There's a slight smirk and rise of her shoulders when he calls it impressive, for it didn't take much effort to translate. She tended to be the studious of the two, though academics is not something she was very interested in when the scope shifts from art and sculpting. It has its uses though—from surprising her brother, to having access to readings and knowledge not normally available to them.

"As much as I would prefer working on my craft, we do have some responsibilities to handle. Maybe you'll endure better eating... less of those sandwiches? And more wine, perhaps. How many are you having?" Clea was not such a fan of all these events either, her enthusiasm evident in her slight frown when the topic is brought up. Mostly, it's because such events come with both representing her family alongside her brother, and then dealing with the potential suitors that will no doubt approach. "Better ridiculous social events than toiling as a servant, I'd say."

[paintedxghost]

He made a gagging noise and stuck out his tongue. "As little of those damn sandwiches as I can manage. I don't know why they're so popular during tea. " But it's 'bad manners,'" he waggled his fingers in the air and rolled his eyes, "to skip the sandwiches and go right to the cakes and macrons that everyone knows we're at tea for."

His dramatics seemed to have run out of steam. Verso sighed and pushed back his hair, "But when you put it like that, I suppose I can suffer another one of Madame Rousseau's awful picnics."

[comickergirl]

Won't lie, kinda forgot that the Bourgeon could eat you. XD

[perditioner]

lbr nothing beats “platonically sharing a bed until i wake up and you’re curled round me and my nose is buried in your hair so i’ll pretend to stay asleep to keep this for a little while longer” plots

[mythshire]

°✧*:·゚  𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 ··· a collection of regency drama, forbidden desire, reputation & ruin, propriety abandoned sentence starters. genre: historical romance, angst, scandal, duty versus heart.

You've been seen. We've been seen. Do you understand what that means?

I cannot marry you. My father has already promised me to someone else.

The ton is calling you ruined. What were you thinking, being alone with them?

You dance beautifully. Pity this will be the only waltz society allows us.

I saw you in the garden with Lord/Lady [Name]. Does your betrothed know?

Take off your gloves. Let me see your hands properly, just once.

The wedding banns have already been read. It's too late to change your mind now.

You've been compromised. I'm afraid I must insist on doing the honorable thing.

Mama says I'm not to speak with you anymore. She says you're a rake/ruined.

How dare you show your face here after what you did to my family's name.

I received your letter. I burned it, as I should have burned all the others.

The Queen has struck you from her list. You'll never receive a royal invitation again.

You think a country dance means I've forgiven you? How naive.

I don't care what the marriage contract says. I will never share your bed.

Your reputation precedes you. They say you've left a trail of broken hearts.

I saw the way you looked at them during the musicale. You're not as subtle as you think.

My dowry has been withdrawn. I bring nothing to this marriage now but scandal.

You were supposed to be my friend. Instead, you told everyone my secret.

The modiste sent your measurements to the wrong household. The entire club is laughing.

I cannot be seen arriving with you. Meet me by the rose garden in one hour.

Your brother challenged mine to a duel. Over me. What have we done?

I am with child. Unmarried. Do you comprehend the gravity of this?

They're calling me a fortune hunter in the scandal sheets.

You must marry someone suitable. I am neither titled nor wealthy enough for your family.

I heard the whispers. They think we're having an affair.

The settlement papers are drawn. Sign them and this farce of a betrothal ends.

You've had three seasons and not one acceptable proposal. Mama is beside herself.

I saw you leaving the library together. Was the door locked?

Your name is attached to mine in today's Whistledown. We're ruined.

I don't love you. I don't even particularly like you. But I need your name.

The Duke/Duchess has withdrawn their support of your debut. You're finished.

You kissed me in front of the entire garden party. What were you thinking?

I will not be your mistress, no matter how persuasive your arguments.

My chaperone fell asleep. We have perhaps ten minutes before she wakes.

You've been courting my sister while writing me poetry. Which of us do you actually want?

The marriage mart is closed to you now. No respectable family will receive you.

I found your love letters. Hidden in a book of sermons, of all places.

You're engaged to be married in a fortnight. Why are you in my chambers?

The scandal has reached the Queen. She's demanding an audience.

I cannot give you an heir. The physician confirmed it this morning.

Your gambling debts have bankrupted the estate. We've lost everything.

I saw you at that club. The one respectable gentlemen/ladies don't speak of.

You must choose—your family's approval or your heart's desire.

The wedding is tomorrow. Tell me now if you're going to flee.

I heard you refused three proposals this season. Are you waiting for someone?

Your mourning period isn't even over and already you're entertaining suitors.

The settlement requires an heir within two years. That's all this marriage is.

I found the annulment papers in your desk. You've been planning this all along.

They're saying you bought your title. That your wealth comes from trade.

I will not be paraded around ballrooms like a prized mare at auction.

[inovantyyyy]

I will still love you, I will still dream.

🖌️🌹🗡️ clair and her obscurs am i right (this game destroyed me)

[illusivethief]

The Dining Hall 🍷

[paintedxghost]

what if they don't like me? (Julie to Verso about his parents, painted, when they're still courting before they run off and elope 😭💙)

He reached over and cupped Julie's face, and he smiled gently. "Julie, they'll love you. You've already gotten the nod from Clea, and that's good enough for Papa. And if he's got my back, Maman will have no reason to object.

"Plus, I'll be there the entire time. It's just dinner."

[hellsmusing]

"How fortunate..." Lune is surprise to hear that his parents prioritized love over status for all of their children. It's quite rare to see in high-society as children were often seen as a mean to strength relationships with other wealthy or prolific families.

She had figured that this... situationship would have come to an end once either of their picked partners were announced. Yet as months had gone by, she had forgotten about the silly arrangement and fallen in love with this man.

"You did just asked me to marry you, Verso," Lune stated with a flat look, a teasing smirk tugs at her lips. "Or have you forgotten that we've been seeing each other for months? How you make me feel at ease and smile more effortlessly? Perhaps, you're getting cold feet at the idea of marriage."

[paintedxghost]

His eyebrows rose, and the corner of his mouth curled, "Hardly. I might have just asked, but the answer you gave me was 'I'm currently and/or shortly to become betrothed.' Just because you didn't give me a definite no doesn't mean it was a definite yes." Verso then chuckled, and took Lune's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I want to see you happy," he murmured, bringing the back of her hand up to brush against his lips in the softest of kisses. "Whatever that looks like. Even if we have to elope and run away to America. I'll make it happen."

[simioso]

Simon can't help the little quiet laugh. " Well, to me, trying to make up music on the spot sounds terrifying, but I think you would be fabulous at it. "

And —— to the rest, he hums a thoughtful sound, letting thoughts drift. " A shame. Those are the good ones. " Simon's preferences go across several genres, but generally settle across the more adventurous and thrilling; he gives a tiny little grin. " Well, she wouldn't approve of my tastes, either. You've seen my pile of penny dreadfuls. " It's the modern era, after all; people are moving past the fanciful in degrees. " They aren't even new. My father had a collection of them from before I was born. "

Of course, it's considered low-brow, but they're in comfortable company and he doesn't care much. But even so: he considers, leaning back and taking a considering sip of the wine. " People are fascinated by the lurid, I think. The —— " he waves the glass, vaguely, " —— expressions of things that the mind can conjure but is too much for polite society. There's plenty of violence in painting, too. "

He has to fight his memory — god, between his own efforts and interest in culture and being with the Dessendre lot, he's absorbed more than he knows. It comes to him in a rush a moment later: " Caravaggio, " he recalls. " And, god, Goya. Géricault, too. He was French, too. And recent! That's more violent than anything they could show on a film I should think. "

[paintedxghost]

When Verso leaned forward, he had a slightly manic gleam in his eyes as he grinned and said, "The irony is not lost on us. Clea and I have explained this to Maman several times. There is something gauche about it being a modern true crime rather than allegorical or historical." He fell back against the seat with a thunk and dragged a hand through his hair. "Also, something about Detective Magazines being too lurid for young ladies. I had to be the one to buy them and sneak them into the house."

After heaving a great sigh, Verso drained his wine glass and set it aside. "I know she means well. And I know the Fire scared her badly; Maman just wants to make sure the three of us have happy and fulfilling lives. But Painters be damned, she can get overbearing and heavy-handed.

"You'd think one of us is about to die or something."

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~ Herbert Sidney, Au Revoir (1896)

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Little Dessendres pt. 8 : What We Can Paint (2/2)

As promised, here's the second part of the episode! And to those who had read the first part the moment it came out, I have upgraded the graphics in that part, so enjoy their antics!

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Edwardian Seed Pearl Bar Brooch in 14K Gold Antique

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Verso in the night with the moon beside him

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[paintedxghost]

"Everything I know about golf I have learned against my will."

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