Broken Mirrors

Kasten Pevensey-Crane Kul Tiras Scholar. Enchanter. Scribe AD-EU-Alliance Stories - Inspiration - Asks VC: Erik Dellums | FC: Kai

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Family Tree

First Lord (after 2700 BDP): Bartholomew Angus Crane Family mergence (approx 1500 BDP): Anne Pevensey

Recent four generations:

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Kasten Pevensey-Crane, by StickerB.

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Sebastian Pevensey-Crane, by StickerB

[pevensey-crane]

Sebastian is the son of the disgraced former heir of the Pevensey-Crane family, born out of wedlock following his father's affair with one of their farmer tenants. He was legitimised in the wake of Lord Adrian's ailing health when Adrian's son and Sebastian's second cousin, Kasten, failed to return initially in the years after Kul Tiras withdrew from the Alliance. Sebastian's hopes of being in line for the title were dashed when his cousin finally arrived home to hold vigil at his father's deathbed. He was married off to a minor noble family so that he was out of the way. Having been sidelined for his entire life, Sebastian carries the flame of resentment in his heart for the family that abandoned him.

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[ashendemon]

[alder-and-cedarwood]

Lisa Smit  

[orwell]

Stephen Seymour Thomas - The Violin Student

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[alder-and-cedarwood]

My Cousin Rachel (2017) //Source : Hawthorn&Cedarwood

[alder-and-cedarwood]

My Cousin Rachel (2017) //Source : Hawthorn&Cedarwood

[alder-and-cedarwood]

Far from the Madding Crowd (2015) //Source : Hawthorn&Cedarwood

[pevensey-crane]

Iseult pulls on her dress, she checks again in an old mirror. That her bun is straight and well done, she brings the few rebellious strands inside.

"Everything's fine, Iseult. It's just a nice time for people who want to make friends. You can do it! Everything is fine!!"

She closes her eyes, a hand resting on her chest to calm down.

The invitation to the exhibition lies on the dresser as Kasten adjusts his cuff links. Not the least bit ruffled, he dresses as he usually does, albeit this time with the silk brocade waistcoat and the long black woollen jacket, embellished with a single square of gold silk. He pulls on his usual black kid gloves, and pushes up his gold rimmed spectacles before he reaches for his greatcoat, that he has accessorised with a single pin of the Proudmoore anchor. It is a hint to where he is from: a potential conversation starter at these social events, that he is used to.

Stepping outside his front door, leaving Janet to lock up behind him, he casts a glance at the address on the card a final time, before performing the teleportation spell to take him to the venue of the exhibition, the entrance of where he will be waiting for Iseult.

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[renardnoi]

She sits on a bench, her gaze fixed on the parade of the various guests.

She recognizes some family emblems, she had worked for some in the past. And still works for others, to see them all together for a sculpture exhibition is surprising. But also not as much as that, the artist in question had a certain influence on the current nobility.

She looks around her in search of Kasten. When she sees him, she jumps with joy to him.

"Good evening, Kasten!"

@pevensey-crane

[pevensey-crane]

Tearing through reality barely leaves any strand of his hair dishevelled, accustomed as he is to more turbulent ways of travelling. Kasten chose the less conventional method this time round mostly due to the tightness with which he had to fit this event into his schedule.

Still, he brushes down his coat out of habit, and starts to approach the venue, his long cane tapping on the ground. A polite smile cracks his visage as Iseult hops up to him.

“Good evening, Iseult. It’s pleasure to see you again. You look lovely.”

He offers his arm to her, as is customary, and then takes in the sight of the surroundings: venue and guests alike.

@renardsnoir

[renardnoi]

She wears a simple black dress, which covers her whole body except her back, which remains bare.

Happy, she patted him gently on the chest with excitement. To his compliment, she blushes and laughs like a choking seal. Very far from the image of nobility that she may have.

"You too Kasten! You are still as elegant as ever!!"

It is with joy that she accepts his arm, she puts her head against his shoulder and huddles there properly.

It's not very crowded, normally it's a private party, a select invitation-only event. A small one that takes place in a small museum in the city.

"So Kasten, she looks up at him. You are ready, can we go?"

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[pevensey-crane]

The brief observation he has made has left him wondering if there is a coatroom - Kasten was not terribly certain if the exhibition was open air or within a building. Regardless, Iseult’s childlike joy and enthusiasm, especially when she grabs his arm and immediately rests her head on his shoulder, distracts him back to her.

“I certainly am,” he replies, immediately suppressing his reflex to arch a single brow. While unsurprised, he is still not entirely used to Iseult’s bubbliness.

“Well, I am your guest after all. Do lead the way, my lady.” He smirks in good humour.

@renardsnoir

[renardnoi]

"Very good, Kasten."

Without further ado, Iseult pulls Kasten slightly, amazing. Since she would most likely have dragged him running, she was just calm.

This is an indoor exhibition, spread over two floors, there was indeed a passage through the museum's outdoor gardens.

They were greeted by waiters and guides, Iseult politely refused the offer of wine by shaking his head. She detaches herself from Kasten to take care of the invitations, to allow them to enter.

"Kasten, you have a checkroom if you wish to deposit certain things there." She points to a corridor on the right. "I think you should be given a ticket, I'll wait for you on the bench."

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[pevensey-crane]

He lets Iseult tug him along, maintaining his dignified posture even as he keeps up with her. An appraising eye is cast over the wait staff and guides as they pass. It is not his first soirée, but it is certainly his first time at this particular location. He politely declines the offer of drinks from a waiter’s tray as well - Kasten prefers to settle in first.

He smiles at Iseult as he passes her his copy of the invitation, nodding as she points him towards the cloakroom. “I shall see you in a moment.” He states before disappearing down the corridor in question.

It takes only five minutes, and he is out once again, no longer wearing his greatcoat, and the silver emblem of the anchor moved from the outerwear onto the silk lapel of his long jacket. Silver cufflinks gleam from the edge of the black sleeve, matching both the pin and the tip of his long cane. 

“Thank you for waiting, Iseult.” He offers Iseult his arm once again. “I am entirely at your disposal in this gathering.” He makes an elegant gesture with his free arm, motiong for her to lead them onwards.

@renardsnoir​

[klassizismus]

Detail: William Richards Castle Jr. (1921) by Philip de László (Hungarian, 1869-1937)

[pevensey-crane]

Iseult pulls on her dress, she checks again in an old mirror. That her bun is straight and well done, she brings the few rebellious strands inside.

"Everything's fine, Iseult. It's just a nice time for people who want to make friends. You can do it! Everything is fine!!"

She closes her eyes, a hand resting on her chest to calm down.

The invitation to the exhibition lies on the dresser as Kasten adjusts his cuff links. Not the least bit ruffled, he dresses as he usually does, albeit this time with the silk brocade waistcoat and the long black woollen jacket, embellished with a single square of gold silk. He pulls on his usual black kid gloves, and pushes up his gold rimmed spectacles before he reaches for his greatcoat, that he has accessorised with a single pin of the Proudmoore anchor. It is a hint to where he is from: a potential conversation starter at these social events, that he is used to.

Stepping outside his front door, leaving Janet to lock up behind him, he casts a glance at the address on the card a final time, before performing the teleportation spell to take him to the venue of the exhibition, the entrance of where he will be waiting for Iseult.

@renardsnoir

[renardnoi]

She sits on a bench, her gaze fixed on the parade of the various guests.

She recognizes some family emblems, she had worked for some in the past. And still works for others, to see them all together for a sculpture exhibition is surprising. But also not as much as that, the artist in question had a certain influence on the current nobility.

She looks around her in search of Kasten. When she sees him, she jumps with joy to him.

"Good evening, Kasten!"

@pevensey-crane

[pevensey-crane]

Tearing through reality barely leaves any strand of his hair dishevelled, accustomed as he is to more turbulent ways of travelling. Kasten chose the less conventional method this time round mostly due to the tightness with which he had to fit this event into his schedule.

Still, he brushes down his coat out of habit, and starts to approach the venue, his long cane tapping on the ground. A polite smile cracks his visage as Iseult hops up to him.

“Good evening, Iseult. It’s pleasure to see you again. You look lovely.”

He offers his arm to her, as is customary, and then takes in the sight of the surroundings: venue and guests alike.

@renardsnoir

[renardnoi]

She wears a simple black dress, which covers her whole body except her back, which remains bare.

Happy, she patted him gently on the chest with excitement. To his compliment, she blushes and laughs like a choking seal. Very far from the image of nobility that she may have.

"You too Kasten! You are still as elegant as ever!!"

It is with joy that she accepts his arm, she puts her head against his shoulder and huddles there properly.

It's not very crowded, normally it's a private party, a select invitation-only event. A small one that takes place in a small museum in the city.

"So Kasten, she looks up at him. You are ready, can we go?"

@pevensey-crane

[pevensey-crane]

The brief observation he has made has left him wondering if there is a coatroom - Kasten was not terribly certain if the exhibition was open air or within a building. Regardless, Iseult’s childlike joy and enthusiasm, especially when she grabs his arm and immediately rests her head on his shoulder, distracts him back to her.

“I certainly am,” he replies, immediately suppressing his reflex to arch a single brow. While unsurprised, he is still not entirely used to Iseult’s bubbliness.

“Well, I am your guest after all. Do lead the way, my lady.” He smirks in good humour.

@renardsnoir

[harrypotterhousequotes]

SLYTHERIN: “I am a gentleman. A gentleman has but his word, and I have given you mine.” –Alexandre Dumas (d'Artagnan: The Three Musketeers)

[pevensey-crane]

Iseult pulls on her dress, she checks again in an old mirror. That her bun is straight and well done, she brings the few rebellious strands inside.

"Everything's fine, Iseult. It's just a nice time for people who want to make friends. You can do it! Everything is fine!!"

She closes her eyes, a hand resting on her chest to calm down.

The invitation to the exhibition lies on the dresser as Kasten adjusts his cuff links. Not the least bit ruffled, he dresses as he usually does, albeit this time with the silk brocade waistcoat and the long black woollen jacket, embellished with a single square of gold silk. He pulls on his usual black kid gloves, and pushes up his gold rimmed spectacles before he reaches for his greatcoat, that he has accessorised with a single pin of the Proudmoore anchor. It is a hint to where he is from: a potential conversation starter at these social events, that he is used to.

Stepping outside his front door, leaving Janet to lock up behind him, he casts a glance at the address on the card a final time, before performing the teleportation spell to take him to the venue of the exhibition, the entrance of where he will be waiting for Iseult.

@renardsnoir

[renardnoi]

She sits on a bench, her gaze fixed on the parade of the various guests.

She recognizes some family emblems, she had worked for some in the past. And still works for others, to see them all together for a sculpture exhibition is surprising. But also not as much as that, the artist in question had a certain influence on the current nobility.

She looks around her in search of Kasten. When she sees him, she jumps with joy to him.

"Good evening, Kasten!"

@pevensey-crane

[pevensey-crane]

Tearing through reality barely leaves any strand of his hair dishevelled, accustomed as he is to more turbulent ways of travelling. Kasten chose the less conventional method this time round mostly due to the tightness with which he had to fit this event into his schedule.

Still, he brushes down his coat out of habit, and starts to approach the venue, his long cane tapping on the ground. A polite smile cracks his visage as Iseult hops up to him.

“Good evening, Iseult. It’s pleasure to see you again. You look lovely.”

He offers his arm to her, as is customary, and then takes in the sight of the surroundings: venue and guests alike.

@renardsnoir

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