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@siennadufort
Lady Mary Tudors grey gown and Feather hat from The Tudors 4x04
Plague Unfinished
“I loathe when you’re ill,” the elder Aguillard stated quite flatly as cerulean hues traipsed across the room to the bed of his betrothed. Ivory sheets invited her like a coffin to a corpse within his own chambers, an occupancy she hardly ever accepted. With a rouged bridge of her nose, the woman rubbed a tissue beneath her nostrils as ringlets fell in a carefully deconstructed braid to slump over one shoulder.
“I loathe when you hover over me,” countered the ever dried affect of Sienna Villefort. Even plague-ridden, the woman was never devoid of a manicured aesthetic, even with an oversized tunic slumped over her shoulder. She allowed the weight of her skull to fall against the headboard with an audible thunk. Honeyed, hazel hues shot toward the Cathedral ceilings, garnering a fleeting sneer as she briefly resented the very opulence which drove their union. Was being ungrateful of his attentiveness, and she knew it.
However, Fernand was not at all deterred by the thunderous disposition, wandering closer to seat himself on the edge of her bed nearest the elevated stack of down pillows. Immediately, he began changing out the depleted tissues with new ones, urging them closer to the woman before slumping to partially lean against her stretched thigh, wedging the ivory cloth near her nose. She snared it from him with an apathetic huff, a smile escaping her lips even in spite of her best efforts. “I almost like you better negligent, my Lord,” she crooned with no shortage of nasal filtering through her timbre.
“And I like you undressed. But we both agreed to a union where neither of us win, now didn’t we, my Lady,” he jeered in jest. Snapping the tissue away from her, clammy digits made chase before an abrupt sneeze lurched the youth forward, stalling her pose as dizziness clouded her vision. Even when sprayed with mucus, Fernand eased upward, both hands steadied upon her shoulders as he eased them back to the pillows, lips finding residence upon her boiling temple. He noted the toll such sudden movements took upon her liquified lungs, a wheeze quietly occupying the air between them.
She reached a balmly palm to lay atop his right hand, giving it an assuring pat. “Lady indeed,” she huffed.
“The Lady I love,” he proclaimed, head bowed to linger his lips atop her bared shoulder. “Even though she is the most grand pain in my ass one could possibly be,” crooned he before her response came in kind.
“It’s a shame I am so ill,” she feigned. “I would ravage you this instant, Fernand Aguillard.”
“No wonder your eyes are so brown, Villefort. They’re so full of shit.”
@fernandaguillard
@theaguillardfamily
Somebody to Love
Submitted by family, the good Doctor Cesare Fauste seeks a companion and partner who will ease his woeful and worried hands and heart in these troubled times. Doctor Fauste is a renown gentleman, scholar, and even rumoured to be a mediumly decent lover. Inquiring minds may submit their interest to the Tattler and we will do the rest!
This time, it was he who was at the centerfold of the tabloid’s classified. “This is a fucking joke,” he hissed, the snickering minds of one Sienna and Annika off in the shadows when the surgeon was destined to discover the two’s mischief.
@annikaaguillard
“Oh!” came the interjection over tea. The young Aguillard rarely perused the papers but had been scouring the Tyrian Tattler diligently for the past few days, clearly in anticipation of something. “They published it!” she chuckled with childish glee as she slid the paper towards Sienna, her own dark head converging towards her accomplice’s fair one.
The giggling hardly ceased as did her sense of mischief. “You should frame it and hang it in your father’s house.”
@siennadufort @onecalledfauste
“The gossip rings will go mad! I adore Clara. But if the world is going to end, he has decisions to make. And if we just bully him into them through the press, we shall,” crooned the quite blatant amusement as her head canted to the side, resting against that of her impish co-conspirator.
@annikaaguillard @tyrian-tattler
“Well, what the hell are you two hens cluckin’ about?” Asked the elder Villefort as he came upon the mischievous pair with a grease rag working at his filthy fingers.
@siennadufort @annikaaguillard
Annika canted her head, glancing sidelong at her companion. “Shall we show him?” she teased, as though she would withhold the source of amusement from the older Villefort. Yet, patience had never been a strong suit of hers and she immediately slid the article from beneath their perusal and held it up in such a way that Chaim was now face-to-face with the barely-clothed masculine figure depicted in the tabloid. The mischief maker giggled into the folds of the paper from behind.
@chaimvillefort @siennadufort
The young brunette watched her brother in anticipation as the gossip rag slid toward him. The impish glow in the youth's eyes had invigorated color upon her cheeks from the feverish state she had been eclipsed by the morning before.
"Maybe now you'll know why all the women chase you, brother. Poor thing. What a woeful state to live in."
@chaimvillefort @annikaaguillard
Somebody to Love
Submitted by family, the good Doctor Cesare Fauste seeks a companion and partner who will ease his woeful and worried hands and heart in these troubled times. Doctor Fauste is a renown gentleman, scholar, and even rumoured to be a mediumly decent lover. Inquiring minds may submit their interest to the Tattler and we will do the rest!
This time, it was he who was at the centerfold of the tabloid’s classified. “This is a fucking joke,” he hissed, the snickering minds of one Sienna and Annika off in the shadows when the surgeon was destined to discover the two’s mischief.
@annikaaguillard
“Oh!” came the interjection over tea. The young Aguillard rarely perused the papers but had been scouring the Tyrian Tattler diligently for the past few days, clearly in anticipation of something. “They published it!” she chuckled with childish glee as she slid the paper towards Sienna, her own dark head converging towards her accomplice’s fair one.
The giggling hardly ceased as did her sense of mischief. “You should frame it and hang it in your father’s house.”
@siennadufort @onecalledfauste
"The gossip rings will go mad! I adore Clara. But if the world is going to end, he has decisions to make. And if we just bully him into them through the press, we shall," crooned the quite blatant amusement as her head canted to the side, resting against that of her impish co-conspirator.
@annikaaguillard @tyrian-tattler
Dolce & Gabbana Alta Moda Fall 2019
“Oh darling, weapon that you are. Do not weep yet. There is still more to suffer.”
— Excerpt from Mortal Hearts // L.H.Z
Jean Patchett by Tom Palumbo (1950)
Sienna Villefort
NAME: Sienna Villefort
RACE: Human
CAN CURRENTLY BE FOUND IN: Lion’s Arch or Garenhoff
WOULD THEY BE KNOWN: She would not be heavily known, but often seen within the upper echelons of Ascalonian society. She dwells within the shadows of society, working as the direct Lady in Waiting to the Aguillard family presently, originally hailing from Ebonhawke.
PERSONALITY: She is rather quiet, clever and sharp-witted. The young woman is ever pious and perhaps even a bit bemused by the daily indulgences of her peerage.
LANGUAGE(S): Krytan
HEIGHT: 5′8″
BODY TYPE: Incredibly slender, lithe
EYE COLOR: Deep brown
HAIR COLOR: Black/Incredibly dark brown with errant auburn strands
AGE: 20
NOTABLE SCARS, MARKS, ETC: She possesses a few scars upon her back, though they are never visible and quite feint.
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS: She only wears simple earrings on her lobes.
WHAT TO EXPECT: She possesses a quiet, frigid disposition. Often, she prefers to linger on the outskirts of social interactions. However, she is unafraid of pleasantries when they are required. However, her half of the exchange will only venture as far as protocol and politeness demands.
WHERE I RP: Lion’s Arch/Garenhoff and very occasionally Divinity’s Reach.
WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR: Upon writing my other character @nahrsuada, I have heavily toyed with the other direction that could have been taken with her, and that is what I hope to explore with this one. I look for for stories that can be engaging and even adventurous! I would love to see Sienna challenged in her rigid nature.
FANDOM: Guild Wars 2
VENUES I ACTIVELY ROLEPLAY IN: Largely discord, but also tumblr and in game upon request.
FAVORITE TYPE OF RP: I love story and concept building! But too scripted is really not my forte. I love creating social experiments for characters in a collaborative environment and letting them loose! This character is one I drew up over a few variations in WoW (@nahrsuada and @anastasiaduforte).
THINGS I WILL NOT RP:
I am pretty open to most types of RP, even some more frightening themes. However, my limits are likely to be discussed privately beyond not wishing to engage in God-moded roleplay, lore-breaking, metagaming and metaposing.
@theaguillardfamily