Victoria Everglot

Good day, I'm Victoria Everglot, daughter of Lord Tenis and Lady Maudeline Everglot. I am also the little sister of Emily Everglot, she helps keep our family sane, and is the definition of a perfect sister and daughter. I cannot imagine what life would be like without her. Ever since the day I found out what love is, I have wished to find someone who I can fall deeply in love with, marry, and spend the rest of my life with, but Mother and Father says that's silly nonsense. ((Independent RP account. This Victoria is pre-The Corpse Bride, and a bit noncanon.))

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When You Lose Something You Cannot Replace

Emily had been missing for three days.

Three days.

Three hopeless days.

Three days without that smile that could cheer any one up.

Three days without the best sister anyone could have wished for.

Three days without barely any sleep.

Three days filled with Victoria's cries.

Three days filled with Victoria's prayers.

Three days of a living hell.

Victoria did not know whether or not her sister was alive. Nobody even knew where she went. Victoria no longer had anyone to speak to, nobody to make her feel better when she was down. She was silent since she found out her lovely sister was gone. She had not spoken a single word. The girl just sat in her room, without any motions or thoughts. She was devastated, and nobody, not even her parents, tried to comfort her. For some reason, Victoria felt that her sister was in trouble.

The only source of light all of Yorkshire had was gone. 

Three nights before, Emily came into the house, in fury. It was strange to see her this upset. She had mentioned something about how she wanted to marry a man that would not be anywhere close to their parents criteria for a husband. For the first time, Victoria took the role of comforting her sister and giving her advice. She put her older sister's chin up and simply said something very hypocritical, "If you love the man that much, then you're going to have to do something about it." 

That must have been what had made Emily run away. Victoria buried her face into her hands. It was all her fault. She could not tell Mother, nor Father about what had happened those nights ago, she had to stay quiet about it. 

Her head flung up, as she heard her parents call her name. 'So they have not forgotten about my existence,' the dull girl thought to herself. She slowly got off the bed, without any energy at all. She was like a dusty, old windup toy whose key has not been turned in years. She walked down the hall, to find her parents looking at a painting of Emily and Victoria on the wall. "Ah, so you're awake. Get in your finest dress, a painter is coming in a few hours. We are going to be getting rid of this terrible art piece, and replacing it with one of only you," her Father said, as he took the painting down. 

Victoria's world completely stopped spinning, the speed had been slowly decreasing throughout the days, but now she could no longer take it. "So we're just going to forget about her? Just like that? As if she was never in the family?" Victoria's voice sounded croaky, due to the fact she had not been speaking much. She took a breath. She knew Emily would have wanted her to protest, but for some reason Victoria's brain refused to listen. "Can't we just keep it there? For Emily?" she trailed off, as she twiddled with her thumbs.

Lady Maudeline looked at her husband and back to Victoria. She was shocked, that Victoria was actually disagreeing with them. "I see your sister must have influenced you to speak up.. Did you know she stole my old wedding dress?" the Mother crossed her arms. Victoria put a finger up, about to interrupt, but Lady Maudeline went on. "Anyways, yes we are going forget about her, if she wanted to leave then let it be! We do not need her in the family anyways. Nobody will ever touch that piano again. You are now going to be an example of the perfect daughter. Do you understand?" she uncrossed her arms, and frowned at the daughter. "Mother, you do not understand, I have a feeling something bad might happen to her. She could be killed out there. We need to try to look for her!" Victoria exclaimed. "Go to your room, Victoria." she snarled.

Victoria sighed, grabbed the painting, and walked back to her bedroom, as her head looked down at the carpet. When she opened the door, she examined the room and tried to figure out where the painting would look best. She found an empty spot next to her vanity mirror, and hung the painting there. Though it was crooked, it was beautiful. Victoria stood, and admired the painting for a few minutes. She never noticed the details the artist had put into it. A grin formed on her face, as she realized the painting had caught Emily's beauty perfectly. 

"I'll find you. Soon. I promise. When they're not awake, I'll look through Yorkshire, I'll look through the whole country to find you."

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do you need an emily or victor?

((Uh, I currently have an Emily. My Victoria is currently set pre Corpse Bride, so we won't need a Victor quite yet, but we will soon. So, feel free.))

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“Oh shush,” Emily shushed her, rubbing Victoria’s back comfortingly as they hugged.  ”Sometimes you need to just say something and then you feel better.”  At least, so Emily’d always heard.  She’d never had to just say something.  She knew Victoria was often discontented in this way, but perhaps that was another way that the two girls were different: Emily was almost never anything but content.  And when she was upset, how could it ever last for very long?

“Your dress is pretty,” she added, to make Victoria feel better.  ”Pink suits your complexion very well.”

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"Mother always told me that it's not good to voice your opinions or thoughts," she paused. "She always said that I'll come of as too passionate, and no man likes a woman filled with passion," Victoria trailed off. "I don't understand how she can live without having any feelings. It's as if she was born without them. You know, when I was a child, I had a theory that she was not an actual human being? I thought she had just came back from the dead, or something like that," she laughed. "Does it really?" Victoria blushed. "Thank you, your dress is fantastic as well."

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It wasn’t exactly the done thing to discuss one’s relationship with one’s sister in the middle of a party, but Emily listened intently to Victoria’s speech, eyes round with sadness that her sister felt this way.  ”Victoria,” she said finally, “you’re being nothing but silly, that’s what.  You’re fifteen years old, old enough to think of marriage but not old enough for Mother and Father to have arranged your coming-out party yet!  I never had such friends and beaux until I came out, when I was your age!  That’s all there is to it, really.  And there’s nothing wrong with being quiet.  You’ve read ever so many more books than me, and you take better care of your clothes and complexion since you stay indoors, and you’re clever, and anyway do you know Mother comes in every morning like clockwork to tell me I should be quieter?  ’You’re not onstage at Covent Garden,’ she says.  ’Learn to pay attention to what a man has to say or he’ll give up talking to you.’  She actually says that!”  

Emily peered at Victoria with eyes wide with disbelief, hoping that at least her impression of Lady Everglot had cheered Victoria slightly.  ”You pay more attention to people if you’re quiet, I guess.  But you shouldn’t need me to tell you that you’re lovely, because you are.  And if your future husband can’t see that, then I’ll give him a piece of my mind.”  She nodded firmly.

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Victoria wished she had not gotten herself into this situation. She knew she should have just stayed quiet, the same way she always did. It felt a bit better getting all that out, though. The things Emily was saying about Victoria was true. She did read a bit more books than the average person, well a lot more books. She always was a bit of a perfectionist whenever it came to the way her complexion and clothes looked. Although she did make many of them, she felt that first impressions mattered.  Vicky laughed at her sister's impressions of their Mother. She felt much better, the way she felt every time Emily talked to her. "You're right, Emily. I'm sorry for breaking down like that," the Victorian girl gave her older sister a hug. 

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Emily shrugged.  ”Are they in trade?  I’m surprised Mother and Father would even consider them, then.  I guess it’s occurred to them that we need the money!” she giggled.  ”Imagine telling people at parties that your husband is a fish merchant!  It’s so funny to say.  The sound of it.  Fish merchant…fish merchant…”

She sobered at the look on Victoria’s face.  ”Vicky, you’re fifteen.  Of course you’re not going to be good at everything - nobody is!  But give it time and you’ll be good at lots of things, I know you will.  Like the piano,” she prompted.  ”And I bet you’ll have a better singing voice than I do, since yours is higher than mine.  Besides, you’re lovely already.  Which is probably exactly why Mother and Father have begun to discuss you getting married, too, see?”

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"Out of all the people in England, they chose fish merchants.." Victoria thought of this for a few seconds. It seemed like anything was better than being poor, to the Lord and Lady. She wondered who Emily was betrothed to. "Do you think he might end up liking me?" Victoria asked. Love was something Victoria always wanted to have in her life, she did not want to have a marriage that meant nothing like her parents' marriage.

Why was it so hard to explain how she felt, and why she felt that way? Was it because of the way Emily was one of the many factors of how she felt upset about herself? No, she could not blame this on Emily. Emily was the one who helped her feel better about herself, like she was now. Emily was the one who spoke to her, who noticed her. She was not sure how she felt anymore, her mind began to ache, because of all of those mixed thoughts running through her head. She placed a hand on her own forehead, and let out a short, quiet sigh. "People don't notice me, Emily. I'm practically nonexistent to all of the people here. You and I are opposites, like fire and ice. I'm quiet, and not very social, meanwhile you have spoken to every single person here. You're filled with life, and I'm as dull as a brick. You're good at everything, and I'm not. I'm not complaining, there's nothing we can really do about it," Victoria took a breath, after struggling to say all of that. She usually was never that open, never has she said that much about her thoughts on her and her sister. It was the first time, and most likely the last.

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“They probably can’t,” agreed Emily immediately, “but you know they like a good show.”  She shrugged her pastel-clad shoulders, looking around at the impressive layout.  ”I suppose one of us is going to have to marry rich to make up for it.”  She studied Victoria with a mischievous smile, running a finger thoughtfully over her chin the way she’d seen Father do.  ”You would be a perfect wife, Vicky.  You’d do us all proud,” Emily teased her sister in a singsong voice.  She looked around and lowered her voice.  ”Aah, but they’ve been discussing it, you know.  I was in the pantry nicking some cookies the other day and they were talking about some family called the van Dorts.  Probably some swaggering son they’ll shove at us.”  Emily accepted a pair of champagne flutes from their butler as he glided by with a tray.  ”Well, he can join all the others, I suppose.  They keep each other company well enough.”

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"Everybody seems to be enjoying it.." she trailed off, looking around at all of the dancing, laughing, happy people. Victoria took a sip of her glass filled with water. When her sister made the remark about marriage and being a good wife, she swallowed it in shock. It felt like it was too soon to think of it as that. "Me? Perfect wife? Oh no, no, no, no," she shook her head. She felt as if Emily was the only one who could think in this point of view. In Victoria's own mind, she was far from anything near the perfect anything. She knew that her sister was just trying to be kind, and help boost Vicky's self confidence, and she did not want to upset Emily, so she went along with it. "I suppose I might be good at somethings. I've become a bit better at cooking. There is not a doubt about the fact you will be one as well," Victoria gave her a grin, and took another sip of her water. "The van Dorts? Aren't those the fish merchants?" she recalled the familiar name. The girl had heard of them after reading an ad in the newspaper.

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“Mmph,” agreed Emily, squeezing Victoria tight as they embraced.  She drew away only to an arm’s length, beaming at her beloved younger sister.  ”But you mustn’t let Mother hear you ask!” she chided, pretending to look shocked.  ”Two daughters playing the piano?  Why, my dear, the scandal!”  Then her features relaxed into a gentle smile and she dropped her imitation of their mother’s voice.  ”Of course I’ll teach you, Victoria darling,” she promised.  ”But we’ll keep it a secret from Mother and Father!  At least until you can play very well, and then we shall amaze them all at once.”  Emily grinned.  ”Won’t that be fun?

“I’ve scarcely seen you all during the party,” Emily added wistfully after a moment, slipping her arm around her sister’s waist as they looked at the crowded room.  ”What have you been up to?”

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Victoria knew that her mother would never let her play piano. She had tried convincing Lady Maudeline to let her play, but she never agreed. So, Vicky decided to not speak about it to anybody, but Emily, the only one who listened. The exact same way she did not speak, about anything that has ever bothered her or upset her, except when she was talking to Emily. "Thank you, Emily. I cannot wait to be just as good as you-" she stopped herself from speaking. Victoria knew that she was not going to be good as her sister, she could try, but would end up failing. The girl took her mind off of trying to be Emily, she knew if she kept it up Emily would start questioning her, and this might be one of the very few topics that Emily would not understand. "Yes, it will be fun. I cannot wait."

"I've been here the whole time," she looked down. "Perhaps, this crowd just made it hard for you to see me," Victoria looked up, and decided to change the topic. "Can you believe how much money Mother and Father spent on this event? I was not sure if they would be able to afford it."

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At long last, Emily’s fingers stilled against the ivory piano keys.  There was a single, solitary moment of silence, in which she closed her eyes and sighed.  Her fingers ached.

And then the room erupted in applause - even some cheering and stamping, probably from the young gentlemen scattered around the room.  Emily turned from the piano, full lips parting in a modest smile as she looked around.

There were Mother and Father, clapping hard for all their dour expressions.  Father even looked less bilious than usual.  There were the neighbors and friends and acquaintances (if the Everglots could be said to have friends), applauding politely and even approvingly.  There was the usual cluster of young and eligible men (and many more that were neither) trying to out-whoop one another as they roared their approbation.

Emily’s eyebrows drew together in puzzlement as she looked around the room.  And then she spotted the one she was looking for.  Already half the room was surging forward, to congratulate or flatter or grudgingly praise Emily (“If you insist on playing the piano,” Mother would say, “try not to look so passionately”), but she made her way through the crowd with a squeeze of the hand here, a smile or a brief polite reply there, until she emerged on the other side and headed straight for her sister.

“Vicky,” she greeted her, taking Victoria’s hands in hers and spinning the two of them in a small circle.  ”How did I play?  Not so well as usual, I don’t think.”

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Victoria watched her sister play, in that fiery passionate way of her's. Whenever one of Emily's finger would lay on the piano, the world would stop moving, everyone was suddenly paying attention to nothing else, but the beautiful girl. 

Emily was the perfect daughter of the two, always has been and always will be. She was one of the most gorgeous girls in Yorkshire. Whenever people saw her on the streets, they said that she took the darkness and drowsiness out of the dull Yorkshire day, because if you just take a single glance at the girl's big happy eyes, bright smile that she always wore, you could not help but grin back at her. No matter what, she would bring at least a tiny bit of joy to your grumpy day.

She was a lot more popular than Victoria. It was as if Lord Finis and Lady Maudeline Everglot never had a second daughter, if Emily was around. Did Victoria hate Emily for this? No, of course not! Sure, sometimes she'd be a bit upset, but most of the time she kept it to herself. And it's not like Victoria tried being better than Victoria, she was just born flawless and well liked. Emily was always kind to her younger sister, she would play with her when they were young, and had no trouble letting her into the family. She seemed to understand how Victoria felt about being unpopular, and always managed to cheer her up by saying such sweet things, or inviting her to a ball she was going to. 

Victoria put her head up as the music finished, and began to clap for her sibling. She grinned as her sister walked up to her. "Not well as usual?" she repeated. "I've never heard you play better! Everybody loved it! Whoever disagrees must have no taste in real music! You must teach me how to play!" the younger sister exclaimed, as she gave the older sister a big hug.

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WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

"Although, I have not laid a single finger on it, yet, I believe it would be the piano," the Victorian girl swooned, thinking of the instrument. It's so beautiful, and I love the idea of music. Emily recently told me that she can teach me how to play."