#c: lou

[void-botanist]

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Hello Ren!!! You get several paragraphs about Fay and Lou's terrible divorce :D

They're like the inverse of Sorian and Avis, because it was less clear-cut what exactly made everything fall apart. There were first the general resentments of Fay being mostly a stay-at-home mom while Lou sunk way too much of his time in the bakery - simultaneously a moneymaker, a status symbol, and the target of Fay's ire. But this was a simmer of a conflict. Things didn't start escalating until Isabel came out as trans when she was 11. Neither Fay nor Lou had any trouble with this, at least until Lou made it all about him. He would never ask Isabel to be someone she wasn't, no, but now he was left high and dry with no son to inherit his bakery, to carry on the patrilineal tradition he'd singlehandedly revived. All that time he spent there was a waste without an heir, you know?

Fay took this as proof that he did care about the bakery more than his family, and they started to fight more and more. In his deepening unhappiness Lou accidentally found a new love interest (along the lines of "she happened to help me with bakery taxes" or something) and realized that oh, maybe he really didn't need to be in this miserable marriage anymore. I think it's actually more interesting if they were "good" and never banged prior to the divorce, because that was immaterial as soon as Lou told Fay that he'd found a new partner so maybe it was time they broke up. This was the moment when Fay's poorly attached hinges flew off and she began throwing everything of his in a pile at the bottom of the stairs, followed by screaming at him to leave so loudly that the neighbors could hear.

After that the divorce should have been quick but they argued about the bakery revenues and the house and custody of Rodney and Isabel (who were 10 and 13 when the whole debacle started and pretty clearly sided with Fay, because at least she'd always been there) and whether they could get a fault divorce (honestly I'm not sure but Fay wanted one) and finally, a year and a half later, the divorce was finalized. Lou let Fay offload the house onto him and she, Isabel, and Rodney left for Antarac. He got remarried to his new partner, Annette, who he's still married to, and they later adopted a kid, Hatt, who's the middle sibling age-wise between them, Rodney, and Isabel. I have yet to work out a lot of Hatt's background but between them and Annette, Lou has learned quite a lot about how not to be transphobic and also how not to be weird by adding a "Be My Heir" letter into the mix of yearly birthday cards to your son (just don't do that). Hatt is all too happy to be the heir to the bakery but had the advantage of being adopted as a teenager and therefore not raised with Expectations like Isabel and Rodney (I suspect they were like Annette's nibling or cousin to begin with). Annette ends up low-key being Isabel's hero because she had a double mastectomy for cancer reasons and therefore also has a flat chest.

I'm indisposed for doodles/picrews atm but I want to make some of them later and get their designs a little more nailed down.

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[viola-zephyr]

Viola assessed the girl in front of her. "Keep an open stance," she instructed, nudging her legs apart with her foot. "Never shift all your weight to your heels." They were basic, but potentially lifesaving instructions. Two extra seconds to spring into action were all it took for someone to get an opening, as Vi had seen time and time again. "Now, go with your gut instinct," she said. "What are you fighting with?"

@harleyarrow @lou-royce

[thomaswieland]

[ PRIVATE F2F ] @loustclaire​

Thomas did so miss live theater. He had been delighted by the human’s dance, and after the proper applause and compliments, he had requested it a second time. And then again. After the third time, he’d had to use a little mental force, compelling her to keep dancing like a doll stuck in a music box, a ballerina on an endless loop of the same motions again and again. He sits with a glass of Malbec, swirling it endlessly. What hour were they on now? Two? Three? There’s nothing but the sound of ragged breathing and her overworked heart to echo back to him in the empty banquet hall, though Thomas occasionally hums bits of the music from Coppelia. The smell of blood, fresh and enticing, draws his attention. Perhaps she had fallen and torn skin or broken a toe while his attention strayed. He’s in no rush, letting the fear build in a slow crescendo. Did she think he would let her dance herself to death? It seems an oddly appealing thought, even now.

They say a dancer dies twice. You only had a decade or so before you reached your shelf life in the ballet world. Did the thought drive you a little mad?

[erickaholloway]

[ PRIVATE ]

@loustclaire​

She doesn’t know what drives her into the manor’s very own dungeon. Anger? A thirst for power? For feeling powerful? Hunting humans on the way to Carden was something she didn’t particularly want to get used to. She’s especially enjoyed sipping blood out of crystal glasses while wearing a dark crimson robe in her very own bedroom. There’s a sense of power in materialism. But she wants more. She needs to know everything she is capable of. So she finds herself peering at the human through the bars of the first cell. She scoffs. “There should be a human chained in every bedroom of every immortal. Not rotting in a dungeon.”

[robvandenbergg]

“You know a dude showed me your tinder profile the other day--” He spoke from behind her as he sat beside her, ordering himself a bourbon. He turned to the blonde smirking; he hadn’t seen her in a few weeks. “I mean, Brit girl in Springhill? You know that’s just giving guys a false pretence Lou.” He chuckled ordering her a drink too. “Guess we can get these free cause you run this place?” He mused lightly. “Cheers.”

@eloisewoods

[resa-beauchamp]

“So anyway, then she tells me that she’s been calling him Edward this whole time, but his last name is Edwards, like zzzzz,” Resa said, leaning forward without even realizing. She just really wanted Louise to get how ridiculous this was. “And then says his real name is Jake. Because of course it is.” 

@loujeff​ 

[andrewsterling]

@loujeff​

The line outside Custard’s wasn’t completely overflowing by the time he got there, exactly 7 minutes late to meet Louisa. Andrew wasn’t sure she cared about that stuff, but he had to be careful not to keep taking all his friends for granted. He needed to get a damn planner or something, with the amount of things he was forgetting. 

Today it was custard, tomorrow it’d be showing up to work on time. He shuddered at the thought. Pulling a crumpled tenner from his pocket, he caught up to Louisa as she approached the counter and slid the money to Mariangel. 

“Can I get a double scoop banana and, uh, blueberry cheesecake, please? And whatever she’s havin’.” He looked down at his friend, “Sorry I’m late, I got caught up at home.” 

[aemiliablackarchived]

[ private]

@loustclaire​

Hello there. 

Aren’t you a sweet-looking thing? What’s your name?