#cobaltpetals

[sanftmutig]

Instead of any psychical contact, he's just going to receive an ill-mannered scoff from the noblewoman. "Disgusting Vessalius"

         ”It would be wise of you to better disguise that hatred of yours, less you find yourself under the Queen of Heart’s scrutiny one of these days. Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer, as they say.

If I recall correctly, you had an interest in the language of flowers, didn’t you? I’ll be sure to have a bouquet of Rhododendrons delivered straight to your hands.

             Expect them sometime this week.”

[edelweissinhishands]

"C...Conjuguez le verbe "faire" à l'imparfait.." he slowly pronounced, staring at his assignment for the holidays. French lessons had only recently started, but Elliot still wanted to at least do his homework properly. 

His pronunciation was pretty good for a beginner, but he had trouble remembering the words. After messily crossing out what he had written and flipping through his notes, Elliot finally decided to seek out some advice.

"Vanessa, are you there?" the boy asked through the door after knocking two times to his sister's door. 

[sicut-reginae]

Modern AU where Vanessa and Sharon are friendly competitors in the dressage/show jumping circuit.

[totallydadoftheyear]

cobalt-petals replied to your post:sometimes i have to remind myself that the dukes...

{ perfect blackmail }

exactly

[tiniestdormouse]

Vanessa, please? :D

For Nightray Week, drop a character from the Nightray Dukedom in my Ask and I will write a three-line fic about them.***Cool autumn air whipped through Vanessa's curls as she saddled up the thoroughbred stallion for her morning ride; the stable boys usually readied horses, but Vanessa always like to tend to Dominion herself--his presence soothed her in ways that she rarely felt inside the Nightray home nowadays.Tightening the girth strap, she bit her lower lip and willed out the memory of breakfast: Mother, sleeping away, Father, absent as always, Elliot, sullen that neither were there to send him off for Lutwidge, and Vanessa, annoyed that that peasant Leo ate instead of served; "What kind of manservant places himself at the same table as his master?" she sneered and tossed her napkin down, "Mother and Father may not be here, but that means I am in charge of this meal and I won't allow it!" (which only lead to an argument with her little brother and him departing immediately for school without further goodbyes with the peasant).Vanessa mounted her ride and flicked the reins, starting him at a trot, then a canter, and as the field gates were opened into the Nightray forests, she urged Dominion onwards into a gallop, hoping the speed and the wind would be enough to wipe the tears of frustration from her cheeks.

[impertinenthatter-blog]

You wake up early in the morning, and something just doesn't feel right. Rolling over and opening your eyes, you see yourself surrounded by Jack Vessalius body pillows. Clearly some prank, right? 

When you push aside all the pillows, and stumble towards your wardrobe to get dressed for the day, more pillows topple out and hit you. Okay... Someone has clearly way too much free time. By the time you're dressed and walking down the hallway, you notice the pillows taped to the walls... and even on the ceiling?! 

By the time you've reached the dining room for breakfast, you've seen at least 100 of these pillows, everyone else seems to have a similar story. A cruel prank taken too far. 

When the fireplace is lit, something has fallen from the chimney and caught fire. Another pillow. You are a Nightray. But despite this, you still want to cry.

[insaniae-amoris]

Gonna just curl up with her mother because everyone else is gone.

The last few years had been the worst of all. There was no real way to get over the death of someone you loved dearly, but things could always get better. And they had, for a little while at least.   But the Nightray woman had never ceased in visiting her elder son’s grave every day to give a small token of her love and place flowers before the slab of stone which would forever hold his name.

Yes, things had started to get better— until the fire. Until Ernest and Claude were taken from her grasp. Everyone was fading away, like sand through her fingers. Was it because of their name? Is this why they were being punished?  Ever since then, she’d taken to her chambers, barely eating or even coming outside anymore. Elliot was always busy, too busy to visit anymore. Bernard had hardly paid attention, perhaps he was trying to avoid it all as much as she.

And just when she thought she had nothing, the familiar feeling of preasure on the mattress she lay upon seemed to bring her out of her daydreaming and her blue eyes glanced towards her daughter.  Vanessa…  Bernice couldn’t help but feel the guilt build up gradually. How blind had she been to fail to notice what a strong woman her daughter had become?

The elder reluctantly placed her arm over the young woman’s head and gently rested her chin atop the soft locks, her eyes falling shut. There was nothing to say, it would only make things worse.

There was no reason to try and promise everything would be okay.   The last thing the Nightray wished to was lie to her daughter.

[force--silencieuse-blog]

#PIGGY ERNEST

So p much regular Ernest?