#dimitresca

[gntlets]

contrast ...

no one point out what vi's the perfect height for. we don't need to say it out loud. everyone's already thinking it.

[sacrificialmaiid]

ATTENTION ALL. Milena Hofer actually taught the Lady Dimitrescu how to kiss… on the mouth!! She did not know how to do that before. Fortunately, Milena overheard the other village girls talking about it when she was younger so she was able to introduce this absolutely revolutionary move to her mistress. Thank god for Milena Hofer, I say.

[gambl4r]

stepping into the cool air of the evening is a relief. she's been trapped in a room with some of the most insufferable souls this side of the river for what feels like ten years. good sense tells her it hasn't even been two hours. but she'd been disarmed at the door by 'constituents' and well-meaning hangers-on who want to take the chance to get to know the zaunite councilor, who want something of her. she's meant to have 'staff' who help deal with this sort of shit, an assistant who can field questions and tell her the names of all these fuckers, the history of their houses, what she should know them for... but knowing them doesn't make them any more bearable. her patience has already been pinched between two fingers and twisted like a nerve. a headache blooms at the base of her neck, thunderous and unavoidable like a storm you can see coming, or one of jinx's smoke grenades rolling down an alleyway.

she just needs to catch her breath — she's getting too old for this shit. that's what she tells herself. just a minute — ten minutes — maybe an hour. she can't see the jut of zaun's outline from here to comfort her, keep her head on straight. it's just the endless rows of other cream-colored, glossy buildings, accented in gold and teals. her mouth draws into a severe frown, and her hand tightens around the glass of whiskey she's taken two sips from since she plucked it off a passing tray. she shuffles to the balcony's railing, wrapped in ivy. nothing about this place is familiar. she's danced this dance more than once, now, and none of it strikes her in the way it should: close to six months she's been councilor sevika, outnumbered and outmanned by topsiders, and it still fits her like a poorly-tailored glove. a sharp, hot-white pain zips from the base of her neck to the back of her skull, a reminder. she swallows a mouthful of her drink. it goes down easy. she braces herself to go back inside, so she can at least make for the exit.

it's here that she meets a familiar face, one she's been pointedly avoiding for as long as she took on the mantle of councilor. before, under silco, she didn't have the excuse of any title to get out of a conversation she wasn't interested in having, but now she can wave her hand and send most flocking away from her, like birds. (it's never quite clear if it's because they're frightened, because they're eager to get away, or if they were never really interested in the pursuit of change to start.) she's pinned between the balcony rail and alcina, the doorway back to the ongoing party blocked by a severe woman, tall enough that sevika finds herself in the unusual position of needing to look up. but this is a familiar face, and a familiar name. no simpering assistant to whisper a title in her ear necessary. ❛ lady dimitrescu. it's been a while. ❜ she grimaces, and doesn't quite manage to hide it behind the rim of her glass. gravelly, and dripping in wry amusement, like there's some sick silco-shaped punchline around the corner. ❛ you come out here to take in the sights? enjoy the open air? ❜ / @dimitresca.

[elisethetraveller]

"You're of no great fortune, and thus of no great consequence. On the topic of marriage, I'd forego it altogether. Pledge yourself to a religious order, and allow the impossible standards of purity fuel your perversity." She lowers herself, stature bent at the hips, hands resting on them. "You're a pretty little thing. Perhaps some aging Mother Superior would like you splayed with a tribute to the stigmata, while you manipulate blood." She holds Elise's hand out, and pokes a gloved finger into the centre. Then she smirks. "Would you prefer that to working for me in my dungeons? Careful, girl, on how you answer." She doesn't care about the answer. She likes the intimacy - the teasing.

Elise cannot stop the quirk sneaking along the corner of her mouth as the good lady's words settle in the air with all the pomp and fanfare of a days-old birthday garland. The idea of devoting herself to any religious order was…absurd. The few extended stays she had made in monasteries and abbeys were unpleasant. Despite weeping statues and holy wounds, there were few allowances for magic.

"Of course not, my lady." The mage could lie when need be, but these false words were not hidden behind adverted eyes or soft shrugs. Instead, the teasing words accompanied a bold smirk and blazing eyes as her lithe finger curled inwards to grace over the finger stabbing into her palm. The skin there buzzed slightly, somewhere between anticipation and anxiety. She had seen what those hidden claws could do.

[idolbound]

her avatar is in full armour for protection

@dimitresca

She is impervious to most forms of harm in armour...

[acidbodywoman]

annie come get your girl she got loose and is running around in the vampire castle--

[fallesto]

You ought to be drowned in a puddle of your own oily making, you wretched little runt. - for Heisenberg 🖤

THE SOONER SHE COULD GET THAT MASSIVE HEAD OUT HER ASS.

THE BETTER.

She was nothing unique, she was not grand, she was not regal, in truth she was right in the same boat as all of the rest of them and with her massive head in the clouds she could not see, they where taking on water and fucking quickly as well, too many of them on board, not enough lifejackets as well, they where sinking, going down and he was not being dragged to the depths with them. He gets it, he really does. He was once like them all, he bought right into it, all of it, he believed so much in everything that was being shuffled onto the spoons and stuffed down there throats, but the party music has stopped and with it being stopped, all you can hear is the deafening silence and being able to actually hear and see, it is all around you, it is everywhere, this is nothing other than a complete and utter bullshit lie, a perfect family they were not, they were nothing other than lambs to the slaughter, all of them, starting with mega bitch here and working all the way down to him.

“Listen for once, because your running out of time, all of them are, but I only need you.”

Her wealth, her influence, Miranda honeypot and the one who banked rolls everything, but deep pockets and endless wealth does not change the fact that she was the same as the others, once the money dried up she would be finished, and if she cannot see that for herself, then she was truly a lady of fools and nothing more. Where has Miranda gone, where is she right now, she was more isolated than ever before, less meetings, less sightings, less of everything, it was as if his dream has come true, if anyone knows where Miranda was, it was this mountain of a bitch, but with that, less Miranda was never anything good, she was working on something, and it did not benefit any of them if Miranda could actually break through and complete her work.

THEN WHAT WOULD BE THE POINT OF THEM; HOW DO THEY FIT INTO THE PERFECT FAMILY. SIMPLE. THEY FUCKING DON’T.

If they thought he was going to sir around and wait for his death at the hands of Miranda, then they where all outta there fucking minds, he had plans, big fucking plans, whatever Miranda can do, he can do, better than her, he was a genius, he made machines, from scrap, so many companies will pay him his weight in gold and silver for just one of his creations, but an entire army of them, would set him up for the rest of his life without failure, problem is, there is no escape, no one leaves, the village, ever, and he wanted out,so badly and to be as far away from here as possible.

“You’re a tyrant.” As he slammed down the blueprints before her, yeah she was a tyrant and a bitch, but he was talking more about the weapon, than a title to insult her. “She sold you out, they have recreated you, over and over.” As he slammed more down, different versions, of her, but all getting worse and worse, Miranda was many things, but anyone trying to perfect her work, was doomed to fail. “The same as all of us as well.” As he tossed the folder across the table, different creations, monsters in her eyes, but weapons within his own, and all of them trace all the way right back here, to there beloved mother.

“That’s all we are, products now, whatever she has told you, has been lies, she is up to something and it is big, I can feel it and if she completes it, we won’t be kicking around to see the after party.”

[emcads]

turns out there are a few cons to dating a cult member @dimitresca​