#eilonwyj

[min-ji-min]

Location: Acacia Heights Country Club - Afternoon Tea Service With: @eilonwyj

"Can you pass the... mm... is that one the strawberry jam near you or is it the rhubarb? I can't tell. That one though," she gestured with her cutely manicured nails which were rounded with a gradient of pale pink on some and clear with little flowers on the others. It matched with her outfit which was a fluttery white dress and thin pink cardigan for the days were still a little warm but had begun to grow chillier.

"These are nice but I can tell they aren't fae made," Min-Ji asserted with every confidence in the world though though really she had no idea. "How's your tea? Which one did you pick again?" She brought up her own teacup which was meant to be caramel apple but she'd put enough sugar cubes inside that the delicate notes were overpowered.

[asher-spaulding]

for: @eilonwyj location: botanical gardens

He seemed to end up in the gardens a lot, and yet it was never really a planned trip. Asher always intended to spend the day indoors, whether it was to take care of someone else's child or to finish a commission or try and paint for joy, which seemed to be becoming rarer as of late. He'd plan to stay indoors and yet after a few hours, no matter what he was doing he'd feel stifled by his surroundings, and that was when he'd crack and go wander around the gardens, usually alone, occasionally with Maria Elena in tow when the toddler was under his care and restless and he tried to placate her by offering tree names as they walked past, which she attempted to babble back to him in her baby talk way and which he subsequently took as a success. He wondered sometimes if it was strange, spending so much time there alone or not. He never seemed to see anyone else.

On this instance, he was alone, having taken the day off - he was experiencing increasing guilt for doing so, what with Mars in the state he was, but he hoped the siren had found someone else to help with the toddler, perhaps Ryden. It had rained the night before and the ground was damp, droplets of dew adorning the leaves, and he appreciated the freshness, and the sound of the birdsong, which he tried to separate in his head to distinguish between the sounds. One call was different to the others, and it bothered him though he couldn't quite figure out why until he spotted the bird - male house sparrow, nothing someone who bothered to bird watch much might get excited about - in the long grass, evidently distressed.

He straightened up, for the first time looking around properly, instead of being caught in his own thoughts. He wasn't alone, after all, he noticed - he could see the top of a woman's head, bent down behind a rose bush, tending it. "Do you have a box?" Asher asked, without thinking, before he realised that might sound odd and was forced to quickly follow it up, "there's an injured bird.. I was gonna take it to the vet, so..."

[valentin-stjohn-archive]

Location: St John Botanical Gardens With: @eilonwyj

The walk down from the large estate building toward the Garden House located deep within the botanical garden was a considerable distance but while there were long stretches of manicured green lawn, the pathway itself was lined with low growing bushes and flower patches of indigenous plants, thin green iron posts with markers named out various different plants with their Latin names so that anyone walking through the gardens could name and recognize what was growing there. Valentin was dressed well as he always was, rarely ever seen in anything but a well-tailored suit, stitched precisely to his form so it fit him in a very complimentary way and despite the coldness of the air around him, he did not wear a coat. The dead like him did not feel the frigid air for it matched his own body temperature and there was no need for a coat unless it was for fashion or a statement, for the moment he needed neither.

As he walked, he carried himself with a quiet confidence and an easy manner, he did not breathe or have any minor alterations in his step that came with mortal living, seeming to move effortlessly despite the unlevel terrain and it gave him a distinctly inhuman aura. Generally, Valentin maintained a 'glamour' over his left eye which disguised its true appearance and made it appear to match his actual eye color, which was a pale and muted blue tone, but as Eilonwy was a faerie, she could likely see through his 'glamour' and see that the iris of his left eye was pitch black and she may even be able to sense that it was distinctly fae.

"Has there been a creature you have not been able to communicate with?" The vampire male would ask Eilonwy without looking in her direction, his strange gaze focused on the path and gardens ahead of him but keeping her within his peripheral vision.

[thebellamybarnesarchive]

⌝ Days had past since everything happened and though Bella was feeling her mortal weaknesses being preyed upon by the demonic blood in her system she was starting to become used to the feeling. No, she couldn't walk around in her ridiculous heels anymore and yes, she needed far more sleep, but she wasn't dying and, as it turned out, Valentin had focused his work for the time being on finding something that would help her more than the edelweiss candles and cigarettes she used to drain her body of the growing demonic blood in her veins.

⌝ This was why, determined to do something outside of the confines of her room, Bella had made her way out of the estates building and to the butterfly sanctuary. Bella was aware she couldn't bring her either object that assisted with her demonic blood in case it hurt the butterflies or set the garden ablaze but a short trip would do her good, to see something beautiful would make her happy, and when she was done she could eat, and remind Valentin to do the same.

⌝ "Eilonwy?" she checked as she opened the door with white hands and nails like talons, able to hear someone inside, and doubting it was guests. The woman's black eyes scanned the space, finding it...different. Things were not the same.

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[micah-weber]

Location: Maulform's Dark Apothecary With: @eilonwyj

"Were you able to get more of those red butterfly wings?" Micah asked as he looked up from the book that held all the special order requests. Maulform's Dark Apothecary supplied many of the town coven's and independent witches and so were often overcome with special requests during ritual heavy times of the year, which in this case coincided with the winter holidays and he had to reach out to various other suppliers in order to fulfill all the orders. It was lucky for him that he was on winter break from university so he could get more hours to help at the store and not worry so much about fitting in time to study.

[thebellamybarnesarchive]

⌝ Bella's fanged GCDs heels carried her in the direction of the butterfly house, she had organised an evening with Valentin per his secretary but had arrived early and knew it was unlikely he would even be looking at the time, and thought he might feel her approach Bella figured it was silly to disrupt work he had potentially timed appropriate to her arrival schedule and so, as she hated the throngs of visitors that consistently roamed his home, Bellamy figured Eilonwy would be better company.

⌝ There was a certain level of hurt she felt after the luncheon, that Bella had tried to do what she felt friends did and stand up for one another and Eilonwy had backed down of her own interests. Bella could never understand why women seemed to dislike her and it hurt especially because it only validated the notion that men only did so they could sleep with her, not because they actually enjoyed her presence and personality. The young vampire wasn't sure how to amend things. She'd already changed so much of who she was to be amenable to a world with morals differing from her own, was she meant to keep changing until she was gone entirely?

⌝ Regardless, even if she wasn't sure Eilonwy liked her she did work for Valentin and Bella would be in the home with more and more frequency, regardless of how things went between them, because he would always be her sire and she would care for him deeply, even when angry, so she figured she would not hesitate in her approach. There was, of course, a caution as Bella opened the door, not wanting to let a butterfly out when it should not be or inadvertently step on one.

⌝ "Eilonwy?" she called out, looking into the space for the other woman's dark hair.

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[min-ji-min]

Location: St. John Museum Estate and Botanical Gardens With: @eilonwyj

It was a common occurrence for the young fae woman to be out when the day was nice and the sky lightly clouded but still allowing for a warm shine. With the dawning of the shift of season from winter to spring it meant more flowers were beginning to bud and some of the more special ones that could blossom during this transitional period were fragrant with their sweet scent and vibrant colours. So Min-Ji was there, ambling through the gardens, taking her time to enjoy being in nature because she often times spent so much of her days cooped up indoors either on her PC or babysitting that she relished these moments, a chance to disconnect from the buzz of electricity and really connect with her fae roots by being in nature. If it weren't still so chilly out, she might have even removed her shoes and traipsed through the paths barefoot, but since it was still considerably cold out for her, shoes remained on. Yet despite the cold, it didn't stop Min-Ji from wearing a skirt, she just paired her grey skirt with some nude leggings to give the appearance of being bare legged because for her, aesthetics were of the upmost importance.

So there she was, taking her time in the gardens, not paying much attention at all on where she was going or whether she'd already walked this way three or four times already until she realized she'd passed by the same woman about three or four times and that same woman hadn't seemed to have moved much at all. Min-Ji approached, her long black hair with the underlayer dyed red cascaded down over her shoulders as she leaned in, "What are you doing? Are you lost?" As if she herself hadn't been circling the same path.

[thebellamybarnesarchive]

⌝ The young vampire woman had been shocked to discover the portrait of herself she had gifted to Valentin over the holidays had been hung so prominently in his home. The vulgar life size portrait of the vampire in her first year, naked in a bath of blood, fangs exposed, black eyes full, nails complimenting her jaw as her hands surrounded her throat...she looked beautiful, at least to Bella. The portrait, along with it's two sister pieces she had kept for herself, had always shown the image of herself that she found beautiful and no one but Valentin did. It was hard to consider how many people in Opulence might see it and know that it was not a performance image, not some gimmick, but who she was.

⌝ Perhaps childishly she had come to visit the estate each day since she had seen it there, to stand and look at it. Surely he knew, Valentin was by no means unobservant, and yet each day she had stayed in that entrance hall, aware even as others were ushered away, blocked by the magical barriers placed in the home, the rest of the house was calling to her, summoning her deeper within, but holding back because she could feel his presence in one of the many rooms and if she crossed the threshold of public space to private she was unsure what she might do.

⌝ So restraint was maintained but it was not easy by any means, even away from his estate she felt drawn to him, to the home, it was insufferable. The whole situation felt rather insufferable and yet she was afraid it would go away, that she might wake up from an extended dream and he would be gone and this would have all been some torturous dream she couldn't return to. Frustrated in her thoughts Bella turned suddenly away from the portrait of herself, intent on the direction of the doors but hitting someone who had been going to pass her - understandably as Bella had probably not moved from her exact spot in thirty minutes or so.

⌝ "Fuck, does this place ever fucking empty out?" she let out instead of an apology, her frustrations getting the better of her as she caught sight of the woman she'd knocked into, stunning and poised. "Surely there are better things to fucking do in this town than wander around an old mans house?" The judgement more firmly on herself. It wasn't like everyone else had been by daily.

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