#lorelle

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 15, vol. 54, 5 août 1933, Paris. Mlle Jacqueline de Chabannes portait au dîner des "Fanfreluches", qui eut lieu récemment au Pré Catelan, cette robe d'organdi de soie d'un joli ton tilleul. Gown of linden colored silk organdee. Henriette Boudreaux. Photo Lorelle. Bibliothèque nationale de France

[ninjaofdeath16]

Clowning around

Okay, I know I have been doing quite a few Recruiters and Obey Me prompts, but I think I want to do one of original stories, more or less as a teaser, for this one.

Lorelle, Alistair, and Genelle.

Ever since Lorelle and Genelle came to the tiny village of Drusilla, their days of happiness and clowning around came to an end with the death of her first husband Joshua. He was a kind man of science who, even if he didn't understand magic, appreciated the things she could do with magic and left in wonder of it all and loved her and their daughter Genelle. Nothing in this world could have prepared her for widowhood when her husband fell ill with the plague, and nothing could have prepared her for the dreary days ahead when her brother-in-law Rupert came to retrieve her, marry her just three days later, and take her back to his dismal village that Drusilla.

Drusilla itself wasn't a horribly place so long as it wasn't the rainy season, it was a horrible place for her because of her husband was the village blacksmith, a man of power in this town, and threatened her life and her daughter's life if she ever used her magic. While her sweet and precious Genelle grew each day to favor her father with her curious mind, her fair blonde curly hair and green eyes that needed glasses, she thankfully did not possess an ounce of magic within her. Though her sweet Genelle desperately wanted to use magic like her mother, so long as they were under the blacksmith's roof, it was safer for them both that she never gains any powers from her.

Five years she was stuck in this miserable place and for the last five years she thankfully has not been able to sire Rupert's offspring. Joshua had explained to her long ago that their gene pool was small and the likelihood of them ever having children was slim, however his brother Rupert did not share the same mindset and blamed her for using black magic to prevent herself from bearing his children rather that believe in his own deficiency. While he thankfully never laid a hand on her daughter, Lorelle had grown accustomed to the bruises and scars that marred her hips and ribs and arms and how to not look as though she were in pain. If the villagers ever found out that the blacksmith beat his wife, well, little would be done to stop him as there was no one else in this village physically stronger than him. If she even dared to use magic to simply defend herself, the pain was always worse, and she couldn't bear to think of being hunted down again, especially not now that she had Genelle.

After remaining five years in a never-ending nightmare, her hopes of leaving grew fainter each day until one day in the market she accidentally ran into the most handsome Drow she ever set eyes upon. Tall, lanky, and lithe with silver hair braided down his back and golden eyes watched her as something within her recognized him. They shared a look as he assisted her in packing the food back into her basket until Rupert snatched her away from him and scolded her for dropping the food.

Lorelle hadn't meant to flinch at his raised hand or voice while they were in public, but the damage had been done and not only had the entire village seen but the handsome Drow did as well. Shame filled her and tears brimmed in her eyes as Rupert dragged her away from the spot. Her heart cried out in frustration and her soul cried out in longing, however, her mind knew better than to hope that someone could rescue her when she could hardly save herself. Still, as she dared to glance over her shoulder and though her hope was frail, it was hard to kill as she saw a fiery look flashed in those golden eyes watching her be dragged away.

I PROMISE THIS WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING.

[clay-core]

session doodles from today. thanks party mates I love you a WHOLE much!!

[wow-shes-so-real]

Good Trouble 😈

[anduin-wrynns]

lorelle i love you.. So much

[les-modes]

Robe de style by Maison Agnès - Madame Havet, Les Modes January 1928. Photo by Lorelle.

[seals-and-giggles]

A new Seal OC of mine, sorta. This is my Shape shifting Lunala character Lorelle in her most common form. (Besides her natural form.)  She looks young but is actually over 50. Just a bit of a head-canon that Legendaries/UBs mature slower than other pokemon. 

[clanoffandomsandtrash]

Stuff of Dreams

Leanna joined in wholeheartedly with the cheering of the crowd, smiling and throwing her friend a thumbs up when she looked over. Lorelle looked so pretty in her wedding dress. The cut wasn’t anything particularly fancy, but it cinched nicely at the waist and flowed down to the floor in waves that shimmered a light purple under the layer of white lace. Her hair had also been pinned up into a neat braid decorated with lilacs and other small flowers, courtesy of the garden Leanna and her friends Fern and Chunfeng tended. The makeup that Lorelle had on was light, but it brightened the blush on her cheeks and complemented her golden eyes. But what topped it all off was the beautiful smile that graced her bright, shining face. Draco was a lucky man indeed.

Speak of the devil, Draco had sidled up next to Leanna while she was distracted by Lorelle. “Hey Lea, I hope you’re having a nice time.”

Leanna was a bit startled, but she quickly recovered with an amused smile. “Shouldn’t that be my line to you?”

“Well you already know I’m having a marvelous time given you put so much effort into planning this wedding.” He punctuated the end of the sentence with a million megawatt smile, but this time Leanna was not phased.

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Draco. Besides, you know the rest of the wedding crew helped me with this.”

Draco simply shrugged helplessly in response, bested once again by Leanna’s quick, but gentle, shutdown of his distraction. Not to be simply turned away though, he held out a glass of champagne for her. They both knew she wasn’t much of a drinker, but she also wasn’t one to turn down the offer in polite company and celebration. She nodded thankfully at him and gently grasped the stem of the glass as his hand fell away.

For a while, the two of them sipped at their respective drinks in silence, watching others gush over Lorelle or otherwise generally entertain themselves. At first Draco leaned lazily against the refreshment table. However, he began to fidget with one of the rings on his fingers. Never one with the patience for silence, Draco eventually spoke up. “You’ve planned so many weddings. You have a dream wedding of your own all thought out?”

Leanna stared meaningfully into her own glass, but there would be no answer down there. She glided her pointer finger around the edge of the glass as she answered, still resolutely looking down and not at Draco. “No, I like to tailor weddings to both of the members involved. I don’t think planning one out before I meet the person I’d walk down an aisle for is very prudent. Besides, I think I’ve still got time.”

“Ah.” Draco was not expecting such a serious answer. He shifted awkwardly back and forth.

Leanna laughed at him and his eyes widened a bit in surprise. “Where’s all that usual bravado of yours? Is it that weird for a person not to have their wedding day planned out all by themselves?”

“No, I just wasn’t expecting that answer from someone like you…” Draco winced a little bit at how bad that sounded out loud.

“Hm… I suppose I understand. I do enjoy planning these things, but I also like to tackle each situation as it comes. All I know for now is that when the time comes I’m going to make my wedding perfect for us.” As Leanna said this, she pressed her hands to her heart gently and turned to face Draco finally.

“”Well decided Lea, I knew there was a reason we picked you to head planning our wedding.” Draco winked over his glass as he took another sip of champagne.

“As if there were any other options floating around.” This time they both laughed.