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"Saville. You don't seem like the type to settle down. So why him?"
“…who said I’d settled d-” She coughed when the leash was tugged, scowled over her shoulder and huffed. “He suits me. As I suit him. Even if he can be neglectful, there isn’t much he denies me.”
Which of your characters would have been Prom Queen? Which would have gotten the most detention, and for what?
Aria.
Aria would’ve been Homecoming Queen, Prom Queen, Most Popular, Most Likely to Succeed, etc, etc. In high school, she would have been that annoying girl that was sweet and everyone adored her, but no one could quite figure out why.
As for detention… Again, this keeps coming back to Capricia, although I can make an argument that while Capricia would get detention for constantly challenging authority, Saville would’ve been expelled for… inappropriate actions on school property… >.>
Saville: What’s a quote (not from their universe), that you associate them with?
♛ Any of the girls
Savi to Andrea:
30 Days of Character Development -Day 6
Why do they have their resources? How long have they had them, and how have they served the character over time? (Ex. Contacts, money, political power, fame, etc.)
There was a time when Saville Labonne was one of the most powerful women associated with the shadier side of Divinity's Reach's nobility. A courtesan is privy to secrets that no one wants exposed, and controlling those secrets gave her power that she was not shy about utilizing.
The Nightingale--her professional name--extorted obscene amounts of money from individual clients after she'd learned enough about their lives to find the right angle to use. If someone bored her, she would wring them for all they were worth and not bother with them after they stalked off in disgust. Generally, it was worse for the people in question if Saville found them annoying. Her tactics would change, and she would put herself to the effort of becoming what they wanted in a lover. Once they were hooked, she would lead them on to get the most she could out of them- jewels, clothing, money, favours, etc.
After that? She pushed them to suicide, and succeeded on three notable occasions.
Saville was a practicing courtesan for ten years and rode the height of her popularity for the last three until her 'partner' Ryu decided to legitimize their relationship and married her. After faking her death to escape the relationship, Saville fell in with the Kurosawa family and began utilizing their extensive network to feather herself a comfortable nest.
After the Kurosawa house in Divinity's Reach was burned down by Radaj Kendrix's former apprentice, Saville's former clients all but climbed out of the woodwork when she began plucking a few threads of information to discover what she could get from them to re-establish herself (and her master, Radaj.) Now she has absolutely no interest in resuming her career as a courtesan (and would not be allowed to do so even if she wished) but she does maintain her connections with those who have valuable information.
It is, after all, how she and Radaj came to be sharing Ambergris Hall with the Wachenfelds in Ebonhawke.
♥ - Aria, Ayame. ☆ - Capricia, Savi. ♂ - Vaidi. ☼ - Vivi, Tabby.
Aria: “Always” -Killswitch Engage
Ayame: “I Surrender” -Celine Dion
Capricia: “Serpentine” -Disturbed
Savi: “I’m Too Sexy” -Right Said Fred {We all saw that coming.}
Vaidi: “Come Try My New Parts” -Repo: the Genetic Opera
Vivi: “Race for the Sun” -3 Doors Down
Lachesis: “Tonight” -Seether {Also applicable to her feelings on Eiji.}
“Yes, yes... You said that,”
The Nightingale flipped her hand about airily, violet eyes focused on her own reflection rather than the woman standing beside the mirror. “I heard you the first time, but quite clearly, you are not hearing me.”
“I did hear you.” Ayame’s face remained smoothly impassive, dark eyes veiled by her lowered lashes. “And I stated my preferences.” Lips shifted once. “These are also Lord Kurosawa’s wishes.”
Thin nostrils flared, black silk snapped, and the Nightingale stalked away from the mirror with her head thrown back. “You said that already,” and her voice was creeping towards the volume indicative of an incoming tantrum. Ayame’s lips thinned as she drew in one slow breath before exhaling.
“Forgive me, Nightingale. You, of course, are the expert in the art I am expressing an interest in learning,” the tiny Canthan woman said. She glided forward, leaving the mirror lying on the bureau, and bowed before Saville, laying her small hands together. “I merely worry for the safety of the Kurosawa family, of which you are a part.”
A faint snort echoed. “Spare me all of the servile talk.” Saville’s heels clicked sharply against the glossy floor, a ghostly reflection of the Nightingale following her over the inlaid jet and rich cherry wood. “It works with Radaj, but not with me. He’s Lord Kurosawa because he married that little scar-faced bitch that got me killed, and the only reason you even bother playing servant around me is because I belong to him.” Pillows let out a discreet breath when the Nightingale threw herself moodily onto the chaise. “So stop playing dumb. It’s irritating.”
This was at once what she admired and loathed about the former courtesan. Ayame’s mouth twitched as she lifted her head, narrowing her dark eyes. If nothing else, the Nightingale was remarkably perceptive and rarely bothered with artifice when there was nothing to be gained by it. “The man who burned down our home in Divinity’s Reach,” she said flatly, noting the arching of Saville’s brows. “I have met him. I wish to lull him into believing I am his ally so that I may report back on his motives, abilities, and plans to Lord Kurosawa.”
“Hm.” A lacquered fingernail traced the curve of Saville’s lower lip. “And you’re wanting to avoid ‘compromising’ yourself in the process. I presume that’s your reason for emphasizing that you didn’t want to learn anything beyond seduction.”
“...I am not interested in tempting this man to my bed.”
“Fool.” Saville’s eyes- eyes that Ayame remembered helping her father craft, selecting the blue irises from amongst the dead, inserting the carved and polished amythest- swept away from examining her outstretched hand. “Seduction isn’t all about sex. Yes, men are stupid. Women are nearly as idiotic, and when someone finds you physically attractive, they’re likely to do anything to get into your bed. Seduction is about making them believe that’s a likely possibility.” Her tongue stroked the plush of her lower lip and the Nightingale smiled slowly, the angle of her head emphasizing the sinuous curve of her neck. It was artfully done- posture, expression, positioning- and even Ayame caught herself gazing over Saville’s body with appreciation. The necromancer paused, knowing full well that the Nightingale’s eyes were silently gloating, and inclined her head.
“Your point is well illustrated, Nightingale.” Slim fingers interlocked and the ring hidden beneath Ayame’s glove pressed against her skin. It was a calming reminder of things to be done, mysteries to be solved, intrigue which was creeping steadily closer despite her detachment. Lifting her chin, the Kurosawa servant moved forward and knelt beside Saville’s chaise.
“Teach, Nightingale.” Ayame’s smile was nearly invisible, ghostly skin shifting minutely, but her tone was wholly respectful. “I attend.”
