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lucrezia essen | tailor | dreamer

[tailordlve]

theblckhole​:

moonshik had always been very overprotective of his siblings, with the exception of viktor, of course. at a masquerade people could easily go unnoticed and get mistaken for others but moonshik could recognize his siblings anywhere. that was why the second he spotted lu next to one of the grisha he frequenly partied with, moonshik left his drink on the table and pushed his way through the crowd to get to her. the moment he got there all he had to do was glance at the man before he turned and around and vanished into the crowd.

had it not been for the presence of his sister he would’ve chased after him. of course he wanted lucrezia to be happy but he knew that she couldn’t possibly find whatever she was looking for next to someone of the likes of the man that had just vanished. 

“i’m going to suggest that you spend your time around people who are actually worthy of you.” a compliment said with a condescending tone, that was the only way he knew how to give them to her. moonshik took a look at his sister, she looked devastated and moonshik made a mental note to find the man after the masquerade was over, just to have a little talk. “come on,” he began as he guided his sister to another area of the ball room. “there’s only on space in this family for one unstable sibling, and i won that tittle fair and square. try and get it together, would you? it’s embarrassing.”

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Lucrezia had been thrilled to see Moonshik, she’d been quite concerned about her brother and his little substance abuse problem. While she would never say anything to their father, she wouldn’t want to break his heart, Lu would do anything to make sure Moon was okay. The look he gave her true love was blistering, and the man retreated without a second glance. In another moment she might have been impressed with him, but now she was just devastated.

“How do you know that he wasn’t? He was so interested in me, what did I do wrong?” Her shoulders hunched over in defeat, she wrapped her arm around her brother’s waist and leaned into him as he directed her to another part of the ball room. “You are not unstable! Don’t say that, you are wonderful.” Lucrezia looked up at him with wide eyes and a soft smile. “I just - I really thought,” she looked down again, then reached out and grabbed a drink from the table next to her.

“Did someone say that?” Lu took a sip of the drink and then winced, “Was it Mischa or Viktor? I’m so sorry I don’t want to upset anyone.”

[tailordlve]

dvndelicns​:

open starter, ft. @ravkastarters​

nothing could make yuliya more happy in a ball than the good food and the good gossip. she learned to appreciate the gossip as a child, when she didn’t understand what the older ladies were saying, but laughed with them nonetheless. the gossips weren’t actually news to yuliya — while she stayed most of her time closed off with only the “volcra” and other healers as her companion, nothing interesting happened on the little palace it seemed. no new couples or break-ups, or the discovering of double agents or accusations of treason. where was the fun of living with a bunch of teenagers if they didn’t do whatever teenagers did ? yuliya wasn’t that old, but on her teenager years she remembered the little palace being boiling with the newest gossips. since she wasn’t having one of the things she enjoyed most on a ball, she searched for the other. the memory of stealing food from her grandfather’s kitchen when he was the one hosting such an event was still fresh on her mind, alongside the giggles that left her mouth while his servants chased her down the corridors. at least, now, yuliya didn’t need to steal the sweets any more — not when they were open, smiling at her to give a try. she couldn’t resist them, taking a medium and dark ball and savouring it. a pleasant smile adorned her features when she noticed the taste of chocolate on her tongue. “ i would recommend this one for you. i don’t know what it is, but it’s amazing. ” with her eyes still examining the sweet on her hand, yuliya offered her advice to whoever was the person standing next to her.  

Lucrezia was still a bit star-struck, even after nearly eight years in the Little Palace and the Grand Palace. She’d grown up with more than enough, love and laughter and family - she wouldn’t change that for the world. But there was a special sort of magic and majesty in the capital that one had to fully experience in order to actually believe. She still found herself in awe of events and nights like these, and Lucrezia sometimes had the unfortunate habit of getting too swept up in this and missing what people set to her.

“What was that?” The tailor blinked slowly, started by a voice beside her. She smiled easily upon recognizing Yuliya, a healer she’d come to admire greatly. While technically they were the same class of Grisha, Lucrezia knew the healer was far more talented than she would ever be - saving lives instead of correcting wrinkles or the appearence of vain royals. But she didn’t mind, really, she was happy with her position and her life. “Oh, thank you! I will have to try it, although I have had far too much to eat already tonight, I don’t think I can manage another bite. Are you having a wonderful evening? You look so beautiful! I haven’t had much time to really look around, the Queen has been so concerned with her figure she’s asked me to stay close. But I am so glad to be here, and I am obsessed with my gown, I never get to wear this color.”

[tailordlve]

when: early on in the night where: the ball who: @theblckhole​

Lucrezia sighed with easy contentment. The man before her was tall, with dreamy grey eyes and a voice like velvet - he leaned in closer as he spoke, placing a hand on the small of her back. The tailor suppressed a shiver of delight. Here it was, her fairy tale ending, complete with a handsome man who might be a prince for all she knew, ready to lead her off into the moonlit gardens where he would surely profess his undying love. Her cheeks flushed prettily under the attention, feeling the warmth of his fingertips pressing against her pale yellow gown. With a small laugh, Lucrezia allowed him to lead her further away from the center of the room, drinking in every sweet word and empty promise.

And then they’d stopped, and a familiar rhythm filled her ears. Lucrezia smiled broadly, thrilled to see her brother and reached out for his hand. “Moon! It’s wonderful to see you, are you enjoying yourself?” She turned to look at the man beside her, “This is my brother, Moonshik, he is an inferni,” she smiled proudly but faltered when her true love retreated, removing his hand from her waist and vanishing back into the crowd. “Wait!” She called, but he was already gone.

With a look of utter devastation, the youngest Essen turned to her brother with wide eyes. “What happened? It was going so well, I thought...”

[tailordlve]

casvist​:

  **   𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑       @ravkastarters​​

                        一   *   𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅   𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓   𝒂𝒏𝒅   𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔   𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈   into   music   were   drowned   by   sharp   gasps   of   breath.   a   long   strand   of   dark   hair   had   escaped   from   her   almost   perfectly   fashioned   bun,   stinging   her   neck   as   she   was   pinning   the   grisha   down.   she   didn’t   need   to   clutch   his   wrist   this   tightly   (  after   all   he   was   unconscious   anyway   ),   but   uncontrollable   rage   and   bitterness   filled   every   fibre   of   her   body,   causing   her   hand   to   tremble   and   the   the   blade   of   her   knife   nicking   his   throat   again.   she   needed   to   finish   this   quickly,   only   one   remaining,   easy,   step   and   she’d   prevent   his   existence   from   becoming   part   of   any   future   memory   ever   again.  

a   cruel   but   divine   task   gifted   to   her,   a   task   she   could’ve   finished   at   this   very   moment,   if   the   slightest   disruption   of   regularity,   wouldn’t   have   prevented   her   from   it.   “uh. ”   she   stared   at   the   other,   as   if   she   was   waiting   for   them   to   run   and   telling   someone   about   what   they’d   witnessed.   “lev   and   i   were   playing…”   she   let   another   moment   pass,   attempting   to   slip   the   knife   into   her   sleeve.   “hide   and   seek...   and   i   might   have   tripped   over   his   unconscious   body.   someone   must   have   attacked   him.   i   think …   ”

~

There was a heady sense of magic in the air, the scene straight out of a fairy tale and Lucrezia was practically glowing with delight. As she was attached to the Queen’s household, the tailor had seen plenty of grand events but always from the sideline. Here, in the little palace, she was finally permitted to be in the middle of the action. Well, mostly - Lucrezia still needed to be close enough in case the Queen or one of her daughters needed her, but the youngest Essen reveled in the new taste of freedom. Her eyes sought out the welcome heartbeats of her siblings - Mischa with his arm around that Heartrender he adored, Lucrezia kept her distance out of respect for his wishes but couldn’t help the sharp ache in her chest from the rejection of her oldest brother. Moon was here too, of course he would be, but at the moment she couldn’t find him. A tiny crease appeared between her brows, concern coloring her perfect features. He could be upset or hurt or worse. For a moment, Lucrezia considered going to her other two siblings and asking one of them to help her check on Moon, but decided against it. She wasn’t a baby anymore, she could look out for him perfectly fine. Besides, she had no wish to get in the middle of another Moon/Vik blowout.

Setting off in the direction of the gardens, Moon did like the maze, Lucrezia had let her mind drift back to the magical possibilities a masked ball held and nearly walked into the figures on the floor. The tailor stopped short, eyes wide with concern. At first she thought they were together, her mind recalling stories from the Queen’s ladies about all of the out of the way places they met their lovers. It was then that she noticed the man’s heart rate was far too low for that kind of activity, and heard the concern in the woman’s voice.

“Saints!” Lucrezia gasped, hesitating for just a moment before reaching a concerned hand towards the woman. “Are you alright? Should I go find a healer? Do you think there’s another attack?!”

[huddyconnie]

Siblings: your only enemy you can’t live without.

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[tailordlve]

@theblckhole

[tailordlve]

[ lucrezia essen ], a [ twenty-two ] year old grisha in the little palace. she is a [ tailor ] and are known in the little palace as the [ innocent ]. they are known to be [ generous ] and [ naive ] and vaguely resemble [ herizen guardiola ].

hello am back with the softest, dumbest baby this side of the true sea <3 baby of the essen sibs and literally just a bundle of sunshine and too much trust, come break her plz & thx

history

Lucrezia Essen was saved from the same sort of traumatic background as her siblings. The youngest child of Edmund Essen was the last adopted, an infant from Novyi Zem. She doesn’t know what happened to her birth parents, nor has she ever been all that interested in finding out. Her life is perfect, Edmund and her siblings the only family she needs. 

As the youngest, Lu was the most sheltered of the group, her older siblings doing everything they could to save her from the heartbreak and pain they’d experienced as unwanted children. She had a happy, chaotic childhood - the sunshine and sweetness of the group, chasing after her siblings on unsteady legs as soon as she could walk. She would do anything for them, even if they don’t always get along or see eye to eye.

Her abilities showed up early, by age five she’d mastered tailoring herself (which was quite useful when one only had a father who was unused to the demands of a vain little girl.) By this time Edmund knew enough about the world of Grisha and the cutthroat politics of the Ravkan court to want to protect Lucrezia from being used so young. He managed to hide her from the examiners until she was fourteen, far longer than any of her grisha siblings.

Upon discovery of a tailor, the examiners immediately took her to the Little Palace where she was handed to the Darkling himself for training. Those first few weeks nearly broke her, and would have if she did not have the support of her siblings. Once he deemed her ready, Lucrezia was gifted to the royal family - the queen and princesses.

Despite all of the fear and pain from being taken from her home and thrust into a messy political situation she did not understand, Lucrezia maintained her sunshine softness and lovely innocence. The royals treated her almost as a pretty pet, a useful tool, but certainly not soemone with great power or a threat. And Lucrezia has never seen herself that way, nor does she mind her somewhat lower status among the grisha of the little palace.

A palace is the setting of all the best fairy tales, and with her dreamy dark eyes and bright, easy smile - Lucrezia truly believes she will find her happily ever after.

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the most trusting dumb baby in the world, literally if you are kind to her or even just not outright cruel - she’s your best friend.

only fears a few people outright, even though she should ABSOLUTELY be a lot more afraid of most people - daciana (who she refers to as mischa’s scary wife), the darkling (she has a sort of awe towards him, and is grateful for his instruction but loyal mostly out of fear), and the king (jeffery bezos has a scary face ok shes Baby)

is quite happy being the pretty pet of the royal ladies, and even though white is a servants color, lu does not mind - red has never really been her color. she favors yellow and once suggested a yellow kefta to the darkling for tailors. he ignored her.

falls in love twice a day, literally if you have held the door for her at one point in time - she probably fell in love with you until she found someone else LOL

plz just break her

[sunniechuu]