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“And how are they on coin?” the woman questioned with delighted conspiracy as they exited the sick room. “I hope you pay them well.”
‘’They’re paid very well. More then in other noble house I’d say.’’ Tamara answered to girl with a honest voice.
Dunya eyed her with a playful squint before her eyes flickered over the gardens again. “Maybe you’re right.” Dunya murmured, “I would have never guessed you of all people would be someone who’d appreciate different.” Dunya commented as she let one hand hover above teh surface of the cool water, her fingers tracing aimless shapes.
Tamara looked down at her sister for a moment, then she slowly let out a breath, a soft smile crossing her face . ‘’ They say that change is good for the soul, ‘’ She paused, her eyes now fixed on the garden before them, ‘’In my case. I think they were right.’’
“Oh,” Dunya laughed when she recognized her sister’s silhouette in the darkening hue, “Have you finally decided to leave that castle? As beautiful as it is it compares not to our estate. It’s too…closed.” Dunya moved back towards her seat but found her comfort on the ledge of the fountain, close to the cool water that barely touched her arm.
Tamara smiled and moved forward to sit next to her sister. ‘’Is that your way to tell me I don’t get out too much,’’ She said in a teasing voice, ‘’I like it here more. It’s different a good different.’’ In truth their estate held so many bad memories to Tamara. It wasn’t her favorite place. ‘’With so many gardens around, I’m sure you’ll feel like you’re at home in no time.’’
Dunya was sitting close to the fountains within the gardens, a book cradled between nimble fingers as she eyed the inked words with languid interest. Her wide emeralds cruised along the horizons of the greenery surrounding her, before she tucked the bookmark between the pages and stood up when her eyes caught a sort of movement she was not familiar with. The twilight was setting in as the night brought in a new flat of the ebony sky, ornate with stars that glowed softly in the summer breeze. “—Do tell my sister I won’t be attending dinner. I much rather enjoy reading under free skies.” She called out after who she assumed was a maid sent to call her inside.
At sunset, after finishing all her duties, Tamara slipped from her room down the narrow hall and off to the side where Dunya’s room was. Upon reaching the door a maid told her Dunya was out again. With a small sigh, Tamara walked through the guarded corridor and out in the gardens. It usually took Tamara an hour to find her; but not this time- this time she knew where to look. ‘’Hm, are you sure?’’ She mused, ‘’ She will not be very pleased.’’
She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.
Holly Black (via quotemadness)
“That’s not how it’s put, my darling, that is how it is. Thankfully, I happen to be fantastic liar or I’d be dead in a ditch long ago.”
The redhead moved to wipe her bloodied hands off on an errant rag, then rinsing the leftover pink away with nearby water. It was hardly clean but it removed the stains and she inspected her skin for smudges missed. Finding none, Anfisa caught the Duchess by the arm, leading her away from the dying and sickly.
“Come, we must take some air and mayhap you can tell me of these young men. If you’ve noticed them at all. If not, we shall chat about nothing and forget this horrible place for a few moments.”
‘’Thank God for that,’’ Tamara said quietly.
By now they were already walking together, it happened so naturally, without her noticing it. ‘’As far as I know they are young and good looking. The one I noticed was very handsome.’’
Though pain was his stalwart friend and exhaustion a close companion, Borislav succeeded in his demands to be propped up near the large set of windows of his rooms.
His attention waned easily as he drifted in and out of consciousness, resting for hours upon end. Visitors were few and the presence of a good drink completely absent; aching for company left the still feverish young man to insist he at least be able to see the outside.
“Isn’t it lovely?” he murmured tiredly.
Tamara walked along the path to the flower garden with a ball of yarn and knitting needles in her hands. Crossing to the other side, she stepped over pansies and daisies to get to her favorite stone bench under the arbor, but she found it already occupied. ‘’ Yes, quite nice,’’ The duchess responded as she listened to the song of the birds.
Solitude — that most precious commodity to Viktor, for it allowed him to think — was nigh impossible to truly procure with Kaborg’s four walls, without interruption from those most pestilent aspects of courtly life. On providential occasions, there was blessed peace to be found in the grounds…but this, quite obviously, was not one. The Prince’s cool gaze fell upon his companion, expression eternally sphinxlike. “ — Good morrow.”
Tamara was looking outside of her window, she wanted to go outside and get some fresh air, she felt like she was trapped in the room. With her cloak wrapped around her, she stepped outside, smiling as she felt the wind flowing through her hair. The scent of jasmine filled the air and softened early morning sounds – buzzing insects amidst wet mists and dripping leaves, the dawn voices of myriad birds, their calls overlapping and interacting . It was all so peaceful, she thought dreamily, so peaceful. However, a sudden voice pulled her back to reality from her daydreams and she looked up, her eyes softening at the recognition of her cousin. ‘’ Vitya,’’ The duchess called in a soft voice, as she approached him, ‘’ What are you doing here? ’’
“ Very rare indeed and with the passing storm, most welcomed.” The countess responded with a courteous simper before inclining her features towards the warming rays, Viktoriya had long awaited the turn of the bitterness which had shrouded not only the formative years of her life, but also Kaborg. “ I do not believe I’ve had the pleasure before. Countess Viktoriya Apraksin.”
Tamara turned her face slightly to the warm sun, all the while listening to woman before her. ‘’It’s pleasure to meet you, Countess Viktoriya. I’m Tamara, Duchess of Rozanov.’’ The duchess said, her eyes returning to Viktoriya.
Viktoriya, for as long as her memory had served, always found the utmost peace when taking a turn about a garden. It didn’t matter where, or whether or not she had company, in fact most days she simply relished in the solitude - a solitude which nurtured her in her youth, caressed and moulded akin to a mothers touch and now Viktoriya thrived of it. Though as she turned a corner, the young Countess saw the death of her desire as unyielding emerald hues slipped upon another figure. “ Tis a pleasant day - would one not agree? ”
After finishing a breakfast, she decided to take a walk in the garden. The garden was empty, however, and she enjoyed her walk among the meandering paths that led to little surprises of special arrangements of flowers, statuettes, and miniature waterfalls.
But then as she turned to the corner she came face to face with another person, ‘’ It certainly is- very rare for this time of year.’’
“You mean the life of enticing men, some handsome, some ghastly, into my bed, taking them between my legs for a bit of coin? Lying at how fantastic they are? What a God-sent gift?”
Anfisa curled her fingers into the fabric at her stomach, moaning lowly and quietly for only her friend to hear, eyelashes fluttering closed in fabricated pleasure.
Just as quickly as the expression came, it was gone, a skeptical look replacing it. “That one? It’s not so bad, if I’m being perfectly honest. Especially if any of your guard are cute.” The redhead sent her friend a lively wink.
‘’Well...when you put it like that...'’ Tamara trailed off, a perplexed line coming between her expressive eyes.
The duchess followed Anfisa’s gaze, finding strangely this whole situation amusing. ‘’I’ve never noticed their looks, but you’re welcome to inspect. However, as I recall a few younger ones has joined me on my travels. Perhaps they would be at your liking.’’
CALCITE: your muse’s social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)
Tamara never hasreally been a very talkative person at all. Some might even consider her slightly introverted. She enjoys reading and writing more than going out to a party, but that doesn't mean that she doesn't enjoy conversations. She does enjoy in a good conversation, but sometimes tends to listen more than she speaks.
GOLD: your muse’s financial situation
Romanov’s family is rich one, not as much as Tamara’s cousin Viktor, but their financial situation is comfortable.
MOTHER OF PEARL: if your muse tends to lift people up or bring them down
Despite all hardship in her life, Tamara is still hopeful, bright person. She tends to help everyone, and to lift their spirits.
Karina nodded solemnly, taking in every word the woman spoke. “I will do as you suggest, my lady.” She stroked the creature in her arms, allowing a smile to spread across her features as it began to purr. “I do, actually. A kind servant gave me the suggestion. It’s name is Снежок .”
Tamara looked down at furry white cat. It purred softly as it lay peacefully in girl’s hands. ‘’I think the name is quite becoming.’’ The duchess said, allowing a soft smile to spread over her face.
