manners maketh man

tasmin delacroix • queen of valencia • traitor. ♕ titaness. divine order. law. custom. [rp account tracking: tasminxregina]

[winterhalters]

It’s strange, isn’t it? How your heart burns… and burns… and suddenly turns to ice.

[tasminxregina]

dionism

@tasminxregina 

    DIONYSUS  SAT  IN  THE  sands  of  the  shoreline,  his  violet  robes  drenched  with  a  mixture  of  salt  water  and  his  own  ichor,  but  he  didn’t  appear  to  be  concerned  with  his  bleeding  wounds  nor  his  haphazard  appearance.  he  simply  stared  out  into  the  ocean  as  if  looking  long  enough  would  allow  him  to  see  the  distant  shores  from  whence  he  came  and  feel  at  home  again.  azure  irises  gleamed  a  brighter  shade  of  blue  in  contrast  to  the  redness  surrounding  them,  a  dolefully  beautiful  result  of  both  the  tears  he  shed  mourning  the  nurse  he’d  just  witnessed  get  butchered  and  the  two  bottles  of  wine  he  drank  to  treat  his  pain. 

          somewhere  up  the  hill,  his  bacchants  were  waiting  from  their  jail  cells  for  their  god  and  leader  to  gather  his  forces  and  fight  the  thracian  king  who  was  responsible  for  all  of  this  ─  just  as  he  did  many  times  before  with  other  rulers  who  showed  just  as  much  hubris  as  lycurgus  ─  except  this  time  dionysus  wasn’t  sure  where  to  find  his  strength  and  sense  of  morale.  thrace  was  only  the  first  kingdom  he  had  approached  after  arriving  in  greece  and  he  didn’t  want  to  imagine  how  many  more  people  he’d  lose  or  how  many  more  obstacles  he’d  have  to  face  if  he  continued  his  mission  throughout  the  rest  of  the  country.  sitting  on  a  beach,  marinating  in  self-pity,  and  drinking  himself  into  oblivion  seemed  like  the  best  course  of  action  as  of  right  now.

              Even in the most stunning parts of this land, a god’s aura stood out in stark contrast; there was no way a it could be mistaken for a trick. Apollo’s sun could not create such a mirage, not even when it met Poseidon’s sea at  this hour of the day. Themis had deliberately chosen to walk over the large bodies of water; the sea was peaceful and desolate compared to the lands filled with mortals and gods weaving their games and treachery. But she wondered too close to land once again, as if she was drawn to the injustice and unruliness of mortals and gods alike. So it was hard to miss Dionysus or pretend like she hadn’t seen him. Themis considered that option for a handful of seconds; surely, it was better to walk away rather than attempt to make sense of the chaos and confusion that usually surrounded the younger god. It was exhausting just to think about it...

                             “You’re usually in a happier mood when you’re drinking, Dionysus.” She commented from afar, her feet grazing the water as she approached him and the scent of strong wine hit her nostrils. The sight of him in that condition was upsetting even for someone as detached as Themis. “What’s gone so horribly wrong?” She asked half expecting to hear some ridiculous reason behind his drunken stupor. All of her siblings’ children were more or less dramatic when it came to their problems.

[tasminxregina]

the prince au :: tasmin x caelan

@thegoldennsickle

She’d have to be deaf not to realise what was being whispered behind her back and blind not to see the looks she and her son received at court. It pained her that such a sweet little thing should be looked at with hostility and suspicion because Arthur was his father. They all seemed to forget that she was his mother and she had stood by Caelan’s side against her husband’s wishes, almost paying with her life for it. But those whispers and looks were there because other whispers reached the newly changed court; whispers of the old king’s son being taken and crowned, whispers of Arthur’s allies gathering around her son to dethrone his uncle. For that reason, Caelan’s allies wanted the child removed; the word alone sent shivers down Tasmin’s back. No one would touch her son. She didn’t want to put him on the throne with another civil war.

Only once the toddler was in trusted hands and under the watchful eyes of her most trusted people did Tasmin dare leave him to seek out the one person who could guarantee her son’s safety within the walls of this castle. The people were only now starting to get used to the new order but for Tasmin had been an easy transition. Since the ball when he revealed himself to the world, he was king again; whether he sat on the throne or not. Some servants still referred to her with her old title but she made an effort to correct them whenever she could. It wasn’t right to hold that title, not when Caelan would need to find a bride. Perhaps she’d even be required to leave court; Edward would be even safer then. The knock on his door is delicate, knuckles clicking on the wooden surface, “It’s Tasmin. May I come in?”

[colette-filo]

Reunion | tasmin&colette

[tasminxregina]

colette-filo

Once she removed the veil and saw Tasmin’s face all the memories started to flood back to her. The day of her execution was perfectly preserved in her mind. She could remember each detail exactly how it happened. Seeing the Titans whisk away Tasmin before her very eyes. Getting left behind again. It didn’t matter then because Tasmin was safe. She had to believe that. She had been ready that day to see someone close to her die. She hadn’t been totally ready for her to be taken like that. Being teased with the idea she was still alive but she couldn’t see her. Until now. Maybe that is why there was a sudden flood of emotions that washed over her. As Tasmin drew closer to her she wrapped her arms around her in an embrace. For moment she swore she was back with Themis, back home. At their real home. But, that wasn’t here. And once Colette opened her eyes back up she was transported back to the reality of where they where.

 “Sorry.” She said softly, not sure how Tasmin would react to that. She quickly let her go and took a step back. “I’m just very happy you are okay. You are okay aren’t you? Are you here to tell me something awful? Are you being held against your will? Are you a prisoner?” The questions just poured out of her, she needed to know why she was here.

The embrace surprised her but even Tasmin had to admit that it was a welcoming gesture. Physical displays of emotion always made her uncomfortable but she could feel Colette’s warmth and genuine joy, and perhaps relief to see her. There was something else, too; something that Tasmin couldn’t quite put her finger around. The younger woman caught her off guard but after a moment of hesitation, Tasmin loosely wrapped one arm around the girl’s shoulders before she pulled back putting some distance between them.

“No need to apologise. It’s nice to know you’ve been missed.” She reassured her with a nod before the onslaught of questions started making her smile slightly. “Breathe, Colette.” She advised surprised that she wasn’t breathless by the end of that string of inquiries. “Yes, I am well. Alive, most importantly, and well. And no, I am not a prisoner. The Titans saved my life and have gone out of their way to keep me safe. You shouldn’t worry about me.” Her safety and wellbeing was now tightly connected to that of the rebels but at least she was alive and for the first time in a long while she could offer some help to pay them back. It’s only fair. “I’m more worried about you. How did you even find yourself in lord Thomus’ household?”

[cleveryoungpatricia-deactivated]

Better Love || Tasmin and Patricia

[tasminxregina]

cleveryoungpatricia

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. I just thought…” She paused, unsure how to comfort her sister, leaving her alone didn’t really seem like the thing to do and talking about her own feeling probably wasn’t the right thing either, as she was mostly overjoyed that she didn’t have to marry Arthur. She had decided that to be married was the worse fate. 

“Perhaps I could read to you,” Patricia tried and then looked at the book in her hand. “No, maybe not,” Sir Thomas Moore was not the sort of thing her sister needed right now. She came further into the room and sat on Tasmin’s bed. “Did you love him?” She asked instead, not that that was the best option either. 

She often wished she could be more open with her emotions and feelings. While words came to her easily, conversations regarding her psyche always felt a little painful even with her sister. That was one of the reasons why she had stayed in her room all day. When she decided to go out and face her family, she would be her normal reserved self with only a hint of sadness instead of this unbearable weight she felt crush her chest.

Tasmin forced the corners of her lips to rise in a tiny smile that disappeared far too quickly. “I wouldn’t have mind.” She added weakly at her sister’s suggestion, even though Patricia almost immediately withdrew it. The sound that left her lips was humorless and cold; the ghost of a chuckle. “Don’t be absurd, Patricia. I had only met him a handful of times but-...” Her voice wavered slightly and she had to clear her throat before she could go on. “But he was... good.”

[tasminxregina]

greek week ::

[tasminxregina]

thegoldennsickle

“Warned me? What warning did you give, when mother asked me to slaughter our father?” He had been alone as a child, the one, small love of Gaia. Mother knew what would become of her son if she asked him to murder her husband; she knew that it would taint his mind with paranoia, deep seeded until she spoke of the prophecy. “I dragged no one, Themis. I did not ask them to fight for me. You see these Olympians and you speak of how just they are, when they curse any who see their faults and throw them down in this hell. The Golden Age is over. Instead, this world will be ruled by spoiled Gods causing storms merely because they could not get their way. Our siblings saw this, knew they would create the world into their own playground.”

His lip curled into a snarl when she spoke of her wish to see their siblings, because she missed them.

“You have no right,” he spat, fingers digging into the palms of his hand. “You chose some merciless form of justice over your family, Themis. You’re one of us no longer. What will you do, I wonder, when these gods go against your order? Will you stand by their side, as you did not do for us?”

“Killing father was the right course of action. The moment you became father was the start of our fall.” At that time her gift of foresight had been too weak to see it, though she is not sure what she could have done to prevent this fate. Knowledge of the future always scared her. What could she change? What should she change? Who should she tell?

“You didn’t ask them to join you and yet you hate me for not fighting at your side. Were they truly given a choice if they wished to not take arms against their nieces and nephews for your barbaric actions?” It hurt every time they accused of siding with the Olympians. She hadn’t. “I never claimed they’re just and righteous. Do not presume to know what is just better than me, brother.”

Lips pressed into a tight line, Themis reminded herself that the reason of her visit was to see her siblings, including Cronus. Quarreling with him solved nothing, other than pain them both but his words felt like sharp knives, selected carefully to cause the most pain.

“I love my family.”

She muttered wincing at the screams of her siblings from the depths of Tartarus. What have I done?

“What do you want me to say, brother?”

[cleveryoungpatricia-deactivated]

Better Love || Tasmin and Patricia

[tasminxregina]

cleveryoungpatricia

@tasminxregina

Patricia had heard the news from the maids when they came into her room at dawn to stoke the fire; she’d heard it from the people on the street, whispers that weren’t anywhere close to quiet; she’d heard it from her mother at breakfast, sniffling frantically; she heard it in her dreams that night, a dark rider in the fog bringing destruction. 

She found Tasmin after breakfast, watching for a moment from the doorway, thumb in a book their parents would smack her upside the head with if they knew she was reading it. “You weren’t at breakfast. Father was worried,” Patricia said instead of “I’m sorry your fiance is dead” or “I’m sorry you have to marry Arthur now, he’s an absolute bastard.” She did smile, though, she thought that might help. 

Tasmin had never been one to lash out or show her emotions publicly, even to her family in the privacy of their chambers. So when the rider came to the Delacroix estate the previous day bearing news of death, she had taken it as calmly as she could. Her demeanour cracked several times but she had blinked back tears and gathered herself before excusing herself to he room for the rest of the afternoon and night.

She had planned to stay there for the entirety of that day too, when Patricia’s voice rang in her ears snapping her out of the daze. Her eyes were red but she had stopped crying hours ago; she didn’t even sleep. “I'm sorry, sister, but I have hardly any appetite.” She whispered turning her head towards the window to hide her face. “I will not miss dinner tonight, I promise. I just need time...”

[bethwoodvilles]

everything elizabeth woodville: 1x01 -  In Love with the King

[bethwoodvilles]

everything edward/elizabeth: 1x01 -  In Love with the King

[faustilsa]

[liverpoolrules]

The White Queen: The Storm (1x03)

[faustilsa]

[cesarelucrezias]

[historyavatars]

Avatars 200x320

Rebecca Ferguson, in The White Queen

[tasminxregina]

natalieshonesty

Natalie listened to her friend and nodded, agreeing, as she spoke. “I may know of a way. It will be a little dangerous, and I should talk to her first about it, but Orena could deliver messages between you and your family. She can be trusted. I trust her with my life.” 

Tasmin knew that what she asked was no easy task. “I’m sure Arthur has done all in its power to keep them from helping me in any way. So it will be dangerous.” The queen nodded at Natalie’s reassurances. This task was important not only to Tasmin but also to the cause, which her friend has supported ever since the Titans appeared.”If Orena does manage to reach them, no one must know or else my parents’ and my sister’s lives will be in danger.”

[colette-filo]

Reunion | tasmin&colette

[tasminxregina]

colette-filo

As she approached the spot she was over come with a strong sense of deja vu. She had been here not to long ago where she had met a veiled woman. The gears in her head began to click into place as she realized who she had the conversation with. Who had been under that veil the whole time. It should have been so obvious for her. The voice at least should have given it away to her, not to mention the questions the woman was asking her. But she had been distracted enough that she hadn’t connected the dots until right now. Now, as she walked towards the meeting spot. It confirmed that this was Tasmin, if not it was someone who had Tasmin. She felt her heartbeat pick up as she saw a figure in the distance. It was now or never and Tasmin needed her, so she continued to approach.

As the figure called out to her, a chill ran down her spine. The same voice. The voice of the veiled woman, the voice of Tasmin, of Themis. She quickly removed her hood, so she could see her face. She needed to know she was right. That Tasmin, a woman who she thought she was going to see killed in front of her eyes, was alive and only a few feet in front of her. “Tasmin?” she called out, hopefully it was her.

There was a bitter taste of guilt at seeing the cloaked figure approach her. The queen knew that Colette wouldn’t abandon her in her time of need. The young woman was there when the queen was accused of treason and locked away up to the moment they led her up to the raised stage for her execution. Colette had more than repaid her for saving her from the dungeons; Tasmin had no right to ask her of anything. And yet here they were.

When Colette revealed her face and called out to her, the corner of Tasmin’s lips curled in a small smile behind her own veil. She stepped forward, now that she was absolutely certain of who the figure was. Her fingers went to the cloth that hid her identity for so long and she peeled it off pulling back the hood that hid her dark brown hair. “Colette.” Tasmin said with a soft nod, still walking towards her former lady-in-waiting. “I’m sorry for all the secrecy but there’s no other way, I’m afraid. Are you well?”

[tasminxregina]

prophetess-oftroy

Clarissa could only sigh in reply. It was hard not being seen or recognized, apparently. “Yes, that is me. Clarissa Melborne. I have seen a great deal of things, all of them came true, yet people still cease to believe me. Which is another reason why I drink. Alcohol doesn’t ask questions, it doesn’t judge me, or blame me, or ridicule me.”

Tasmin could tell that the woman’s identity was a burden on her shoulders. The queen could definitely relate to that feeling. “My name is Elaine.” She lied again. “Perhaps they’re scared of what you see. Not everyone likes being told what the future holds, especially if it’s nothing pleasant.”