SATISFIED !

' i love my sister more than anything in this life ! i will choose her happiness over mine every time ! '

[vivirwin]

freddievalence‌:

the outdoors had always spoken to freddie. they were his first friend in childhood, as he had spent much more time playing in the woods near the old valence family home than he had indoors studying. this morning, he had not been able to fight the urge to explore the grounds a bit, though he had made sure to bundle up, as it was quite cold outside. as he approached the pond, he noticed a young woman sitting by it. it surprised him, given the weather and the time. “are you alright, miss?” he asked, wondering for a moment if perhaps something had happened to cause her distress. 

vivian spent most of her childhood chasing after her sisters. all of which had a habit of exploring the grounds and getting themselves into trouble. eliza especially could be found up in a tree or wading int eh pond. and of course, vivian was always the one to go after her to make sure she was alright. wherever her sisters went vivian followed. now that they were capable of taking car eof themselves vivian found herself returning to place such as this where she used to watch over them. spooked by the sudden voice, she flinched and turned. then embarrassed by her sudden reaction, she attempted to play it off with a bashful smile. “quite alright, thank you. i just enjoy quiet mornings is all. my household is often frightfully lively at all times of day and night so i retreat here.” 

[vivirwin]

autmnrcse‌:

rising before the dawn , her morning starts before the sunlight even had the chance . not that the sun would be making an appearance on this cold morn . gloomy and cold . beginning the start of the day’s chores by placing her cloak on her shoulders . the chill grasping within her bones as she stepping into the frigid air . reaching for the firewood , yet , her eyes resting on the outline of a figure in the distance . close enough to recognize one of her sisters at the very least . neglecting her chore , furthering her steps to interject upon the other . vivian , the only elder sister she would ever need . “ sister . “ a cheer in her step , only faltering as she saw the state her sister was in . “ you’re absolutely frozen . “ taking the other’s hands in her grasps , attempting to warm them . “ come inside and help me start the morning fire … ? “

the chill in the air hung on her features, making her cheekbones and ears fall numb. in the cold she felt like less of herself, not intricate or confused anymore. merely a living body shaking and desperate but with a core of warmth seeking to find itself elsewhere. there was something wonderfully simple in that inherent animal desire to stay alive. at her sister’s voice she stirred, naturally smiling at the sound. she turned and said, “good morning nettie, i’m sorry if i am the reason you trudged out here into the cold,” accepting her sister’s hand she felt the warmth radiate through her dainty fingers. at her sister request she nodded. there was something illuminating about the prospect of housework. it was a purposeful act and one that felt worthwhile, “i’d be glad to. it’s uncharacteristically cold this spring.”

[vivirwin]

merchcnts‌:

What had begun as a late night stroll had morphed into an early morning dalliance as Meredith watched the rays of sun slowly peek above the pond water. Blanket draped carelessly around her shoulders, Meredith made notice of Vivian as she passed by the bench where Meredith had been seated. “It’s terribly peaceful, isn’t it?” Meredith mused, breaking the silence in the air. Her silver tongue could only handle so much serenity at a time.

Vivian was jarred out of her early morning trance by the words and had to take a moment to pull herself into a mindset of sociability. She smiled politely and said, “Quite so. I hope it is not too dismal of me to say  But sometimes, when the world is so quiet, I feel as if I am the only person alive. As if the world has ended around me and all that is left is the elements. It’s an isolating feeling and yet one I seek out more often than I’d like to admit,” she sighed, “You must think I’m terribly nihilistic for wishing for the end of times.” 

[vivirwin]

valencexwill‌:

There was a poignancy to her words that stopped Will before he actually came too close; the woman didn’t turn and Will kept back a bit, not wanting to interrupt her reverie- it seemed like too much of an intrusion to get too close. “Sometimes it’s hard too tell which has changed more, the person or the home. In that way maybe the mist and the water are both the culprits, the mist too insubstantial to take hold anymore while the water is a barrier, more solid than one would think. The mist knows that if it could just reach far enough, just scrape the surface maybe it could come home, but it’s never close enough.” He wondered if the girl knew much about returning home from elsewhere- he certainly had his fill in the past months. 

She finally turned her head to look up at him, offering a soft smile laced with melancholy, “I’ve never thought of it that way. My home never seems to change. While my family grows older our dynamic has not wavered. Although I suspect it will soon as my sisters get married or begin to travel and set out on their own. Do you think it’s possible that the mist might become one with the water again? Or is that tantalizing hovering it’s curse forever?” Vivian’s anxieties regarding her recent engagement were at an all time high. She feared the chance that once her vows were said she would no longer be one of the Irwin daughters and the simple joys she known would all but fade away. 

[vivirwin]

                               “ I know my sister like I know my own mind. ” 

(bella heathcote, she/her) You saw them through the window, and your sure it was [VIVIAN IRWIN]. They are [THIRTY] and are [ENGAGED]. Currently, they are staying at the [IRWIN] house. They are known to be [MATERNAL] & [INSECURE]. They are staying at the house because [ THEY ARE ONE OF THE IRWIN DAUGHTERS ]. (kay, she/her. pst)

Vivian wants to be a sailor, or at least she wants to get on a ship and explore the seven seas. She grew up reading storybooks with pirate tales. So she always dreamed of far off lands where everything is more dangerous and wild. Vivian is really fascinated with the idea of getting on a trading ship and going to places like India. But she knows she’ll likely never go further than New York. 

Vivian is the oldest which means she must marry up. She has always felt like there was a pressure on her to marry someone rich. For some reason she can’t explain she always imagined that man as someone old and mean. Probably because of all the stories she’d heard. She never really fathomed a life where she could have a husband and be happy. 

Vivian has done her best to keep herself away from scandal. Part of that process means that she never really left the house. She especially never left the house without her mother or sisters beside her. Vivian hardly ever gets any alone time but she thinks that’s best because it stops her from thinking to much or being lured into trouble. 

Vivian loves to dance. She will take any opportunity to drag her sisters to town hall for a shindig. She loves the romance and energy of it all. She’s not a very good dancer but she makes up for it with enthusiasm. 

Vivian spends most of her spare time helping her mother. Vivian gets anxious if things are too messy or out of place and with a household so big and lively it gets cluttered easily. So Viv is often the one to pick up after everybody. It’s a eldest sister instinct. 

Vivian is afraid of marriage. Mostly due to the fact that she doesn’t want to leave her sisters. The thought of going off to live in another house feels like she’s abandoning them. But the fact that she’s engaged to someone who lives close enough that she can see the house through the window is some relief. Granted, she’s been thinking about how he could decide that they’ll move away and she wouldn’t be able to argue. 

[vivirwin]

valencexwill‌:

William had risen before his brothers, before most of the household other than the staff had even bothered to stir from their beds. His sons cries had spurred him on that morning. Though the nurse had managed the boy during the night’s hours, she had gone to get some rest herself, leaving William to pretend that he was paternal. Eventually he’d gotten his son back to sleep, but he had been too alert to rest himself. Instead, he’d chosen to go on a walk around the grounds when he saw a figure sitting in the mist. At first, he imagined that he was bearing witness to some kind of beautiful spectre, but he soon saw it was a woman. “I’ve always liked the way mist catches on water,” he murmured.

Vivian was no stranger to unwanted responsibilities. Sometimes she wondered if she could run off into the forest and escape from it all. She knew she’d probably perish in a matter of days but sometimes her legs ached for new ground underfoot. She wanted to sail the cold, dark ocean. But she would have to settle for staring out over a pond. She twitched slightly at the sound of the voice, her shoulders tensing up and rising in a instinctive hunch. But she didn’t look back at the newcomer even though she knew that was rude. “It’s sort of reminder me of going home after being away so long that you’ve changed. The mist wants to be water again but it doesn’t know how. So it just lingers.” 

[vivirwin]

OPEN

on cool misty morning’s like this one she could be found sitting out by the pond. the dew crept at the hem of her dress. she’d forgotten her gloves so her fingers numb. listening to the trees rustle in the breeze she looked out over the glistening water which reflected the gray sky. vivian would never dare admit her melancholy to her family, so in the moments of silence outside of the house she could let the facade of her smile fall. 

[robertmitchum]

FUNNY FACE dir. Stanley Donen 

[dearemma]