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☾ — ⋆ CHARITY CONCESSIONS. / starter

As Maximilien was forced to wedge his elbows together, crammed in between two guests like boardinghouse rats, he could hardly keep his manners polished. It was plain to see all the others were habitué - tenants at Versailles as if it were Rue de Cordeliers. They knew not only the byways of the palace, but how to emulate its very spirit, stretching and dining as though the walls themselves dictated so.

To know these people were a distinct breed was one thing. To witness it in first person, still, dealt quite the blow to one’s consciousness. Had he been an essentialist, he would’ve stated only so much: that right now the fundamentals of what it meant to be Robespierre were being battered at. Distal past and light-footed present, frailties and derelictions, hours spent talking in a half-moon of candles - all were scrutinized. All were questioned.

Is that not what we labor against? The construction that these men and women stand above us, that somehow their very nature styles it so? Is that not, at the crux of things, the most perverse way ideology ingratiates? When it not only governs reality, but morphs it to serve its most immediate—. A clank rang against the thought. That convolution of phrases, so vivid in his mind and gliding across with terrifying fluidity, was brought to a halt. Startled - though he hardly looked it, hardly gave them an inch - Maximilien Robespierre turned to his diner companion. After all, one cannot hypothesize a revolution while your right-side guest nicks a crystal glass.   ‘ Beg your pardon for the lapse. Was there a toast given? ’

Anne Theroigne considered herself, if not a pure intellectual, at least somewhere within the realm of eloquence, but these gilded bilge rats, she had quickly decided, didn’t deserve language so flowery and elegant. Yes, she would smile and flirt for the mere fun of it, but not enough to have these haughty bastards actually believe she liked or even respected them. 

At least the champagne is decent, she thought to herself, if the company cannot be. Crisp, a bit fruity....almost like.....and immediately Anne was taken back to her sultry nights spent enraptured in sweat-glossed arms, ermine rug gently rubbing against her bare back. No doubt about it: this was the same champagne she and the king had sipped back in her courtesan days, back before she had her ideals in order, as she would say, back when- 

This discomforting reminiscence was interrupted by an inquiring by the man sitting beside her, a handsome, intelligent-looking fellow who seemed nonetheless completely out of place. “My apologies, but I wouldn’t know. I was lost in thought at the moment...and I’m guessing that you were as well?” 

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Anne Theroigne: The Facts

- Anne was born in a village in Belgium. The name isn’t important. 

- Anne’s mother died when she was five years old. She was raised by a string of wicked stepmothers, cruel aunts, and grumpy grandparents. 

- Anne has two older brothers, Louis and Joseph. She hasn’t seen them in years, nor her father or anyone from her family. 

- At age sixteen, Anne worked as a governess for the children of one Madame Colbert. They moved to London, and Anne came with them. 

- In London, Anne was attacked and kidnapped by an English soldier who claimed to be in love with her. He dragged her with him to Paris, then grew bored of her, stole her money, and returned to England alone. 

- Broke, alone, and lost, Anne did what she did best- adapt- and became a courtesan. As “Mademoiselle Campinados”, her radiant looks, dazzling wit, and charming nature made her a favorite of many a man in Paris- and in Versailles. 

- That’s right- Anne (as Mlle. Campinados) has been with none other than the king of France himself, Louis Philippe. 

- Only once she became aware of the ideals of the Jacobins and the corruption of the French monarchy did she leave Louis Philippe. Besides, she’s too busy pursuing revolution and a career in the operatic arts to be Mlle. Campinados any longer. 

- She has kept her past as the king’s mistress a secret from her fellow Jacobins, fearing that it, along with her weakness for luxury, may make them turn on or abandon her. 

- This doesn’t mean that Anne is completely going to give up her life of decadence- she just believes that everyone should be allowed to have it, not just those on top. She’ll give up fine perfumes and expensive champagne for now, but she still likes to have the finest satin gowns for her performances, and no one is going to stop Anne from sleeping with whichever man- or woman!- she likes. 

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I am the sea and nobody owns me.

Pippi Longstocking. Dir. Clive A. Smith. (via thequotejournals)

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aphrodite.   laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair,sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers,doves,revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

apollo.   glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ares. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses,curses under their breath.

artemis.  keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes,disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night,lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

athena. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

demeter.   soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls,takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues,pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

dionysus.   drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theater masks, stage productions,  receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

hephaestus. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

hera.   resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

hermes.   devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road trips, folded maps,fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

poseidon.   storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat, their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop,tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

zeus.   thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma,eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face,nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

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