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starter for : @dreadbuilt

it’s true, lorelei was no spy, but she could occasionally determine when to keep a secret. for instance— when it concerned her employer. they were the last person who needed to know of lorelei’s budding interest in poisonous plants— need they decide to inquire further about her intentions with said plants. besides, she finds lady aurora far more interesting in this regard. when aurora speaks to lorelei, it never goes in one ear and through the other— she somehow manages to summon her utmost attention each and every time. even when she’s in one of those grouchy spells and rather not bother with her incessant questioning.  over time, lorelei is able to locate the herbologist with more and more ease, with today being her fastest attempt yet. “good afternoon, aurora,” she announces with an misleading urgency, considering the nature of her request. “are you occupied right now? if so, with what, might i ask?” perhaps she’d learn something new today. 

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JODIE TURNER-SMITH on The Kelly Clarkson Show

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the library rapidly becomes one of jayesh’s preferred places to write. the way the sunlight cascaded through the windows fell perfectly across the tables and unfathomably tall bookshelves. they’d been better suited to work during a sunlit day than a candlelit evening— perhaps that was merely their solarui disposition shining through.

a voice akin to a melody lures jayesh out of his contemplations. recognition illuminates his expression— he looks to lady lunala with a smile of appreciation. “how gracious of you, lady lunala,” jayesh says with a slight bow of his head, carefully approaching, attempting to not appear too urgent. “i’d be delighted to keep you company.” he indulges her in her offer of tea, carefully filling a cup, and finding it to be lukewarm at best. no need to inform the lady of that, though— not when she herself had been so warm and gracious in her offer. for her, they’d happily sip lukewarm tea.

“what brings you to the library on this lovely day?”

starter for : open to four replies . location : library in bran castle .

" would you like to take a seat ? " nestled in a far corner , seats and table arranged to be just under the rays of the sun , her attention shifts to them for the briefest of moments . a far cry different from what she'd expected for the festivities to entail yet she'd come to enjoy the quiet that the library offered while the world remained loud beyond the walls . a begrudging thing to have to admit to her brother later that he'd been right in his insistence for her to be there ( close enough for him to find should something else occur ) . " i've no idea if the tea is still warm or not , but you're welcome to some . "

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lorelei is hard at work with a certain side project when she stumble across who could only be the king’s cousin hard at work a training session. according to the book she’d stolen, a particular plant she’d needed grew in the surrounding era. by the time the lieutenant captures her attention, she’d still been wholly unsuccessful in her search. what she doesn’t expect is how easily they’d spot her, nor does she expect the blade to be leveled in her direction. lorelei gulps, careful not to make any sudden movements, fearing she may accidentally collide with the sword.

“my business?” she echoes with a dumbfounded, blushing expression. “my business… is with the plants. my most sincerest apologies for interrupting your training session.” her head lowers in deference.

OPEN STARTER, ( 0 / 5 ) bran keep, training yard

they suppose it is a telling thing to note where their sympathies lie after the attempt on their cousin's life. they suppose they should care just a little more than they do, but the truth was that isolde was already preparing for the worst. only those who have seen the gruesome effects of battle and blood spilled know the beginnings of a war when they see one, and this was one that isolde had been waiting for most of their life. the sweat collects on their brow the more force they use, their sword leaving indents with little wooden carvings falling around them as though it were a real enemy and not just a wooden dummy. their senses hone in on the crunch of leaves behind them and in a moment their sword raises and their body shifts to face the newcomer, tip of the blade pointed right at their chest with a precision that only comes with hours of training and dedication of a warrior.

"state your business."

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lorelei studies the strange man, presently undetected, from the slightly ajar bedchamber door. she was meant to be en route to the head gardener, but the events unfolding before her ensnared her attention. the man before her is a storybook sort of handsome, one no stranger to honeyed declarations and stolen embraces, based on the subject of his words. while it was theia she’d been meant to focus on, she must consider whether or not what she’s witnessing will come in handy at some future moment. perhaps she’d stumbled across the embrace of secret lovers… 

quickly deciding on a course of action, lorelei slowly pushes the door wide open with lowered eyes, giving the pair ample time to make themselves decent if need be. “excuse me, sir,” she announces with her eyes still lowered— but raised just enough to memorize the faces of the lovers before her. “but i wanted to notify you that your bedchamber door is open.” she stands there sort of idly, realizing she hadn’t come up with a plan past this point. “i would’ve closed it myself, but er… i didn’t want you to believe you were in the company of a door closing specter of sorts.” 

OPEN TO: everyone ! LOCATION: sir thayer verkon's bedchambers, the bran keep, coňstanja, valanya.

“I'm not quite convinced anymore. You may lead me to believe you are protecting hearts over integrity," Thayer whispers, the shape of his kiss on pursed lips is butchered to this challenge. Surely he's caught them this time, whether it be to study their tenderness or exploit the opportunity to reveal something so clandestine. "Are you going to betray me, kiss me, or kill me— and is there a difference?” His gaze turns to their eyes, trying to find the truth rusted into their irises as he doubts it was ever there at all. The only thing worse than entitlement was power, and that is the woe of any act with those carrying enough grace to walk these halls. He’s mindful of his breath and the one he is willing to take from the other with a kiss, or to sell it off as consequence of their confession. It is torment to start such duels and be forced to let another fight the war, but this is his place. He asks softly, insistent on preserving the delicacy of the moment despite the rattle of the bedchamber door, “Then this will be my last confession, won’t it?”

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morana takes in the woman before her with a languorous, assessing gaze— from her head to her toe— from the tip of her sword to it’s finely crafted handle. admiration contorts her mouth into an appreciative smile. they enjoyed karine best in this state— the karine who’d have your head without a second thought. 

“it’s only me, rine,” morana announces, emerging out of the shadows, the dim lighting revealing her identity. “but surely, you’d known that already.” they bridge the gap between them, eyes never departing from karine’s own. a hand snakes around her waist, lips hovering over the commander’s as if preparing for a kiss, but at the last moment, her lips connect with cold metal of her sword. “it is you i have business with, commander.”

WHO: Karine Dragova & OPEN WHERE: Outside the King's chambers

The word family felt foreign on the princess's tongue. The memory of her childhood remained hazy at best, with each sibling remaining a blurred vision in her mind. How many times had she fallen into their arms after a long day of training? Once? Never? Familial love was a dull ember sealed deeply within her chest, but it burned nonetheless. Perhaps that slight flicker, that light flame, was the reason why she found herself standing outside her brother's chambers.

Her hand lay tight-gripped on the handle to her brother's space, as if a force tethered her to the other side of the door. She hesitated, reluctant to see one of her own in such a sad state, but knew she'd have to endure the sight eventually. Luckily, the sound of footsteps approaching gave her an excuse to avoid the inevitable a bit longer.

"The king is not accepting visitors at the moment." She snapped, hand unsheathing her sword before the interrupter could respond. "I suggest you turn around now, or else I'll be forced to shed your blood all over the hallway."

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the sun did not rise and set without theia formerly andersen crossing lorelei’s mind. in those moments, cross is an understatement at best, for it was more akin to a gnawing. how easily she’d purged herself of the andersen man and all familial associations. all it takes is a few weeks (for who would remember to mourn the son of a lesser noble family?) and it’s as if her brother never existed.

but theia barbu could not be allowed to forget so easily. the broken fragments of lorelei’s heart left her with embittered, sharpened edges— one she’d desperately attempt to catch theia upon. she’s ensure how just yet… and in the meantime, following the woman like a cloud of gnats would suffice. harmless, but worthy of inspiring deep loathing— she couldn’t name a single person she knew who liked gnats, after all.

when theia finally spots her, lorelei halts in her place, gazing at the woman with a stupefied glance. she’s offended at the automatic assumption that she’s following her— was it not completely out of the realm that lorelei had better things to be doing? “lady theia,” lorelei declares behind gritted teeth forced into a cordial smile. “i was merely in search of some materials for work when i spotted you.” she tilts her head in mock innocence. “you just move so fast— i could hardly keep up!” 

CLOSED STARTER, @cavaecor + lorelei. the market of mircea, midday.

bran keep had begun to feel stuffy. the walls were grander than any palace theia had ever been in and yet she felt as if they were closing in on her. she missed fresh air, the cool breeze mixed with the warmth of the sun. the coldness felt oppressive here, at least in targa lune it was somewhat bearable. regardless, she takes to the market, her lungs breathing something other than the stale air of a palace whose halls never knew the joy of children's laughter or the warmth of a mother's love. the small handmade trinkets and smell of warm bread filling her senses easing her nerves already -- but from the corner of her eye, she'd noticed a girl. a noble girl, one she'd never forget, not when they used to share a last name before -- well. theia went about her stroll, pretending not to notice lorelei trailing her until she'd deliberately bumped into the girl. "if you're going to follow someone, you should make sure your footsteps aren't as loud as a horse's, hm?" she chastised, raising a brow. "what brings you out here, lady Anderson?"

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CONCHITA CLOSSON ↴ The Buccaneers | Women or Wives ( 1.02 )

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wasn’t that jayesh adani  walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the playwright out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously impractical whilst also managing to be quite perceptive. the thirty one year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves are divine ( solarui ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of wielding the dual hand of life and death, tales of corruption carefully woven beneath beautified words, wine induced late nights spent in creative fervor, and an undeniable fire carried for what's right.

STATS

FULL NAME : jayesh adani AGE : thirty-one GENDER / PRONOUNS : demi man / he/they ORIENTATION : bisexual OCCUPATION : playwright FAMILY : hayan adani (father), sachin adani (mother), praveen adani (younger sister), henik adani (younger brother), rian adani (younger brother) FACECLAIM : dev patel INSPIRATION : baby (baby driver), wes gibbins (how to get away with murder), christian (moulin rogue!), william shakespeare  TRAITS: positive (charming, romantic, imaginative, gallant, generous, personable, empathetic, vivacous, witty) / negetive (escapist, frivilous, hedonistic, hesistant, provacative, troublesome, vindicitive)

ABOUT

the adani family manages to make just enough to get by— one of thousands of families who never regained their former prosperity prior to the famine. the bulk of jayesh’s youth is spent with his nose in a book or helping tend to his family’s farm. he attends school when he’s able too, but constantly finds himself having to neglect it in order to assist his parents on the farm. his solarui abilities are often all that keeps his family afloat in the bleak region of brailya.

jayesh is a lover of all the arts, but it is the written form that ignites his passion. since a child, all jayesh has ever needed to keep themself occupied are a pen and parchment. he dabbles in various genres, ultimately dedicating his time to writing plays (alongside his new hobby of pursuing lovers). 

if his disdain for the crown laid mostly dormant the majority of his upbringing, too occupied with the quotidian aspects of life to contemplate it further, then it is wholly awakened during his time spent in the divine army. it is there he becomes wholly disillusioned with the crown— unsure of how to move forward, but understanding that standing on the sideline is no longer an option.

jayesh departs once his time is complete, continuing write as he did before, and eventually putting on his first successful production. with time, the popularity of his plays grow. it’s enough for him to make a living while assisting his parents, but it’s an invitation coňstanja that changes everything.

now a renowned artist, jayesh is invited to  coňstanja to put on plays for the royal families and other nobility. they inspire admiration at every turn, a performer at heart, despite being a playwright by trade. but that’s all it is to it, isn’t it? a performance. for jayesh despises every single one of them.

their ability to disguise their disdain for them decreases with each passing moment. the rumors of jayesh’s productions possessing anti-crown thematics are rumors at best for now, but jayesh understands they possess the power to make them fact. 

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wasn’t that lorelei andersen walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the gardener and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously talentless whilst also managing to be quite determined. the twenty-six year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves are not divine. it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of a gracious heart sullied by an infatuation with revenge, a sisyphean resistance to your own ineptitude, and the growing suspicion that you’re in over your head. 

STATS

FULL NAME : lorelei edelweiss quintessa andersen  AGE : twenty-six GENDER / PRONOUNS : cis woman / she/her ORIENTATION : lesbian OCCUPATION : gardener  FAMILY : quintessa andersen, luthor andersen (father), percival andersen (older brother ☠️) FACECLAIM : alisha boe INSPIRATION : love quinn (you), misa amane (death note), tokio (money heist), hanna marin  (pretty little liars),  TRAITS : positive (determined, daring, creative, fun-loving, intuitive, passionate, sentimental, persuasive, protective) / negative (aimless, childish, cowardly, destructive, devious, dogmatic, foolish)

ABOUT

lorelei andersen is born to a family of lesser noble standing— well off enough that the family is accustomed to luxury, but nothing noteworthy enough to be recorded in history books. neither of her parents are divine, so when her brother is born, the first born solarui son— he becomes the light of their lives. after all, it is the planets that orbit the sun. 

she grows to adore him all the same, and despite their rather significant age gap, the pair are inseparable. lorelei follows her brother around and is often likened to his shadow. hijinks find them constantly, the two having endless fun around their family’s manor.

when lorelei’s brother enters the service, she’s sad, angry, and most of— bored. sad because he isn’t there, angry that he made her feel this way (an anger misplaced at best), and bored without her brother to entertain her. 

she’s not particularly good anything. a mundane second daughter who need not aspire to anything else, because her golden boy eldest brother had those bases covered alreeady. there was never any resentment toward her brother— if there weren’t people like her, people average, and not particularly good at anything, then how could others ever hope to be exceptional?

when your brother returns from the army, lorelei immediately notices this difference. she’s changed some, but he’s changed immensely. colder now, and with little time for their childish hijinks any longer. a difficult pill to swallow, but one she hasn’t a choice in doing. 

his engagement to a noblewoman of similar standing comes as little surprise. when she meets her, she decided it was marriage doomed to fail— though how it would reach such failure evaded her. insipid men like her brother did not last long with women like theia. he’s none the wiser to this— an ignorance that only serves as confirmation to lorelei’s suspicions. 

yes, it’s true she suspected he wouldn’t last— but the news of her brother’s death is still unexpected. especially so soon. they’d only been married a year or so, after all. and he’d been dead. the pillar of the andersens is deceased, leaving the remaining members uprooted. her parents are ghosts of their former selves. as time passes, lorelei understands this is a void she’s  incapable of filling.

the rumors are impossible to ignore. even without official confirmation of such, lorelei believes her brother’s death to be theia’s doing. she knows she can’t prove it— only her life in exchange for her brother’s will suffice. an eye for an eye.  

it’s easy to convince her parents to let her live coňstanja as a gardener, after all, she’s sure her former sister in law wouldn’t mind keeping an eye on her— with little to know knowledge that she intended to do the same to her. for lorelei edelweiss quintessa andersen would avenge her older brother at any and all costs. for, revenge was not an art one had to be exceptional in— merely good enough to get by. 

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wasn’t that morana salvador walking the cobbled roads of coňstanja? it’s nice to see the master assassin and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they are notoriously cruel whilst also managing to be quite scrupulous. the forty year old is eager to explore bran keep. i heard that they themselves are divine ( salvator ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of wielding the dual hand of life and death, an insatiable desire for dominion, and a master of tongue spun webs. 

STATS

FULL NAME : morana salvador ALIAS(ES) : our lady of light and shadow  AGE : forty GENDER / PRONOUNS : demi woman / she/they ORIENTATION : bisexual OCCUPATION : master assassin  FAMILY : █████ , █████ , █████ , █████ , █████ FACECLAIM : jodie turner smith INSPIRATION : lorraine broughton (atomic blonde), elizabeth jennings (the americans), maeve millay (westworld), olivia pope (scandal)  TRAITS : positive (observant, realistic, charismatic, adaptable, methodical. ambitious, scrupulous) / negative (cruel, arrogant, deceitful, critical, obsessive, power-hungry, stubborn)

ABOUT

the final █████ child did their part in being born divine— though morana’s parents desired nor expected them to be born a salvator. a solarui mother and infern father resulted in one solarui, two infern, and morana- the single salvator child. 

the path of a medic was laid out before her, and one proven to be unsatisfactory at every turn. from a practical standpoint, morana understood, but every other part of her being rebelled. 

in actuality, the influence morana sought always existed within their reach. healing serves as a form of information extraction. morana finds the enemy especially willing to share information in exchange for relief. even more so, she’d argue when lobbying for her moving units, when continuously brought on the brink of life and death.

it’s a careful balance to be struck, one rightfully earning morana the nickname our lady of light and shadow. a reputation that proceeded itself. her chameleonic nature alongside an optimal hit record garners the attention of the higher ups.

now, morana sits atop the assassin throne, an unexpected divergence from their origins, but one they understood as destiny.

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡.

A dependent, mumu account for DIVINELYTM— home to jayesh adani , lorelei andersen , & morana salvador . written by lia .

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