marjoriecminerva

[marjoriecminerva]

Closed Starter! @sprklngdust

Location: The Vows of Larimar Event

"Lady Rosewood." Minerva greeted with a nod, though her grin gave away her formality.

She was happy to see one of her best friends on this horrid ship. Other than Minerva's husband and her sister Millicent, she was probably one of the only one's on the ship who knew about how much Minerva hated being on ships due to her immense fear of them.

"I hope you're faring well, because I most certainly am not. Couldn't such a celebration have been on land instead? Though I am not complaining, for I am glad to be here with my husband but... it could have been held anywhere else..." Minerva said quietly to Florentia after taking her arm.

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Closed Starter! @brassdivinity

Location: The Vows of Larimar Event

She had known Aylin for a while, she hadn't been close to her when they were younger but Minerva had tried her best to bond with her as time went on and though she wasn't her best friend, they were now friends at the very least.

Minerva walked around the lower deck with Aylin, sipping her lemonade during the stroll.

"I never thought I'd come to hate being on a ship, but at least now I am aware about how much I despise it. I wish to be back on land, though I'm glad that my husband and I were invited. Are you enjoying being away from land at all?" She asked, gazing over at Aylin.

[marjoriecminerva]

Closed Starter! @sprklngdust

Location: The Vows of Larimar Event

Marjorie had never drank lemonade on a ship before, and she started on her first glass. The smell of the sea air in her nostrils as the lemonade engulfed her taste buds.

She saw someone nearby and smiled.

"Hello, would you like some lemonade with me?" She offered to Isadora with a friendly smile.

The lemonade was certainly helping settle Marjorie's stomach on the ship at the moment and was for now her only reprieve, as well as distractions such as conversations.

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Closed Starter! @promisedhexvens

Location: The Vows of Larimar Event

She was excited to be there to celebrate Tobias and Piet, but she was also excited about Georgiana. Marjorie had also been thinking about Josephine, even though she knew her older sister had a lot on her plate, she still wanted her to find happiness. Marjorie also wanted to find happiness for herself...

She breathed in the salty air as she looked out at the surrounding ocean before she walked over to her sister.

"I think I like being on ships, I find it to be quite relaxing yet fascinating. Are you enjoying yourself Josie?" She asked.

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Closed Starter! @ofblanketsandkittens

Location: The Vows of Larimar Event

She managed to catch up a bit with her sister's wife on the ship, admiring the craftsmanship of the deck as she strolled along.

"I've never been on a ship before, it is quite lovely is it not? Though I'm not really adoring of it when the seas get a bit bumpy. How about you Naida?" She asked with a smile before gazing out at the sea surrounding the ship.

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Marjorie hadn't really ever been on a ship before, it was quite an interesting experience. She was excited to be there for her friend, seeing how well he wore marriage, it was a delight to see.

Upon seeing his slightly disheveled form, Marjorie giggled.

"Well, you seemed to have been quite busy. You wear marriage well Tobias, you're radiant." She said, beaming as she saw him.

OPEN STARTER | VOWS OF LARIMAR EVENT LOCATION: PIET'S BOAT

Time had gotten away from him but he didn't notice or care. Before the guests had arrived, he and Piet had gone through every inch of the boat to make sure it was perfect and exactly what they wanted. Tobias being the instiable man he was had seduced Piet, unable to resist each other they had lay claim to nearly every room in the ship then an old favourite: the crow's nest. They'd been too distracted to notice guests arriving and only when he'd droppped his coat from the nest did Tobias notice. "I think we better get going," he laughs.

On deck, he quickly gets himself dressed and looks to the shocked eyes that greet him. "What?" he grins not even blushing. "We're newlyweds!"

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Closed Starter! @georgicna

Location: The Hermance Household in the afternoon

Marjorie was in her bedroom. After her meeting with Sir Domingo before the matchmaking, after her meeting with Lord Callum after the matchmaking, after Georgiana had announced that she was officially engaged and after the race in which she had valiantly cheered for her household's horse to win... only for it to lose as well as finding out Tobias was now happily married, Marjorie needed some time to herself. She had a lot to think about.

She had kept the flowers that Lord Callum had given her during his visit and she found herself gently stroking one of the petals of the flowers before setting the flowers aside as a certain knight's words rang in her ears...

She was far too worthy for the men of the Ton...

Marjorie liked Callum, she did... but he had far too many other ladies to choose from for her liking, and that not only scared her but it concerned her.

Domingo however... she shared a bond with him through deeply connected letters that not even Her Majesty the Queen could do away with with her matchmaking schemes.

Marjorie reached underneath her bed and found one of her hat boxes that held every single last one of Domingo's letters to her that were sent during the war and even afterwards. She took one of her favorite letters that he had sent to her out of the box and laid down with it on her bed, re-reading it before sighing and clutching it to her chest.

Why exactly did such words make her feel as if she were floating high above the floor in her room as if she were a feather in the wind, as light as air?

She smiled to herself as she pictured his face... now she could finally put a face to the eloquent and beautiful words he had written to her during such a dark period of time.

Marjorie laid on her bed clutching the letter and feeling as if she were on another planet though not exactly knowing why she felt that way, when her thoughts had been burst as if a bubble had popped when she heard a knock at her bedroom door.

Marjorie sat up, Callum Sinclair's flowers on her bed as well as Domingo Alvarado's letters strewn about her bed too.

"Yes?" She called out, trying to put all of the letters back carefully but her favorite one was still on her bed, she had forgotten to put it back.

She put the flowers on her dresser before opening her bedroom door to see her little sister.

"What did you need Georgie? Or should I say soon to be bride?" Marjorie said before grinning and gesturing for her to come in. She was very excited and happy for her sister.

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Closed Starter! @honeyedache

Location: Somewhere on the streets of Mayfair in the early afternoon

Caroline had gone into town to pick up a few new books for the young Sinclair children to read, though she could have allowed the servants to get them for her, she had insisted. After all, she needed a break for a change though she knew that she'd probably be reprimanded if she weren't back soon.

Caroline hurriedly picked up the books she needed before paying the owner of the bookshop and quickly leaving... but not before balancing the books as best she could before they unfortunately fell in a heap at her feet in front of the shop onto the ground.

"Oh! No..." She said annoyed at the mess of books on the ground. She then looked up as she picked them up and saw Miss Juliet Thorpe.

"Ah, Miss Thorpe! Am I in your way? My apologies!" Caroline said as she bowed her head apologetically, trying to pick the books up a bit faster than before.

[marjoriecminerva]

Closed Starter! @secretgcrdens

Location: The Warwick Manor's sitting room in the afternoon

Minerva had many friends in the Ton and one of her longtime friends was Maude Whitlock. Even though she was a couple of years older than her, she had always liked Maude's company and saw her as a younger sister despite Minerva being the youngest out of the Davies siblings.

She had decided to invite her to tea in the Warwick Manor. Minerva never got too many visitors due to being so busy with being a mother, a wife and a flighty gossip at times, it kept her from having people over... especially since she also kept redecorating the house much to her husband's annoyance.

Minerva smiled as she saw Maude.

"How are you dearest? Are you well? I remembered your favorite tea and cake flavors, so I had the servants serve them to us today. So, tell me... have there been any suitors to capture your heart yet?" Minerva asked eagerly after hugging Maude and sitting back down as one of her servants began pouring the tea.

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His words had once again taken her aback. Marjorie was ever the humble lady but even she knew her worth was more than what some men offered, yet she never thought that she'd ever hear anyone say it aloud.

She was near breathless for a moment before clearing her throat.

"You greatly flatter me Domingo. I-I... I think the very same, yet no one has ever spoken it aloud including myself of course... yet... you have." She said, her words hanging in the air as she gazed at him in awe.

How many times had his words had the same effect... the effect of rendering her speechless, making heat rise to her cheeks out of unknown feelings and causing her to become utterly breathless.

Marjorie found herself slightly leaning in, their conversation making her feel... far different than she would with any other conversation with a lord or a sir or any gentleman of the Ton.

"I must confess to you Domingo... there have been many a night that your words have kept me awake at night, and seeing you face to face and our conversation now... I believe you have once again succeeded in keeping me awake again tonight." She said softly with a warm smile.

Domingo had been trained to maintain his composure under pressure—diplomatic rooms tense with politics, war councils burdened with the weight of lives, duels fought not with swords but with glances and innuendo. And yet, here in a quiet café tucked off a cobbled London street, with the scent of lavender tea curling in the air and the soft warmth of Marjorie’s gaze resting so steadily upon him—he found himself grasping for stillness, for control, and failing quietly. Her words landed not like arrows, but like candlelight—quiet, gentle, and impossible to ignore. He could have said something clever. Should have. That was always his shield: charm. But when he looked at her now—truly looked—all that rose within him was not practiced wit but something far less rehearsed. And far more dangerous. There was a flicker behind his eyes, like the flint of a storm in an otherwise calm sky. He glanced down for the briefest moment, gathering himself, then returned his gaze to hers. Steady. Measured. But not cold. “I do not often envy men,” he began slowly, voice low and tempered like a blade being sheathed. “Most chase what they do not understand. And so few ever see what is in front of them.” He paused, fingers brushing the rim of his cup though he did not drink. “But if you’ve truly sat through this season unnoticed... then I fear the men of the Ton are even more blind than I gave them credit for. Or perhaps they are simply cowards.” The corner of his mouth twitched upward—too small to be a smile, but too real to be anything else. “You say you’ve been waiting for someone who might deem you worthy of their heart… but I cannot help but wonder, Marjorie—has it not occurred to you that your worth might be so great it simply frightened the wrong men away?” It was too much. Too close to sentiment. He heard it in his own voice, felt the soft tremor of vulnerability he had long ago taught himself to deny. And yet, he did not step back from it. Not this time. He leaned slightly forward, just enough that the soft hum of the café fell away behind them, and the air between them felt suspended.

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"Indeed, though you of all people know dear sister that taking care of flowers as beautiful as they maybe is far from being my strong suit." Marjorie replied to her little sister.

"I hope I am not interrupting, I know how much you prefer to be around nature." She said gently with a smile.

"Has this season been treating you well so far, Theo?" She asked, wanting to hear her little sister's thoughts as she stood next to her, sniffing a nearby flower.

open starter ft. anyone (capping at 0/3) , at kensington gardens.

flowers. so elegant, so composed. theodosia had long admired their effortless grace—the way a rose held itself, unfurling in quiet confidence, never needing to prove its worth. there was no desperation in its bloom, no awareness of its beauty, and yet it captivated all the same. she often wished she possessed such poise—such silent allure. instead, she found that her thorns far too often betrayed her. sharp words, unguarded glances, a tongue too quick when stirred. and though others might claim she could not help it—that it was simply her temperament—she knew better. for she could, when she wished, be as silent as snowfall. she simply chose not to be.

but lately, there was nothing left to say. life, since returning home from the hospital wards, had hollowed her in strange, quiet ways. her spirit, once lively and keen, had softened—dulled by long nights under oil lamps and the scent of blood and ash. she no longer sought to charm a room or to make herself known. she had grown weary of being more than what was expected. and so, she settled. she stood beside her husband at gatherings and let others speak. smiled when spoken to. laughed gently at the appropriate times. she was content, or something like it. at least, that was what she told herself.

perhaps, then, she was more like a rose than she had once believed. beautiful, yes—but not untouched. admired, yet not approached. something to be seen, but never truly understood. something planted, and expected to stay where it bloomed.

still, she could not help but love them. there was comfort in their presence—a kind of kinship. she walked through the garden alone, trailing gloved fingers over the edges of petals and leaves, her thoughts quiet but not idle. when she reached the rose bush, she knelt with careful grace, breathing in the scent as though it might fill the hollowness inside her with something sweet and lasting.

“they’re so lovely,” she murmured, the words barely more than a breath, spoken to no one but the blooms. their color, deep and velvety, reminded her of old silk and ink-stained letters. they did not demand attention—they simply were.

it was not until she straightened that she felt the eyes upon her. not unkind, but present.

startled only for a moment, she turned her head and offered a soft, apologetic smile—ever the lady, even in her solitude.

“i often wish i had a green thumb,” she said lightly, her tone carrying a soft lilt, as if to cover the vulnerability of her earlier words. “i would keep rows and rows of flowers—roses and lilacs, forget-me-nots, perhaps even violets. wouldn’t you?” she tilted her head slightly, studying the newcomer with gentle curiosity, the kind that masked deeper questions she would never dare ask aloud.

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Minerva couldn't help but smirk and laugh a bit as she fanned herself.

She wasn't at all scandalized by the prospect of a woman standing or in this case sitting on her own and being independent, but she'd be more pleased if it were any other woman and not Sienna.

"And I expect nothing less from you Miss Olivier. You do put on quite a good show, almost rivals the race itself... arrogant men should indeed be put into their places however." She mused with a smile that wasn't fake nor was it friendly, it was utterly hollow.

Location: The Baron's Cup

Open Starter

The thunder of hooves and the roar of the crowd would startle a lesser woman, but Sienna was not her. Glares and stares followed her as she walked with purpose, draped in the finest of silks, burning crimson in color. A sly smirk was held beneath red lips as she ignored any whispers that may have been about her. If the people of the Ton weren't mumbling about her, they would be bored senseless. Sitting among the crowd, she placed her fan delicately upon her lap as she stared out at the track. She had placed her bets already with her own coin, ones she earned with her own merit. Yet, it seemed that a woman who was on her own at the track meant she had no sense of her own as a stranger in a top hat believed himself to be superior in his own thoughts. Rolling her eyes at his own over confidence, "If I required a lecture on the form of a jockey and his horse, I would consult a groom, not a man whose only familiarity with riding is with those who sit upon his lap, ordering him around," she bit back at his arrogance.

[marjoriecminerva]

Closed Starter! @myvelvetvows

Location: House of Alvarado's Baron's Cup Event

Caroline was thankfully given a break from the younger Sinclair cousins due to them running off with their servants for lemonade which left her alone until they returned.

She spotted a familiar face nearby and smiled as she approached.

"Alice! I'm so happy to see you! How are you?" She asked with a smile.

Despite the heat, she was still in good spirits... especially after she had secretly bet on the Sinclairs horse in the race.

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Minerva narrowed her eyes, yet bit her tongue after hearing what Arden had said.

For once she would behave in front of all of Mayfair... and around her son of course.

She smiled down at Joshua as she saw her son with an excited smile on his face before he raced off to go and get some lemonade for them both. She gazed at one of her servants who quickly raced alongside him to help get the lemonade.

No one in the Ton could question Minerva's love for her precious boy, Joshua was her entire world and she was very protective over him. When it came to him, she softened significantly... however, her guard was still slightly up especially around Arden due to their previous run in with each other.

"That was very kind of you. Too kind." Minerva said before fanning herself due to the heat.

Upon hearing what he said, she couldn't help but let an amused smirk come across her face.

"Yes, and he did... begrudgingly so, but he did." She replied.

"Many horses are in the race. What are the odds that your horse wins?" She asked out of sake of conversation while also leaning into the prospect of not really wanting their horse to win.

open to: @marjoriecminerva for lady minerva warwick location: baron's cup, london, england.

"I was wondering who was hollering like a newsboy," Arden said, looking down to his nephew and Lady Warwick. While it feels like an insult, it's tame enough to be no more than a harmful jest in Arden's mouth. "You should have seen the races in France. Why don't you get you and your mother some lemonade, hmm? Whatever is left over, you see if you can convince the man at the betting post to put it on Belladonna." It's incredibly kind of him, not even pretending to swipe the coin from the boy. If anything at all, it's eerie that he doesn't even have a jagged quip to toss at Minerva. His focus is beyond the track, and his hand still on his arm where Isadora had held on to him just moment before. It lingers like an enchantment. "You did convince your husband to place bets on our horse, yes?" He asked.

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Closed Starter! @agildedecho

Location: House of Alvarado's Baron's Cup Event

It had been a whirlwind of a week, her little sister was to be wed, and she had just found out that Tobias was happily married. Marjorie was beyond happy and excited for them both.

It only made her that much more determined to find love, and though she had quite a few things in common with Lord Callum Sinclair, she really did like him but knowing his time was split between herself and a few other women slightly deterred her.

Lost in her own thoughts, she sat down with her blue colored fan, fanning herself. She didn't do well with being in the heat for too long and took every opportunity to cool herself down.

She gazed off silently into the distance, thinking about which horse would win as well as if she would indeed be married before the season ended... and what she would do if she wasn't... which would probably be shutting herself away due to feeling as if she'd failed... and she didn't want that for herself.

Sitting there deep in thought by herself, she didn't notice she had company until she suddenly looked up.

"Ah, Sir Domingo! My apologies! I didn't see you. Are you well? I'm very happy that your family extended an invitation to the Hermance's for such a thrilling event, we're very thankful for it." Marjorie said with a curtsy and a warm smile after gasping due to being broken out of her deep thoughts.

She felt the familiar fast beating of her heart as she laid her eyes upon him. She wasn't quite sure why her heartbeat would quicken whenever he was around.

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She knew she couldn't place a bet on a horse, but she would surely cheer on Sir Jonathan Moore and Meadow.

Marjorie had just so happened to come across Tobias as she was walking and she smiled at him.

"No. Ladies cannot bet, but I will be cheering Meadow on." She replied with a smile before catching sight of the ring on his finger and beaming.

"Is that what I think it is?" She asked with a grin.

"If it is, I'm very happy for you Tobias." She added with a giddiness to her voice.

OPEN STARTER | OPEN TO ALL LOCATION | Baron's Cup

Typically, he wasn't one to show support to his house of any kind but he was in the best mood he'd been in for a long time and didn't want to hide away. Besides, he'd made a promise and intended to be act like his future title demanded if it meant he'd keep his love safe. No, not love. Husband. Tobias made a big show of placing a bet on Mister Belgrave who was riding Adromeda. How fitting the name, taken from Greek mythology about a princess rescued by her future husband. It seemed close to fate like but he was aware that could be a side of effect of his elation. "Are you betting?" he asked, grinning and unable to peel his eyes away from the gold band lovingly placed on the forth finger on his left hand. It was a thick gold band with larimar stone in the middle all the way around. Something personal about their journey and he couldn't take his eyes away from it. "I'm betting on my families horse but I have put some coin on Meadow and Sir Jonathan riding."

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Marjorie felt her heartbeat quicken as she heard his words.

A warm smile as well as a demure gaze washing over her features as she spoke.

"Thank you Sir Domingo. And I am proud to know that I gave you something and someone to trust in during your time away. I sincerely hope my words served to be your light in such times, for your words served to be my light." Marjorie replied thoughtfully, gazing at him with a meaningful look in her eyes.

She cocked her head to the side slightly as she gazed at him, listening intently to what he had to say, and upon hearing it she couldn't help but smile shyly.

How many times at night would she read his letters when she should have been asleep? How many times had she laid awake at night not only wishing to see him but also wondering if anything could ever possibly come from two souls baring themselves to each other in written words from a long distance? Her heart would be set ablaze at the mere thought only for her to calm it down out of not wanting to get her hopes up, something she had done many times before whenever she laid awake at night, thinking of his lovely words that he had written her.

"Yes, the marriage market is relentless... though it is not relentless for me, I don't have very many suitors this season. For the two gentlemen I have spoken to previously, are now merely friends to me and nothing more than that. I am still waiting for my match this season. Many have asked what my dream match would be this season, yet so far no gentleman in the Ton seems to meet those expectations, for they were quite keen on wasting my time... that, and... I wish to give my heart to someone deserving of it and receive their heart in return because they deem me worthy of having it... and that hasn't happened yet... but, I'm hoping it will." Marjorie answered gently with determination lining her tone as she looked at him directly in his eyes.

She felt her heartbeat quicken again as she mentally kept reminding herself to breathe as her gaze never left him.

Domingo offered a slight smile at her words, though he quickly lowered his gaze, careful to rein in the sudden surge of emotion that threatened to betray him. He had spent so long mastering restraint that moments like these felt almost foreign, dangerous even. When he finally spoke, his voice was even, low, and measured, as if he were discussing something far more mundane than the vulnerable weight of their long correspondence. “You are very kind, Lady Marjorie,” he said quietly, the formality slipping in almost unconsciously, a shield he often wore in unfamiliar terrain. “I admit, I questioned whether this meeting would diminish what we had built with ink and parchment. It is easier, sometimes, to believe in illusions.” His gaze lifted to meet hers, more steady than warm, though there was a trace of something deeper beneath the surface—something he was not yet ready to name. “But standing here, I find no illusion at all. Only… something I am glad to have trusted in.”

He folded his hands on the table to keep them from fidgeting, a habit he had learned to suppress early in his career. There were many things he could say—words of admiration, of longing—but Domingo was a cautious man, and this meeting was still precarious, no matter how familiar she felt. Instead, he allowed a more practical thought to slip forward, one that had been quietly gnawing at him since his return. “I have been absent for much of the season,” he said, tone shifting toward the conversational, though his eyes remained keenly observant. “Spain kept me longer than intended. I wonder if, in my absence, you have found yourself caught up in all the usual expectations. The marriage market is rather relentless, I hear.” He spoke it lightly, almost detached, but there was a weight behind the question—a quiet, unspoken hope that he might not be too late. Though he did not say it aloud, Domingo knew he was no easy prize. He came with shadows, ambitions, and loyalties that would demand much of any woman who dared love him. But for the first time in a long while, he found himself hoping, however cautiously, that perhaps she might yet choose to.