Empty Nest

[winterblood 11181]

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Margaux Helvets penning her letters in Cathalon

[[Love’s Messenger, Philip Ralley]]

 

As night fell upon Providence and the Empire of Man, no candles or lanterns would find themselves lit within Larkspur Home; nor would any noise come from her bedchambers in Cheval Hall.  Margaux Helvets would not be found in either of her residences, nor would she be seen within the courts of Augustine.

 

Only various choice items of sentimental value were missing, both from Margaux’s rooms and from Blanche’s old bedchambers; the sizable amount of imperial marks earned during the young Helvets’ Gallery of New Beginnings would be missing too; gone away with the rations and travelling clothes of Margaux.  The marble tub of Larkspur’s white surface bore a tinge of something dark, as if deeply stained.

 

Despite her absence, payments to the home’s mortgage would continue to be paid off.  As for those close to the young bat, sealed letters would find them in the following days.

 

The following is a series of private letters, seen only by those addressed.
 

Thomas

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I know I had spoken of travelling, yet I never imagined I would do it to this extreme; nor would I imagine that this is what you could have anticipated.  Despite the pain of separation, I feel as if this is a matter that I must do, dear brother.  I’ve lived my life under the will and demands of others, every step and breath I have made has been for another’s expectations; it has become a life of madness for me.  Know that my actions now are not out of any spite or hatred that I would bear toward you; you are my little brother and you shall always be my little brother.

 

I love you always, and I could never dream a life without you; you may still have a means to contact me, but I implore for you to not make a fuss over my leaving.  As for how you may contact me, you can send a letter for me to Haelun’or; I have a connection there that could then route it to me through my travels.

 

P.S.  I know you may fear for my safety, but I assure you that I’ve means to travel without seeking much unwanted attention.

 

 

Prince Robert

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I am unsure when you may find the time to read this, as I’m well aware your princely and familial duties have kept you quite occupied.  But, when your eyes do read over this… Know that I have not left out of any frustration or anger with you.  Even though I’ve admitted to finding your presence agreeable and have found you to be a respecting, kind, and devout man… Would you bear any ire toward me if I confessed my heart bore no true love for you?

 

Surely, I cannot be mistaken for a madwoman; you and I have rarely had the opportunity to properly speak to one another ever since your father lifted your exile.  I wouldn’t dare to put all of the fault on you, your highness; I feel as if it is something for us both to share, perhaps even more of myself now, in regards to the topic of this letter.

 

I’ve intentions to take leave of Providence, and perhaps even the Empire should the roads be kind to me; I’ve longed to travel so much, to see the world, to live my life free.  You’ve been made aware of such desires of mine, as it has often been a topic for me to break off into tangents on...  I fear that if I do not do this now, I will never be able to.

 

I will not leave you to the dark, of course; should you wish to pen me, send a letter to Haelun’or.  There, I have a connection that shall route the letter to me through my travels.

 

 

Maisie

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My dear friend Maisie, you must forgive my hasty departure; I wish I could have been able to say this all to you in person.  I view you very much like a sister and I am still pained that we cannot be labeled as such through law; I hope to see you again one day, where I may then regale you with my many adventures and sights that I’ve happened across.

 

Until then, please do save a bottle for me.

 

 

Princess Nataliya

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Fret not over my absence, dear Nataliya; answers shall be provided to you soon enough.  In time, I will find you.

 

 

OOC COMMENT:

No, I'm not PKing nor am I getting rid of this character!  I dislike giving up on characters or tossing them away so early, especially when there is still so much potential for them.  I've just grown incredibly bored with Margaux and have felt stumped on what I wish to do with her.  So, why not have her do some dramatic act in departing on a journey like a hobbit leaving The Shire?  I've got some hopes that this shall allow for some fun developmental RP to occur for both my characters and others.  In addition, I just miss being able to wander around to various settlements as characters of mine; I've enjoyed many communities on the server because of that old way I used to RP.  But this time, I wish to take a far more realistic approach with how my character travels across the continent.

[zuziee 4004]

Maisie d’Arkent 1817, lonely 

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The women’s eyes scanned over the tear-stricken letter. Her bright sapphire eyes gleaming in the soft moonlight cast over her Sunholdt balcony. Holding the page delicately in her right hand, the small digits crumbling it up. Tossing the letter to the winds as her body crumpled to the floor.

 

Between her fingers, the soft fabric of her white skirts held her in a pseudo-hug. She’d recall the last time she felt this ugly; when she had lost Conrad. The world seemed to crumble around her as panic set in. A sort of dizziness befalling her body, her chest tightening up.

 

So many things keep happening in my life, why? Am I the problem? Why did she have to leave out of all the people in my life? Am I that unworthy of being treasured in this world?

 

The more she told herself that her life would turn out fine, the less she believed it. She was 25 and still panicking as a 6-year-old would. Her sleeve, smeared with tears and snot.

 

 It isn’t like she will be gone forever Maisie, you need to relax. You need to breathe. People rely on you to be strong. You have a new hand, a new start. You just have to believe in yourself. Stay neat and healthy. Be a lady. Support your family.

 

Her hands grabbing for her scalp, curling into a ball as she’d slam her eyes closed. Staying in this position for the rest of the evening as her head argued with itself. Her descent into madness just truly beginning.

 

Dead roses always run through my blood.

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[doreebear 605]

Nataliya would be seen sitting in her bed reading a letter whilst she was petting one of her dogs that laid across her lap. A look of worry grew upon her visage as she finished the letter." this is nie' like Margaux." she muttered to herself as she stared solemnly at the piece of paper. After a few moments, her Husband Petyr would get up from his chair at his desk, grasping a letter before offering it to his wife. "I found a Personal letter for you Liya." Nataliya raised both brows curiously before grasping it, gently cutting it open with her dagger before setting it aside on the night stand as she begun to read. The Haeseni woman then lower the paper to her lap as she finished. Her dog Veter, raising his gaze to his owner. she then let out a sigh of relief before stating "I am truly happy that you have found the courage to do what makes you happy, for it is niet an easy task. . . . Godspeed Margaux, you are the few I have left." 

[Fishy 2709]

Thomas breaks yet another chair in Cheval Hall, lamenting his sister's departure in his lonely manor.

[Nectorist 12869]

Had Robert Francis been the same man he was but a few years ago, perhaps Margaux's departure would have upset him, wounded his princely ego. However, such was not the case, for even though the man was still of weak frame and fragile disposition, he had grown much in his time since leaving the attic. He could not say love was what he felt for his friend either, but certainly an affection, a gratitude, that would last. It was with her aid that he had been able to forgive himself for his afflictions and learn how to live life again, even if over a decade of it had been lost. Although he worried over Margaux's condition and future travels, he held faith that she would be okay, and the two of them would one day meet again, perhaps when their lives had turned more favorable for them.

 

Let your wings soar you to something better, my dear Margaux, something that I know you could only think of, but not reach. May you now be able to get to that place.