DahStalker 2858 Share Posted October 15, 2022 (edited) Announcement of Death Spoiler ________________________________ ________________________________ It is with great sorrow that we within House de Leuven hereby announce the unfortunate death of Lady Priscilla Amelia de Leuven. During the later hours of the night the servants had discovered the fallen Ashford deceased in her bed, having passed away during slumber. We request a period of mourning and respect as we cope and endure with this devastating loss, thank you. House de Leuven _________________________________________________ The last flicker of life swelled in her mind, rapidly changing its course as the woman laid in her bed. It was dimmed within her room, the gentle sway of her oil lamp enhancing the dusty four corners held at the edge of her wall. Such a bitterly slow decay, she thought. The irking chirps of crickets kept her at bay as she hacked away into a nearby basin, clotted with specks of blood. Sleep, she desired sleep, yet it struggled to come. In and out in her haze did the images come, consuming her in this miserable state. Bada-dum, bada-dum, bada-dum-............ First it was the dinner party where the four corners of her room expanded outward into a grandiose hall of elaborate wallpaper, every square holding onto a small painted insignia of that Ashford household. From afar she saw her two sisters frolic and spin, dressed in their finest silks as the younger girls were gawked at by nannies. They had always seemed to stress their caregivers, she called. Evanna with her pickiness, Margarita with her chaos, and she with her crudeness. A chuff then escaped her as soon two figures came into sight: one with locks of aureate and the other a silky brown. Her parents, her parents, her parents. Ba-Bada-dum, bada-dum, B-Bada-dum-.... The second vision came more harshly as the reality around her sputtered, bouncing as if against the waves of pounding drums. She was in San Luciano, rays shining down upon her as vicious roars of thrill filled her ears. Down below a game of strength within the sandy pits of the coliseum occurred, blade against blade. However, it was not the admired sport that caught her gaze, but the viridescent eyes from afar. She could not recall her name, the name of her first love. The sharp contours of their features, perfection of the composure and laid hands, and length of her raven curls. Her name, she could not remember her name. Only the taste of strawberry upon her lips. B-Ba-Bada-dum, Ba-Bada-dum, B-Ba-Bada-dum-.... She did not like this vision, it was gruesome, full of regret. Eighty-eight. Those two digits, she dreaded them. It began with an Alstion, and it ended with one too. Her dagger, that wretched but godsent gift. Who was the last? She could not recall, only the first. She was thirteen and he was four. His neck had been sliced so effortlessly; his cries so feeble while his mother's came out akin to a roar. He could have had a family like her, he could have been a husband or even a brother. His own Uncle had ordered his death, to be carried out so that a wretched relative might be heir instead of him. To be heir of a titleless aristocrat. How many did she have to slaughter so her sisters could live peacefully? B-B-Bada-dum, B-B-Babada-dum......... Lastly, she saw her family, her most cherished thing in life. She saw her best-friend and love Daniel, who held her up as she sought to support them. He was her anchor, she loved him greatly. She saw herself in her beloved eldest Caterina, a woman of grand composure and wit. She saw her husband in Lucrezia, determined yet loving. Cosimo, a boy and his crossbow, akin to she and her dagger. Ipera, that downfallen girl. She dreaded her behavior, how she picked up the impulsiveness of Margarita. Yet, just as quickly she saw a brief spark of memory; cradling her youngest babe in swaddled cloth as she murmured the name, “Ipera, Ipera-... Ipera, my sweet sun.” Oh, how her heart ached. Emelie, Manon, Ophelie. They were not her daughters, but she wished they were. Undeserving of the cruelty they faced much akin to herself. They would be well, she thought, they would be well. She could not recall the last thought as she idled there, chest heaving more slowly as the feeling of her fingers faded up to the neck gradually. GOD, please save me, she thought. She pleaded and begged, but in the end-... The sun had lowered, and she was faced with darkness. B-B-B-Bada-dum... Bada-...b...b...b...b-.. _______________________________________________________________ To House Leuven: Spoiler A simple note is left behind, written in cursive it merely says; "Our legacy must survive." Upon the lower right corner etched in ink was, "P.A" _______________________________________________________ Spoiler I do not have much to say besides tysm for interacting with this char if you ever did. She was a blast to play, thank you to House de Falstaff, House Alstion, and House de Leuven. A special thanks to alli for starting this char out with me and being my sister <3 Edited October 15, 2022 by DahStalker 10 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
_mady07 1105 Share Posted October 15, 2022 [!] Lady Emelie Ada Rousile's gaze had become dull as she glanced to the lifeless body of her aunt, servents rushed in and out of the tempory home they'd made frantically preparing. "Ai..We shall be strong." the Leuven stated then turning to her most trusted advisor Theodore "We must draft the letters." she echoed out then stomping down the steps of the house into the cold night 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
scubadooba 67 Share Posted October 15, 2022 (edited) Lucrezia sat in her chambers with her curtains drawn, blocking any and all sunlight from falling upon her. She cannot remember the last time she spoke with her mother, better yet the last time she may have spoken her love and appreciation. Her head falls, tears streaming from her eyes. "Oh mama," she whimpers, "how I have failed you... how I shall miss you.." __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________Upon news of her sisters death, Evanna fell to her knees in agony. Priscilla had warned her that her time was near, yet Evanna was quick to dismiss it. The idea that her sister could fall was unthinkable, for she had withstood everything that has challenged her. But at last, the youngest begins her journey as the last standing of her generation. For their entire lives, Priscilla had ensured that Evanna lived a treasurable life, one free of qualms, disagreements and dangers from the outside world. But oh, how she wishes that she could have spent more of said life with her sister. Moving towards where her kin lay, she sits upon the bed. "My darlings," She begins, choked with anger and sadness, "You shall not be seeing anymore of your Aunt Priscilla, for she now sits before GOD. Say a prayer for her before you sleep any longer." Spoiler i love u pollo :,) they had a good run!! until we are sisters again <333 Edited October 15, 2022 by scubadooba 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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