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tamingthemuseTitle: May 19
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Swank
Warnings: Read more here and here.
Rating: G
Summary: Another entry into the journal of one Thomas Walter.
Friday, May 19
I had thought, perhaps, to have her learn proper etiquette.
Of course, she took to this, like any other challenge before her, and soon impressed me with her natural grace and skill. So too did she make a startling impression upon the court of King Louis, and not only with her dark skin and exotic flair. I am going to have to keep a sterner eye on her, I think.
After a week of one part followed by another after her graduation from charm school, I whisked her away into another time, much to her loathing. I feared that she would never forgive me for taking her away from all that swank and grandeur.
We arrived in Roman Constantinople, as per my desire, and she found something else to distract her in the form of the coliseum. In the Romans, she found a similar enthrallment with death. What she did not understand, is their fear of it. To her, and the people who raised her as I could not, death was an honor, something to bring one closer to their gods.
I don’t know how I feel about this new understanding I have of her. Maybe I worry over nothing, but for now she’s too captivated by life to try to meet her gods.
I hope.
Gods, do I hope. I don’t want to lose her. She’s all I have in this world.
Of course, as I write this page, that girl is busy sending our hired help into fits of rage. I can hear their shouts down the hall, and they can probably be heard in the street as well.
Problem averted with both women distracted with projects placing them rooms apart. At least, for now.
Stepping between them is always dangerous, but more so for my will power than anything else. I can start out as filled with rage at the chaos she makes, but all of it flows away with one look from her green eyes. I’ve never seen her sorry for her actions, nor have I seen her stand down from a fight, but the fragile backbone hidden behind a shield of clear pride, arrogance always brings me to my knees. Did I do this to her? Make her doubt herself so much that she must create a scene just to be content?
How have I done this, and how do I undo it? I wish the gods would answer me that.
Her lessons in France have only seemed to embolden her, given her stronger shields to hide behind so that nobody will ever notice the worry and fears that plague her. I see them, for I’ve lived with her her whole life. She can’t hide these things from me, but nobody else sees what I do.
They see the snotty brat that she portrays herself to be. And she plays it so well. Just last week she caught the eye of Roman Nobility and had to be secreted away before the man demanded too much of her.
Aside from her so called adventures, our stay in Constantinople has been pleasant, if sprinkled with doubt about the wisdom of venturing into a doomed empire. Rumors of betrayal from within stir around us while fear over the barbarians swells the crowds in market. I think we won’t stay here much longer, but perhaps we’ll return to an earlier time.
I’ve always wanted to see Rome before they became the bloody empire they’re so well known for.
Fandom: Original
Prompt: Swank
Warnings: Read more here and here.
Rating: G
Summary: Another entry into the journal of one Thomas Walter.
Friday, May 19
I had thought, perhaps, to have her learn proper etiquette.
Of course, she took to this, like any other challenge before her, and soon impressed me with her natural grace and skill. So too did she make a startling impression upon the court of King Louis, and not only with her dark skin and exotic flair. I am going to have to keep a sterner eye on her, I think.
After a week of one part followed by another after her graduation from charm school, I whisked her away into another time, much to her loathing. I feared that she would never forgive me for taking her away from all that swank and grandeur.
We arrived in Roman Constantinople, as per my desire, and she found something else to distract her in the form of the coliseum. In the Romans, she found a similar enthrallment with death. What she did not understand, is their fear of it. To her, and the people who raised her as I could not, death was an honor, something to bring one closer to their gods.
I don’t know how I feel about this new understanding I have of her. Maybe I worry over nothing, but for now she’s too captivated by life to try to meet her gods.
I hope.
Gods, do I hope. I don’t want to lose her. She’s all I have in this world.
Of course, as I write this page, that girl is busy sending our hired help into fits of rage. I can hear their shouts down the hall, and they can probably be heard in the street as well.
Problem averted with both women distracted with projects placing them rooms apart. At least, for now.
Stepping between them is always dangerous, but more so for my will power than anything else. I can start out as filled with rage at the chaos she makes, but all of it flows away with one look from her green eyes. I’ve never seen her sorry for her actions, nor have I seen her stand down from a fight, but the fragile backbone hidden behind a shield of clear pride, arrogance always brings me to my knees. Did I do this to her? Make her doubt herself so much that she must create a scene just to be content?
How have I done this, and how do I undo it? I wish the gods would answer me that.
Her lessons in France have only seemed to embolden her, given her stronger shields to hide behind so that nobody will ever notice the worry and fears that plague her. I see them, for I’ve lived with her her whole life. She can’t hide these things from me, but nobody else sees what I do.
They see the snotty brat that she portrays herself to be. And she plays it so well. Just last week she caught the eye of Roman Nobility and had to be secreted away before the man demanded too much of her.
Aside from her so called adventures, our stay in Constantinople has been pleasant, if sprinkled with doubt about the wisdom of venturing into a doomed empire. Rumors of betrayal from within stir around us while fear over the barbarians swells the crowds in market. I think we won’t stay here much longer, but perhaps we’ll return to an earlier time.
I’ve always wanted to see Rome before they became the bloody empire they’re so well known for.
