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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: The night before
Location: Secret Garden
Mention: Callum @helo
Interactions:
Appearance: Wild curly hair, simple white dress, no shoes

The night before

In the depths of her contemplation after the nod from Callum, Ariella's mind became a canvas for her own schemes. She delicately pulled the hood over her fiery red locks, a fond smile gracing her lips as she recalled Callum's compliment. It was an unexpected praise that made her see her hair in a new light, fostering a newfound appreciation for its vibrant hue.

The world around her seemed to shimmer with an inexplicable brilliance as if the effects of the tea had transformed her surroundings into a living painting. With bare feet carrying her along, Ariella embarked on her journey back to the sanctuary of her secret garden, a smile adorning her face as she eyed all the beautiful colors of the night.

As the night unfolded, she sauntered through the quiet streets, enveloped by the gentle glow of the stars above. Amidst the tranquility, a sign bearing the proclamation "KING EDIN CELEBRATION" caught her eye, prompting her curiosity.

Observing formally attired figures exiting the nearby church, likely attendees to the crown, Ariella seized the opportunity for an investigation.

With silent steps in the deserted streets, she stealthily approached the church, crouching low to avoid detection. Slipping inside, the absence of any lingering presence allowed her to lower her hood and take in the ghastly decorations adorning the sacred space. A sense of revulsion crept over her as she beheld the spectacle, akin to her mother's extravagant displays but magnified tenfold in the vanity of King Edin's worship.

Navigating through the dimly lit interior, Ariella stumbled upon a sizable object concealed beneath a sheet. With a mixture of apprehension and intrigue, she unveiled the mystery, only to be greeted by the unsettling gaze of a ghastly portrait depicting the king. Suppressing a startled laugh after nearly having a heart attack, she surveyed her surroundings and discovered remnants of black paint left behind by diligent workers.

A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she contemplated her impish act. In her inebriated state, she seized the paintbrush with playful determination, adding her touches to the royal visage. Upon completing her clandestine masterpiece, she stepped back to admire her handiwork before carefully concealing it once more beneath the sheet.

Exiting the church with her head held high and a mischievous grin adorning her features, Ariella embarked on her journey back to the sanctuary of her secret garden, her heart brimming with satisfaction.

After an hour of meandering through the twisting paths of the woods, Ariella finally found her way back to the heart of her haven. With a soft exhale of relief, she drank in the serene beauty surrounding her. The tranquil sounds of owls hooting in the treetops above added an ethereal layer to the atmosphere, imbuing the air with a palpable sense of magic.

Magic…

Drawing forth a vial from beneath her cloak, Ariella gazed intently at the slender strands of hair ensconced within the glass tube.

Earlier that day, during her brief encounter with Callum, habits took over and she plucked a few strands from his jacket. Collecting oddities had become somewhat of a habit for her, but this particular acquisition held a special significance.

Feeling emboldened and fearless from the concoction of her evening, Ariella hastened to the ruins where she kept her prized collection of books. Among them lay one tome that even Callum was unaware she possessed. Pausing reverently before the book, she ran her fingers over its weathered cover, each touch a testament to the reverence she held for its secrets, yet her fear had kept her from delving into its pages.

Adorned with silver engravings that gleamed against the black leather binding, the book exuded an aura of mystique. Carefully opening its pages, she sought out a specific spell — the luck spell.

Following her conversation with Callum, Ariella was determined to aid her friend, knowing he was on the brink of potential danger. Yet, she sensed his reluctance to involve her further. Eager to wield magic for the first time in service of her friend, she set to work.

Scouring her wooded sanctuary, she gathered materials — string, rope, and a heap of dried leaves. Arranging them beside the open book, Ariella flopped down clumsily onto the ground. Grabbing parts of the supplies she meticulously crafted a small doll, weaving strands of Callum's hair into its form. With each twist and knot, she imbued the doll with the essence of her friend.

After what felt like an hour and once satisfied, Ariella read and re-read the passage in the tome, focusing on the spell's benevolent effects. With a serene smile, she closed her eyes, feeling a profound connection to the earth beneath her feet, amplified by the lingering effects of the tea she had imbibed earlier.

This spell channels the caster's energy into an object belonging to another person (such as a strand of their hair) to weave a shield of fortuity around them. Once activated, this spell enhances the subject's luck, subtly influencing circumstances and chances in their favor until a critical moment of need has passed. It's like an invisible hand gently nudging situations to benefit the shielded individual, manifesting as serendipitous occurrences or fortunate coincidences.

As she chanted the incantation, she felt a surge of energy coursing through her veins, her very essence flowing into the doll.

"Fortunam Adfluo," she intoned, the words tinged with power. She felt a rush or a surge of energy escape her body, leaving through her fingertips into the doll she held tightly in her fingers.

A trickle of blood seeped from her nose, unsure of if it worked she assumed the blood was at least a possible sign.

Placing the doll beside the open tome, Ariella rose unsteadily to her feet, her movements sluggish and weak. Stumbling toward the nearby stream, she endeavored to cleanse herself of the blood, mindful to preserve her pristine gown. Yet, as she knelt by the water's edge, dizziness overtook her, the world spinning in a dizzying blur.

With a sudden rush of exhaustion, Ariella collapsed onto the soft earth, unconsciousness enveloping her like a shroud. She lay by the babbling river, a slumbering figure amidst the tranquil embrace of the woods around her.

TDLR

Ari left the event and drunkenly stumbled upon King Edin's church event being set up. She found some rather large paintings that scared her so she made it less frightening. Finding her way back to the woods, she decided in her drunken state that doing dark magic was a great idea. Using some hair that she got off of Callum's clothes she embedded it into a doll using magic to charm him with a luck spell to hopefully help whatever mission he was going on. She got a nose bleed and went to go clean up when she was knocked unconscious.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Morning
Location: Courting Mixer - Blossom Cafe
Mention: Mathias @Rodiak
Appearance: Wild curly hair, simple white dress, no shoes

Ariella huffed as she untangled sticks and leaves from her hair, the curls of her fiery red hair bouncing as she fluffed them up in desperation to fix it.

The thought of the courting mixer barely crossed her mind after the wild night she had. Her head still felt fuzzy from all the drinks and mysterious tea she had consumed. Earlier that morning, she woke up in her secret garden, sprawled out by her alter. It took her a few minutes before she remembered that her mother had signed her up for the event. Knowing the chaos that would ensue if she missed it, she hurriedly got ready, dusting off her long white gown and giving it a once-over. Of course, her shoes were nowhere to be found, but that was hardly surprising.

Without there being much more time to spare Ari took off running through the wooded fields hoping to not be too late for the event. It didn’t take her long to reach the cafe. With a little throat-clearing and a weary smile, as she attempted to catch her breath, she joined the lively crowd. The women at the event were dressed in beautiful gowns, everyone exchanging compliments on outfits and sharing the latest gossip. Ariella rocked nervously on her heels, hands clasped behind her back as she attempted to figure out where to go.

Noticing the table full of papers she found her name and opened it up. Noting her table she continued to look around nervously. Spotting her assigned table, she made her way over, still plucking leaves and twigs from unexpected places. Taking her seat, she nervously scanned the room.

She knew her date was named Mathias, though she couldn't recall ever meeting anyone by that name before. She hoped he wouldn't mind her missing shoes.

As she anxiously surveyed the room, her gaze landed on Mathias confidently striding toward her table. Ariella found herself momentarily entranced before snapping back to reality. A bright smile lit up her face as she stood up from her chair, feeling a tad underdressed and disheveled compared to him.

"Good morning!" she nearly chirped, butterflies fluttering in her belly. "I'm so sorry for my... um, less than perfect appearance. It was quite the eventful night," she confessed with a nervous grin, tugging at the side of her gown. "You look charming! Oh! My name is Ari," she added, her smile turning into a nervous giggle as she resumed her seat.

"I apologize... I'm not exactly smooth with these things. Feeling a bit jittery," she admitted sheepishly, attempting to salvage the situation with her awkwardness.

TDLR

Ariella wakes up in the middle of the woods, missing her shoes and full of dirt and leaves. She runs to the event where she akwardly attempts to introduce herself to her date.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Violet & Fritz Part 1

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From the balcony’s vantage, Ryn scanned the estate gardens, searching for any sign of Ms. Persephone. Pale moonlight filtered through the breaks in the clouds, casting long shadows between sculpted hedgerows and flower beds. A flicker of movement caught his attention. A figure, little more than a silhouette, stalked to and fro along the footpath before melting into the dark.

He leaned forward against the balustrade for another glimpse, but she was gone. Still, he had to check. Without a moment’s hesitation, Ryn was down the stairs, bursted through the courtyard doors, and stepped out into the night-cooled air. The summer wind teased at his clothes and hair, heavy with the green tang of newly sheared grass and wafts of perfume escaping from the ballroom. The nearby river’s murmurings joined the nighttime chorus—crickets’ rasping trills intertwined with leaves rustling in the breeze and muffled music. He paused, orienting himself to the direction the shadowed shape had taken, then set off at a purposeful stride.

Ripping the shoes from her feet, Violet tossed them to the side as she let out a soft relaxing sigh. Her feet were screaming from pain from the heels, she wondered how she could have ever worn those all night.

Violet continued pacing, her dress swishing amongst the blades of grass as she nibbled nervously on her fingers. He’s dead…I killed someone..So I could live.. but yet the strength she felt, her eyes… her strides. She felt herself again and yet she didn’t. Lost in her thoughts Violet didn’t notice the shadowed figure in the distance closing in on her location.

Ryn slowed his pace, shoes sinking into the soft grass. Ahead, something moved, the outline of a woman made distinct by the glow of the moonlight filtering through the trees. Not wishing to startle the lone walker, he gave voice to the evening quiet. “Good evening. A fine night for a stroll, is it not?”

Her foot hovered over the ground as the pacing ceased. She leaned her weight into her step as she turned to look at the masked man. The long horns stemming out like twisted branches. The voice was unrecognizable to her. As the moon painted his outline, Violet took a reluctant step back as his scent caught on the wind. She held in her breath as the familiar luring scent seductively called out to her.

As she turned towards him, the moon illuminated Lady Damien. Her pale skin seemed to glow, a porcelain canvas framed by flowing dark hair that cascaded over her shoulders. The deep red dress she wore hugged her figure with elegance, the plunging neckline and high leg slit adding a touch of glamor that left little to the imagination.

“Lady Damien!” Ryn called out, relief in his voice. “There you are. When I didn’t see you at the party, I feared you taken ill.”

Ignoring her complexion, she looked far from ill. Her ruby eyes burned with an intensity he had never witnessed before, sharp and aware, more alive and hungry than he had ever seen her. The way she looked at him sent an involuntary shiver down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on edge.

The beast grinned in anticipation.

“Are you feeling well?” He asked, even though he knew the answer. The red eyes of the woman looked the man up and down before returning a very forced smile.

“ I am well, thank you.” Her voice sounded stronger, even confident in its tone yet the cold delivery of it minced the chill in the air. As he continued to approach she broke eye contact attempting too ignore the allure of his scent as it catched on the wind again.

Violet took a step back offering him another forced smile too show everything was fine. Attempting to ease the tension in her face. ” Feel better then I have in a long time.” this time the smile that followed was genuine but it was as if a sick joke caused it. She could feel the darkness within her chest start to crawl slowly to the surface, that same feeling that consumed her as she fed on the boy in the stable. In an attempt to subdue it she spun around slowly on her heel before taking another step back.

Good, so she could still exert some control over the insistent thirst clawing at her insides. “That’s fantastic. The last we spoke at the park, you were not fully...present,” Ryn said, beginning to slowly circle around her.

Her shoulders pinched upwards slightly as he moved closer towards her. Her red eyes fixated on the masked man as he circled her like prey. Violet breath

He produced a coin identical to the one he had given that night, letting it flip and tumble across his knuckles. He hoped the metallic flash would jog her memory. However, considering her disoriented state back then and her current condition, he would not be surprised if she did not remember him or if she was not particularly concerned with who he was. All that mattered was that Ryn was living, breathing flesh with a heart steadily pumping warm blood.

“Now, you’re awake…” Ryn studied her closely. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, the flutter of her throat as she swallowed hard. “But you seem...distracted.”

The coin spun through the air before he snatched it back. “Are you...hungry?” A pause, weighted with significance. “Or is this… a craving?”

A subtle, yet crucial distinction—the former a natural, bodily need. The latter an insatiable mania, capable of twisting someone into unrecognizable contortions to sate it.

Swallowing hard, Violet offered him a reluctant smile. She locked her fingers together in front of her body, squeezing to distract. ” Lord..Fritz..” Violet managed to say. Her memories were shaky but she seemed to hold many of the ones she once lost. ” I hope you are well” she breathed pinching her lips together in another forced smile. She attempted to not play into his little game, her chin inching slightly higher as she continued to keep her eyes on him.

Ryn’s smile was less forced, softer. Considering the curse Udo had placed rendered introductions impossible the last they conversed, he was happy she was able to piece together “Fritz” from what fragments remained.

A wan chuckle flitted past his lips. “I wish I was.” He admitted. “A lot of things happened since then, not all bad, but… not all good either. A dear friend was taken from me, murdered and… I can’t stop wondering if things might have played out differently had I been stronger.”

The coin vanished from his hand as he stood in front of Lady Damien. “But what of you?” He gauged her response before removing a glove from one hand. “Are you doing well?”

“I’m sorry for your loss…that is awful. I hope-” she froze for a moment as the thoughts of her own demise tormented her. ” They are in a better place…” she added, her tone was more of a statement then a wish. ”I..’ she stuttered on her words but managed too pull herself back ” much better then our last meeting. That I can assure you at least. “ she played with her fingers nervously as she nearly bit back her grins attempting to hide the secrets that hid just beyond her lips. “ I’m sorry if my presence out here made you inquire as too who was out here…Wouldn’t want to pull you from such a lavish event after all.” Violets voice laced with desperation as the cravings he so casually mentioned continued to bite at her.

Torment twisted her features as she spoke, fighting the feverish want corroding her from within.

“You do not need to apologize. I chose to come here, and I choose to remain.” His bare hand lifted, fingers splayed so she could see them. “I’m going to check your vitals. If you wish me to stop at any point, say so and I will.” Inch by inch his hand advanced, giving her a chance to cry halt. When she remained mute, he pressed his fingers against her forehead.

Her skin shocked cold against his, her entire frame wracked by infinitesimal tremors. That should be reason enough to pull away, but his fingertips trailed down to the thrum of her pulse, counting out the erratic beat. No one had touched Violet with such a gentle touch before, other then Roman, that it quite literally shocked her. She felt herself freeze as he continued to count the beat of her heart.

“How bad is it? The urge.” Violet red eyes shifted slowly to his, staring for a moment. She was stunned slightly, unsure of what he was speaking on…did he know?”Urge? What do you mean…?” biting back a nervous smile. ”Something wrong with my pulse?” She wasn’t even sure she actually had one at this point.

Ryn met Lady Damien’s anxious gaze, considering for just a moment whether to feign ignorance. But what purpose would that serve? “The thirst for blood,” he answered her first question plainly. Any color that may have been left in Violet face dropped as those words left his lips. “That’s what you’re feeling, isn’t it?” He felt her pulse spike beneath his fingertips. As he answered her second question, Ryn favored her with a reassuring smile. “Your pulse is racing.”

He fell silent, giving her a moment to process his words before asking, “Have you ever drank blood?” Her red eyes, gleaming with an otherworldly intensity, traced every contour of his face, their gaze unsettling in its intensity. The smile he offered only deepened the unease that gripped her, its warmth a stark contrast to the cold feeling of her skin.

Words stumbled out of her mouth, disjointed and hesitant, as if struggling against an invisible force. She shook her head, trying to ward off the encroaching darkness that seemed to envelop her thoughts.

”I…” Her voice trailed off into a whisper, barely audible over the pounding of his own heartbeat, which echoed in her ears like a siren's call.

Her gaze fixated on the pulsing vein visible on his neck, a tantalizing invitation that beckoned her closer. With trembling hands, she reached out to touch it, her fingers grazing his skin as if drawn by some unseen compulsion. But as her touch made contact, a primal hunger surged within her, overwhelming reason and restraint.

Her eyes darted to his outstretched arm, still extended towards her, a lifeline offering solace in the darkness. But as his fingers brushed against her skin, she felt the coursing of his blood beneath, a symphony of temptation that threatened to consume her.

Lost in a haze of euphoria, she found herself drawn to his wrist, almost unconsciously, as if guided by some sinister force. His pulse pounded against her lips, each beat a seductive promise of ecstasy and danger.

Then the world turned into a monochrome of black and white.

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Location: Damien Estate
Time: Night
Mentions: none

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The carriage circled the estate for what felt like hours. Its slow pace moved like molasses as Violet peered out the window at a place she once called home. Her red eyes sought through the crowds of people that littered the entrance all laughing, smiling and likely talking about things she could care less about.

Leaning back against the rest of the carriage as it vibrated gently from cobblestone underneath, she rested her head against the back letting out a long and drawn-out sigh. She wanted to brave the party, to walk in there with her chin high for everyone to see just how strong she was. And she certainly felt strong…

Her vision had nearly returned to its full strength if not better. Somehow Violet was able to see such vivid colors and the blackest of blacks. The world somehow looked so beautiful now yet she couldn’t help but still hate it. Flashes of blood flitered her mind, like flashes from a camera. Constantly reminding her of what she had done, constantly reminding her who she had killed.

She didn’t even remember his name…

But she remembered his. Alexander…

As her mind began to settle on everything she felt … confused. She wanted to hate him, and she wanted to thank him but she was afraid of him. What was to become of her? Could she live a life of taking others, could she maybe come out of this?

The clacking of the hooves continued to stomp on the cobblestone when it suddenly stopped. Peeking from behind the drapes of the carriage, Violet was met with beautiful hedges, trimmed into the cleanest shapes. They moved around as if creating a fence behind the gardens that decorated the back of the estate. Violet's red eyes shifted from side to side unseeing of anyone near when she decided to finally step out.

Moving out into the cool night air, Violet's semi-sheer vibrant red, figure-hugging gown sparkled with the moon. She wore her hair down, curled in soft waves that adorned her back as her black locks framed her pale face, making her red eyes pop even more in the evening.

She always enjoyed the night. She wondered if that was fates cruel way of preparing her for what was to come. Looking over her shoulder she watched the carriage take off, pausing for a moment as she realized now she was stuck. Looking back at the estate and then glancing once again over her shoulder into the dark forest behind the estate her mind began to flourish with ideas.

She could run…

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: The woods
Mention:
Interactions: @helo Callum
Appearance: No shoes | Thin white long dress | Heavy black cloak with hood

Ari couldn't suppress a soft giggle as she listened to his decree, her cheeks flushing pink with embarrassment at the stir she had caused. But it wasn't the "royal shoulder" she felt nervous about approaching; it was Cal's shoulder. She felt it wasn't appropriate to explain that, especially not in her current state. So, she shook her head with a smile, biting back her words.

“Then may Sorian embody and be protected by the phoenix, loftiest of birds.” Her mind wandered with the thought. The people so heavily burned by the society that was forced upon them, rising up to create something beautiful…to create..chaos.

“And you, a fire that brings warmth on the coldest nights. I am lucky to have better fires near me.” Ari’s face lit up with a smile as the compliment. She couldn’t help but wonder what kind of fire Callum would be.

Getting ready to speak Ari tried to gain the courage to tell him how she felt but the guards approached the event sharing news of Violet and her missing once again. Slumping slightly she let out a soft sigh. That Lady Violet Damien was always getting herself into something, clearly she needed a handler.

Seeing Callum's excitement at the prospect of mischief, Ari followed slightly behind him, ready to watch the show about to unfold. "I command you to sheath your weapons immediately," he declared. Then, without missing a beat, Ari chimed in from behind Callum, her words slurred with drunkenness, "Yeah! And take off your boots!" She held a proud expression, contributing her own form of mischief as she swayed back and forth, giggling slightly.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Ariella Edwards
Time: Evening
Location: The woods
Mention:
Interactions: Callum @Helo
Appearance: No shoes | Thin white long dress | Heavy black cloak with hood

Still feeling as if she were suspended mid-air, Ari shifted slightly as she tried to keep her balance which admittedly she wasn’t very good at even when not under the influence of some strange drink.

She reached for her bottle and took it back from Callum before taking another swig to get the horrible taste from her mouth. The alcohol was starting to hit her as she reached out to Callum without thought, her hand gripping his shoulder for support as she wobbled slightly. Looking down at her red hair she smiled softly “ I always hated it… but when you put it like that it does look like fire.” She paused for a moment before realizing her hand was still on his shoulder. “ Oh! Sorry” She quickly withdrew her hand now that she was more stable on her feet.

” I read once that fire symbolized destruction and ruin…” she spoke softly “ which is true but I think it can also be a sign of power and change. Rebirth, like a phoenix rising from the ashes of its own destruction. “ she smiled “ I love fire for that reason…it’s very misunderstood.” Although to her, Ari was speaking quite well in reality, she struggled to get the words out, enough that Cal likely understood but in her drunken state the words were slurring together slightly.

🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Location: Damien Estate
Time: Sola 23 / Night

Time seemed to pass rather quickly as Violet was already finished getting ready. Lianna had lent her a rather beautiful red gown. It was different from her normal attire but the dress seemed to fit her like a glove. Her deep black hair was loose and curled as it sat against her pale bareback, the contrast making her normally pale skin appear almost luminescent. What was striking about all of it was her face.

Violet had also managed to use some of Lianna’s makeup, covering up the already healing scar that tainted her face. Her once large disfigurement was now nothing more than a faded line across her face. It certainly wasn’t gone, and if you were to look for it you would find it but at first glance Violet appeared to have her original appearance. Her large red eyes were also adorned with makeup, the black smokey color made the red of her eyes pop even more than they already did.

Violet even took some time to assist Lady Lianna with her dress, hair, and makeup, trying to repay some of the courtesy. Lianna's dress was much more modest than the one Violet had chosen. Hers was a flowing dress of gold and black. Once they were finished she helped wheel her out into the grand foyer awaiting Alexander's return.

“Do you have an excuse prepared for your absence? You've been missing for quite some time?” Lianna was sure Alexander had something in mind but she wished

to test the young girl's wit.

“If by some means they notice my absence which will be a surprise in itself, I will just tell them I had to make an emergency stop at the tailors as my gown had a tear in it. I tried to mend it myself, ended up cutting my finger with some sheers and decided to just seek out a professional. It explains the new attire and my absence.” She smiled lightly “I’ve never been known to attend a party on time.” She wasn’t sure why or how she remembered that, her mind had been such a fog but it was as if small bits and pieces were returned, an incomplete puzzle of sorts.

“I guess we all have that in common.” Alexander beamed as he walked to the foyer wearing a silver and black tailcoat and black slacks holding a mask in each of his hands. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, taking in the sight of Violet and Lianna. “...Stunning. Absolutely stunning. How could I have kept two beauties waiting on me like this?” Looking between the two in awe, his eyes stopped on Violet.

“Red? It looks… It's perfect… but your mask is black. I hope that doesn't ruin things. Your other dress matched quite splendidly. Apologies.” He spoke with an expression of concern.

Violet took notice of the change in demeanor in Alexander. He went from crass, stern and rigged to bubbly and up beat. “I won't be wearing a mask tonight,” she said simply. The couple respectively turned their attention to her answer. She didn't feel like she needed to add more reason, but for once Violet would really be seen, she was done hiding behind masks. “No need to apologize. I think it was a welcomed improvement, all thanks to your lovely wife for lending me the beautiful gown.”

“One that I wore such a long time ago.”

“I remember it, my love. It's a fine night to see it once again.” Alexander gave Violet a courteous nod. “Shall we?” Alexander more so asked rhetorically as he walked past the two and swung open the front door. Out front seemed to be the same carriage as previous but the driver was a different man. He had the same odd practice of never looking their way and concerned with but a singular task.

Alexander placed himself behind Lianna so he could push her out.

Violet, however, stood back for a moment, watching Lianna and her pet walk from the home. Was this her future? The solution her mother mentioned finding…an empty shell to follow the demands and needs of others? That wasn’t a life, not for her.

Her mask was off, and she didn’t plan on wearing a new one.

Violet followed behind them, shutting the door of the manor and joining them into their carriage.

Though, late. The night was still young and filled with so many intricate secrets to uncover.

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🗡 Roses and Daggers 🎕

Time: Evening
Location: The woods
Mention: Callum @helo
Interactions:
Appearance: No shoes | Thin white long dress | Heavy black cloak with hood

The words Callum expressed caused Ari to freeze in the moment. Her eyes widened slightly in reaction as they sobered her up just enough to comprehend their meaning. ” We won't let your mother take freedom from you.”

From a life met with so much ugliness and hate, Callum, likely unknowingly just gave her the kindest gift anyone had ever presented her. Looking at the bottle as she felt butterflies fill her belly she brought the bottle to her lips taking another large mouthful of the fiery liquid. Although Callum saw himself as a force of destruction, Ari saw him as a bringer of peace.

The rest of his statement did bring a sense of sadness to her mood. Although she knew the Prince would never be interested in her in such a way she had hoped, maybe even the tiniest amount that his actions were met with care for her and not just revenge. She smiled non the less, not allowing her emotion to show before nodding along in agreeance.

She grinned “ What about you?” she asked her friend “ Will you be free?” She kept her voice low to match his as they reached the fire. “Mother does think you to be a troublemaker, so it wouldn’t be a lie. She forbids me from seeing you again” She scoffed before taking another drink as her balance seemed to waver slightly. “ I never listened to her before and I don't plan on starting anytime soon” She giggled softly to herself.

Taking attention to the shaman “ Oh .. Tea...Right!” She extended her hand out to Cal offering the bottle. “ Would you mind holding this for me?” Without much else Ariella left Callum's side to fetch the tea from the shaman. She stopped for a moment to appreciate the singing and dancing that Roman and Mina performed, but her eyes too kept getting drawn back to the fire that Callum continued to watch with intent.

Taking the tea in one drink she set the cup down onto the shaman's tray before returning to Callum's side. She was about to speak but felt like her feet were no longer touching the grass. Looking down she watched the ground float away from her as her eyes widened “Whoa…” she whispered. Her eyes moved up to look at the fire that appeared to dance to the beat of the music, thrashing and crackling as the beautiful lights illuminated the pair. “...it’s beautiful” she said softly as if in a trance by its movement, so focused she didn't hear Anastasia shout about the party.