Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 14:08:55 GMT -5
We were the kings and queens of promise
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between heaven and hell
Heaven and hell
We were the victims of ourselves
Maybe the children of a lesser God
Between heaven and hell
Heaven and hell
outfit | @nella
Family was a such a complicated thing that, sometimes, Theo was terribly glad his own was distant enough that he had to see them only once a month - if that. With his daughter at school - and not speaking to him -, there was little reason for him to see Lester and his own progeny. Malcolm had always been more distant, for one reason or another, and whoever knew where Dorian ended up. With his parents dead and Black relatives wrapped so deeply in politics that he was keeping a safe distance just in case, the only actual family Theo had left to bother him was his Aunt Bianca and the woman was all the way to Bulgaria. Even so, she managed to be annoyingly present in her letters and in her demands and Theo could not find it in himself to brush her away. So like his late mother, in looks and temperament, Bianca was all that was left of Beatrix other than himself and- well, he was sentimental enough that it mattered. After giving his mother's ring to Sera - and the cool reception was actually a relief, for he would not have known what to do with anything else -, he had been more interested in acquiring the portrait of his mother that Aunt Bianca had with her and one thing led to another. Theo had not, in fact, picked up the portrait yet. Maybe it was fear, maybe it was apprehension. He did not know. But his correspondence with his mother's sister was still irritatingly frequent and, as of late, the woman had started to bother him about her granddaughter - daughter of Theo's own cousin. The girl was a friend of Serafina's and had been awestruck when they first met - which never ceased to amuse him. His own insistence that she should call him by his name, for they were family, and the fleeting but intense interest he had displayed on the wisp of a girl - pretty but not overly interesting other than her mind - had had her lovesick in the span of a weekend. Fun but otherwise entirely unrelated to anything Theo wanted.
He had a wife already - and didn't even know if he wanted one - and the girl was family. He could not play with her, even if he found anything of worth in her personality to justify the effort. Even so, he kept an eye on her at the request of his aunt and made sure she hadn't thrown herself from whatever tower she could reach in school. Sera would tell him if the silly chit did anything drastic and that had been it, really. Except that in her last letter, Aunt Bianca had said little Anne was supposed to go back to Durmstrang for the next term to be married by the end of it - likely to Bianca's own stepson, if she could arrange it. No, that wouldn't do. If little Anne left, there was no chance of her brother coming over to Britain and there went Theo's chance to influence the next Travers lord. Not that he wanted to, of course. But being deprived from the possibility was unacceptable. Besides, Sera was rather fond of the silly girl and he would not deprive his daughter of whatever support she had now that she needed constancy in her life. Anne would have to stay - which meant Theo would have to meddle. Finding her a husband in Britain wouldn't be too difficult - impeccable breeding, Continental education, easy on the eye. Young enough to be enticing but not too young to be impossible to marry right away. It would be a lot less trouble than it would have been if the girl was a little less eager to please.
As it was, rumours about the new Lady Kvothe and the unfortunate demise of her brother and the heir of her family had made the rounds and reached Theo's ears, which meant that there was a newly instated heir in need of a bride somewhere in the Continent - but with enough British ties that it would not be impossible for him to wish to stay longer in Britain and maybe even foster his young wife's younger brother. For all that Theo had little wish to make small talk, much less actually try and negotiate a marriage, he had to try. Once the idea entered his mind, it would no leave. So he had sent Lady Kvothe a letter, politely inviting her for tea. The location was one of his personal favourites and, during the day, the casino garden's were a perfectly acceptable location for a lady of good breeding to meet an upstanding, married lord. Sipping the wine that had been served to him and glancing at his watch, Theo watched as the woman walked over to him. Etiquette demanded that he stand and greet her properly so he did, even if the trappings of polite society quite tired him these days. "Lady Kvothe, thank you for coming," he smiled, charmingly, bowing slightly over her hand. She was foreign, her husband not Sacred Twenty Eight. Whilst Theo was from the family's secondary branch, his position still secured him an exalted place and he need not bother with overt displays of reverence. "Please, let us be seated. I've ordered tea," with a wave of his hand, he pulled her chair for her.
He had a wife already - and didn't even know if he wanted one - and the girl was family. He could not play with her, even if he found anything of worth in her personality to justify the effort. Even so, he kept an eye on her at the request of his aunt and made sure she hadn't thrown herself from whatever tower she could reach in school. Sera would tell him if the silly chit did anything drastic and that had been it, really. Except that in her last letter, Aunt Bianca had said little Anne was supposed to go back to Durmstrang for the next term to be married by the end of it - likely to Bianca's own stepson, if she could arrange it. No, that wouldn't do. If little Anne left, there was no chance of her brother coming over to Britain and there went Theo's chance to influence the next Travers lord. Not that he wanted to, of course. But being deprived from the possibility was unacceptable. Besides, Sera was rather fond of the silly girl and he would not deprive his daughter of whatever support she had now that she needed constancy in her life. Anne would have to stay - which meant Theo would have to meddle. Finding her a husband in Britain wouldn't be too difficult - impeccable breeding, Continental education, easy on the eye. Young enough to be enticing but not too young to be impossible to marry right away. It would be a lot less trouble than it would have been if the girl was a little less eager to please.
As it was, rumours about the new Lady Kvothe and the unfortunate demise of her brother and the heir of her family had made the rounds and reached Theo's ears, which meant that there was a newly instated heir in need of a bride somewhere in the Continent - but with enough British ties that it would not be impossible for him to wish to stay longer in Britain and maybe even foster his young wife's younger brother. For all that Theo had little wish to make small talk, much less actually try and negotiate a marriage, he had to try. Once the idea entered his mind, it would no leave. So he had sent Lady Kvothe a letter, politely inviting her for tea. The location was one of his personal favourites and, during the day, the casino garden's were a perfectly acceptable location for a lady of good breeding to meet an upstanding, married lord. Sipping the wine that had been served to him and glancing at his watch, Theo watched as the woman walked over to him. Etiquette demanded that he stand and greet her properly so he did, even if the trappings of polite society quite tired him these days. "Lady Kvothe, thank you for coming," he smiled, charmingly, bowing slightly over her hand. She was foreign, her husband not Sacred Twenty Eight. Whilst Theo was from the family's secondary branch, his position still secured him an exalted place and he need not bother with overt displays of reverence. "Please, let us be seated. I've ordered tea," with a wave of his hand, he pulled her chair for her.
