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[attr="class","title-roma"] Glory and Gore

[attr="class","subtitle-roma"]Delicate in every way but one (the swordplay)
God knows we like archaic kinds of fun (the old way)

[attr="class","wordz-roma"] This had been arranged for some time, in that бабушка had dropped by some hours ago, before Roma had somehow partially destroyed Nora's beds, and mentioned that she was seeing her brother tonight, and Roma, as the closest grandchild who still possessed magic of her own, was taking her. It was admittedly impossible to argue with that logic, and Roma knew from decades of experience it was best not to ask questions such as Когда ты приехал, бабушка?¹, Как вы пришли, бабушка?², or worst and most damning of all: Как долго ты прятался, прежде чем дать мне знать, что ты здесь, бабушка?³

Semele Dolohova Avery was never a presence to be questioned, after all. She had never forgotten she was a Dolohov, and rarely would someone call her anything other than her maiden name. She was often heard to say she'd only ever married the second son, and therefore it was to her discretion which family she represented more. Rarely was it ever Avery, until a grandchild or great-grandchild had made some error, or she'd wanted to pull rank of married names. 

Roma truly didn't mind the interruption to her day, or the sudden change in dinner plans. It was another opportunity to see their Dolohov family, and Semele had always liked to spend as much time as she could with her brother. They were rather close, and Semele always stressed the importance of heritage, even as she forbade Roma from speaking Russian with those who weren't Dolohovs. 

What had begun as a rather lovely day had had a sudden wrench in it, however. Roma had attempted to make a surprise for Eleanor, and plant some new greenery, switch out the spring blooms for the summer blooms. She did vaguely remember Themis telling her about that sometime before her wedding to Ephraim, though Themis had admittedly not held her vodka as well as Roma had that night. That had not been a trait passed down to any of her three children, as far as Roma knew, however. 

Still, she had trusted her sister-in-law, twenty years gone. Themis had been lovely, and quite confident when she'd tried to give Roma tips to be a wife, because Vivienne was a bit cold, and Semele was considered a bit demanding, in Themis's head. Roma had attempted to buy the blossoms-- many names she didn't know, but judging by their price range, seemed like things Eleanor might appreciate.  Unfortunately, it had not gone so well as planned, and after Roma eventually realized she might have killed some, and then some of them had started eating each other. Eating! Roma might not have truly passed her Herbology OWL, but she truly did not recall that plants could do that.

So rather than do the logical thing, and snatch Loraine or Ivan, she'd panicked and started trying to pull them out herself. That had worked, but somehow she'd also trampled a fair portion of the plants, and it was only then she came to her senses and called Sebastian to help-- her friend, and Jules's mentor, rather than any of the Herbologists she knew, to also discuss his progress and his mood. Repairing the garden beds had gone rather well, or at least she had hoped it had. Nora would be coming home soon, and Roma was worried that Nora would either see what she deemed a mess, and know that Roma had accidentally destroyed her garden beds.

But Semele had called for her, and Roma had to leave, come what may. She'd apologized profusely to Seb, Semele made her change from her suit (which Roma had thought was perfectly appropriate) into a dress, and then complained about Roma's natural hair, which had curled out in all the chaos Roma had inadvertently created. Roma was quite sure there were still complaints while they were Apparating, but Semele had settled down as she caught her breath. By the time Roma had escorted her бабушка to gates of the castle the older woman had been born in, she felt only the niggling worry of Eleanor's reaction souring the pleasure of visiting their family. Nora would certainly know, of course, and she'd surely be upset. But what grand gesture to fix it? Surely not a dog. And she doubted there would be a sudden announcement of a grandchild.

"Приятно видеть вас снова,"⁴ Roma said with a warm smile. She did mean it, truly, she did. "Надеюсь, мы не опоздали?" Меня попросили изменить."<sup>5


1</sup> - How did you arrive, babushka?
² - When did you arrive, babushka? 
³ - How long were you hiding before you let me know you were here, babushka?
⁴ - It's good to see you again
 ⁵ - I hope we aren't late? I was asked to change

[attr="class","tags-roma"]☆ @sierra , 738 words, dress, shoes, hair☆

[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai

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in all chaos

there is calculation

Dropping glasses just to hear them break

Antonin had come down to her study this morning and announced that he had invited Semele to dinner. While this was not a rare occurrence, Sierra normally found that she had more than one day’s notice of when exactly his sister-in-law would be arriving. And it was hardly ever for something as formal as dinner. But when he had said it the way that he had she had known better than to argue. Antonin Dolohov had become more of a father to her than Myles Parkinson had been. And she did not even feel too terribly about that. She couldn’t. She had been born a Parkinson, but she had been raised into a Dolohova, and she would always be a Dolohova first.

It was something that she took great pride in. Perhaps it was not the future that she would have wanted. She did not think that she would have chosen to marry as young as she had. But those decisions had been taken away from her. She had been a true child bride. And she knew that it was a complicated situation. She knew that going about her life the way that she had, that growing into the person that she had become. It had all been because she was a Dolohova, and she did not regret that.

As much as her time away from her family had caused distance to grow, ten years back here at home had helped with that. They had been gone for less than a decade. Long enough that they had had both Alexandria and Ikor in Russia, but Miriavetta had been born here in Scotland. And Sierra couldn’t help but wonder if it would make a difference. The little girl’s first language had still been Russian. They spoke nearly exclusive Russian when they were at home. But she didn’t know if there was something that was going to push its way through, that was going to rear its head and show that she had not been born in Moscow.

It did not bother her. Not really. She had not been born in Russia, and she was more a Dolohova than she was anything else. Miriavetta had the blood. She was always going to be a natural born part of this family, and if either of her daughters carried with them as much passion for being a part of this family as Semele did, she thought that she had done her job well. Because that was her job. She was their mother. She was the one that had to instill in them just how passionate they should be about who they were, and where they came from. And her own life was not a good enough guide.

Sierra had loved her mother, but the reciprocation from Tara Parkinson had never been enough. Her mother had loved her older sister more. And there was no one that she thought could even begin to deny that. It was simply how it was. Losing her had not been easy though. Sierra had felt her slip away from them. She had felt her give up living, and that had taken a toll. To know that they had never really been enough. None of them. Knowing that she had given up, that she had felt like she had nothing left to live for… That left an emotional burden that she still hadn’t quite figured out how to put down.

And she knew that it was a tricky situation. She knew that every bit of her life had turned into a one tricky situation after another. But there was little that she could do about it. Continuing on was the only course of action that would be deemed proper, and so that was exactly what she did. Sierra was nothing if she was not perfectly ladylike, if she was not upholding the highest standards that she could for herself, and her home, and her family. Being Lady Dolohova was one thing. It was another thing entirely when Semele was coming for dinner.

Shaking her head with a smile of her own Sierra tucked her arm through Roma’s and led her with her back towards the kitchen where the elves were finishing dinner. “Почему-то я не удивлен.”¹ A light laugh accompanied her remark, but it was in no way out of the ordinary for Semele to be so demanding of someone, “Ты совсем не опоздал. Вы как раз вовремя, чтобы помочь мне выбрать вино.”² There would be vodka, of course. Отец would insist on it. But she preferred to drink wine at dinner, and vodka after the fact. “Мы курили лосось и икру. И Александрия попросила Медовик, так что у нас тоже десерт.”³

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¹“Почему-то я не удивлен.” - Somehow I am not surprised.
²“Ты совсем не опоздал. Вы как раз вовремя, чтобы помочь мне выбрать вино.” - You are not late at all. You are just in time to help me choose a wine.
³"Мы курили лосось и икру. И Александрия попросила Медовик, так что у нас тоже десерт.” - We are having smoked salmon and caviar. And Alexandria requested Medovik, so we have dessert as well.

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