Written By Avita
Nov. 5, 2023, 3:23 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
Oh, Diary...
You've no idea the things I've got planned.
Oh, no, nothing quite like that.
Not yet.
I speak of Fashion, darling.
I speak of art given motion, of words given voice, of songs once lifeless now sung with spirits high, of that which is seen most clearly through a mirror thoroughly broken.
No.
I don't care to elaborate.
Good of you to ask.
Just know that a story is being told, and she dances between the lines you read, laughing at the blindness of the eyes that seek her there yet cannot see her sinful cipher.
You've no idea the things I've got planned.
Oh, no, nothing quite like that.
Not yet.
I speak of Fashion, darling.
I speak of art given motion, of words given voice, of songs once lifeless now sung with spirits high, of that which is seen most clearly through a mirror thoroughly broken.
No.
I don't care to elaborate.
Good of you to ask.
Just know that a story is being told, and she dances between the lines you read, laughing at the blindness of the eyes that seek her there yet cannot see her sinful cipher.
Written By Avita
Nov. 5, 2023, 3:08 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Dearest Diary the Second, Replacement for my judgmental Man-Journal of Previous Entries,
My protege is a man of many talents, and I feel that my opinion of him has gone unsaid. This has been selfish of me.
Everyone deserves to know my opinion of them.
Count Duarte Amadeo, a man that tell a tale -and- tend your feet all at the same time -- a multitasker, a prime utility, the finest tool in your shed.
Yes, Count Duarte Amadeo is quite a tool, indeed.
If nothing else, he has never bored me.
-Abandoned- me, certainly.
I didn't much care for that, Diary, not one little bit.
My heart may be wounded, the shadows grow darker, but I have overcome and, selflessly and with immeasurable grace, I have learned how to forgive him.
Mm?
How?
Oh, come now, he worked hard for such a boon.
I can't just go giving it away.
My protege is a man of many talents, and I feel that my opinion of him has gone unsaid. This has been selfish of me.
Everyone deserves to know my opinion of them.
Count Duarte Amadeo, a man that tell a tale -and- tend your feet all at the same time -- a multitasker, a prime utility, the finest tool in your shed.
Yes, Count Duarte Amadeo is quite a tool, indeed.
If nothing else, he has never bored me.
-Abandoned- me, certainly.
I didn't much care for that, Diary, not one little bit.
My heart may be wounded, the shadows grow darker, but I have overcome and, selflessly and with immeasurable grace, I have learned how to forgive him.
Mm?
How?
Oh, come now, he worked hard for such a boon.
I can't just go giving it away.
Written By Avita
Nov. 5, 2023, 2:59 p.m.(2/20/1021 AR)
Dear Diary,
I deserve this, you know.
I insist.
All of this and more.
... what do you mean 'what is 'this'?'?
Last I checked it, it wasn't any of your business what my words -meant-, darling.
But, as I am a most generous soul, so kind and so selfless, I suppose I shall let you in on a secret.
Come closer, secrets should only be shared in whispers.
... Closer, my dear, I won't bite.
... What was -that- look?!
Well, fine!
You can just stay in the dark, blindly staggering around in the shadows cast by my radiance.
I'll have you know there are many a man that would KILL for me to whisper secrets into their ear!
HMPH.
I deserve this, you know.
I insist.
All of this and more.
... what do you mean 'what is 'this'?'?
Last I checked it, it wasn't any of your business what my words -meant-, darling.
But, as I am a most generous soul, so kind and so selfless, I suppose I shall let you in on a secret.
Come closer, secrets should only be shared in whispers.
... Closer, my dear, I won't bite.
... What was -that- look?!
Well, fine!
You can just stay in the dark, blindly staggering around in the shadows cast by my radiance.
I'll have you know there are many a man that would KILL for me to whisper secrets into their ear!
HMPH.
Written By Avita
Oct. 22, 2023, 12:05 p.m.(1/20/1021 AR)
Dear Diary,
Today I had reason to return to Seraceni Manor, rather than warming myself by the fire in my own assuredly very humble abode.
Upon arriving, and making my way to the main chamber where I keep a spare bed on the off chance that I should -have- to remain overnight, I found that my wardrobe had been RANSACKED.
Outraged, I made my way back out into the Manor proper, following a trail of my carefully curated clothing all the way down the hall and out into the water garden.
Have a guess at what I found, Diary, do.
Go on.
Guess.
... No.
Gods, how I wish that was what I found.
What I found, darling, was my husband.
Unconcious, spilled into the pool-drowned map of this place, REEKING OF MY GOOD WINE, AND WEARING MY FAVOURITE STARLIGHT SILK NIGHTROBE!
He had the BARE AUDACITY to look GOOD in it!
Gods damn his skintone.
... mm?
... No, I didn't help him out of the water!
We do not award criminal behaviour in Ischia.
... What do you mean that's not illegal?!
It was blatant highway robery!
Today I had reason to return to Seraceni Manor, rather than warming myself by the fire in my own assuredly very humble abode.
Upon arriving, and making my way to the main chamber where I keep a spare bed on the off chance that I should -have- to remain overnight, I found that my wardrobe had been RANSACKED.
Outraged, I made my way back out into the Manor proper, following a trail of my carefully curated clothing all the way down the hall and out into the water garden.
Have a guess at what I found, Diary, do.
Go on.
Guess.
... No.
Gods, how I wish that was what I found.
What I found, darling, was my husband.
Unconcious, spilled into the pool-drowned map of this place, REEKING OF MY GOOD WINE, AND WEARING MY FAVOURITE STARLIGHT SILK NIGHTROBE!
He had the BARE AUDACITY to look GOOD in it!
Gods damn his skintone.
... mm?
... No, I didn't help him out of the water!
We do not award criminal behaviour in Ischia.
... What do you mean that's not illegal?!
It was blatant highway robery!
Written By Avita
Oct. 22, 2023, 11:51 a.m.(1/20/1021 AR)
Dear Diary,
Do you know what I miss when I'm here in this frozen hellscape, watching the creeping chill all but consume the view from my window in its frosty, greedy little grip?
My well-oiled smooth-chested frond fanning followers.
I can't exactly make them strip down, oil up and go about their usual business knee deep in snow.
... could I?
... no...
No.
That would be cruel.
... Then again ...
If I were to have them first build great blazes by which to stand as they fanned me -- given I refuse to be fanned when I've not cause to be fanned, even though it should rile my flames all the hotter than they normally are -- I suppose it would be more than fair to have their resume their duties.
Besides, it would make the oil shine so beautifully.
I am, above all else, an aesthete.
Do you know what I miss when I'm here in this frozen hellscape, watching the creeping chill all but consume the view from my window in its frosty, greedy little grip?
My well-oiled smooth-chested frond fanning followers.
I can't exactly make them strip down, oil up and go about their usual business knee deep in snow.
... could I?
... no...
No.
That would be cruel.
... Then again ...
If I were to have them first build great blazes by which to stand as they fanned me -- given I refuse to be fanned when I've not cause to be fanned, even though it should rile my flames all the hotter than they normally are -- I suppose it would be more than fair to have their resume their duties.
Besides, it would make the oil shine so beautifully.
I am, above all else, an aesthete.
Written By Avita
Oct. 22, 2023, 11:34 a.m.(1/20/1021 AR)
If ever you have asked yourself if you were worthy of wonder, if you were destined for distinction, you must only know one thing:
You are all that you believe you are.
... Two things:
You are all that you believe you are, but I am better.
I am always better.
There.
Wasn't that inspiring?
You are all that you believe you are.
... Two things:
You are all that you believe you are, but I am better.
I am always better.
There.
Wasn't that inspiring?
Written By Avita
Oct. 15, 2023, 9:40 a.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
Dearest Diary,
... Are you new?
I don't believe I've bestowed my glorious words upon you before...
... No, I do believe I'd remember you.
No matter.
Did you know that in Ischia, we believe a life is lived thrice?
Oh, it's a funny little story, my dear, based -- of all things -- upon a traditional tea that we brew.
The first cup is gentle.
The second cup is strong.
The third cup is bitter.
I suppose my question is this: Which cup do we sup upon now?
There's more to the story, of course, there's always more. But, if you want to know the truth, you'd have to ask me nicely, darling.
Perhaps when I find myself sated, pleased with your method of asking, I might let you sip from -my- cup, darling.
Wouldn't that be a treat?
... Are you new?
I don't believe I've bestowed my glorious words upon you before...
... No, I do believe I'd remember you.
No matter.
Did you know that in Ischia, we believe a life is lived thrice?
Oh, it's a funny little story, my dear, based -- of all things -- upon a traditional tea that we brew.
The first cup is gentle.
The second cup is strong.
The third cup is bitter.
I suppose my question is this: Which cup do we sup upon now?
There's more to the story, of course, there's always more. But, if you want to know the truth, you'd have to ask me nicely, darling.
Perhaps when I find myself sated, pleased with your method of asking, I might let you sip from -my- cup, darling.
Wouldn't that be a treat?
Written By Avita
Oct. 15, 2023, 9:15 a.m.(1/6/1021 AR)
Dear Diary,
Yes. I do want that part written.
That, too. For posterity.
My husband has begun threatening me with forceful extractions from this place.
I know you're reading this, you spite-fueled twazzock.
You'll have to find me first!
If I go missing, darling, don't believe the letters.
He's done this to me.
Yes. I do want that part written.
That, too. For posterity.
My husband has begun threatening me with forceful extractions from this place.
I know you're reading this, you spite-fueled twazzock.
You'll have to find me first!
If I go missing, darling, don't believe the letters.
He's done this to me.
Written By Avita
Oct. 6, 2023, 10:01 a.m.(9/2/1020 AR)
Dear Diary the Second,
I have sat, and I have wondered
What this city has left to plunder,
What grand depths yet remain,
Or secrets our enemies should hope to gain
Through vain and violent revolution?
As though their victory is some foregone conclusion,
As though surrender is the only solution,
As they steal, like thieves, through our shadows' long
And woeful cast, our war-worn hearts, and worries wrong,
Blind to or negligent of our keen and ready blades.
I have sat, and I have wondered
What this city has left to plunder,
What grand depths yet remain,
Or secrets our enemies should hope to gain
Through vain and violent revolution?
As though their victory is some foregone conclusion,
As though surrender is the only solution,
As they steal, like thieves, through our shadows' long
And woeful cast, our war-worn hearts, and worries wrong,
Blind to or negligent of our keen and ready blades.
Written By Avita
Oct. 6, 2023, 9:32 a.m.(9/2/1020 AR)
Dear Diary,
That's your name now, Scholar, a reminder: Listen, don't speak.
There are those whom have come to me, asking the aid of Ischia in whatever is to come, and I have lent it.
There are those whom have come to me and begged my counsel in matters personal and political, and freely I have given of myself to soothe their sorrows and guide their hand -- such is my way.
I am, after all, a most benevolent soul.
Generous, kind, humble...
... When I say don't speak, Diary, it extends to your expressions.
Just write.
You would think I should be elated by the happenings in the worl-- ... what did I just say?!
That's your name now, Scholar, a reminder: Listen, don't speak.
There are those whom have come to me, asking the aid of Ischia in whatever is to come, and I have lent it.
There are those whom have come to me and begged my counsel in matters personal and political, and freely I have given of myself to soothe their sorrows and guide their hand -- such is my way.
I am, after all, a most benevolent soul.
Generous, kind, humble...
... When I say don't speak, Diary, it extends to your expressions.
Just write.
You would think I should be elated by the happenings in the worl-- ... what did I just say?!
Written By Avita
Jan. 30, 2022, 9 p.m.(1/11/1017 AR)
I need something. Something new.
Something ... blue.
Something appropriate of this weather, without surrendering the majesty of my body -- after all, to cover all of this up would be tantamount to denying the rabble their view of the sunrise in these otherwise dark and seemingly hopeless times.
Goodness, sometimes I think the sight of me is the only thing keeping these people going.
It's kind of me to suffer the chill to bring that light to their sad little lives.
Something ... blue.
Something appropriate of this weather, without surrendering the majesty of my body -- after all, to cover all of this up would be tantamount to denying the rabble their view of the sunrise in these otherwise dark and seemingly hopeless times.
Goodness, sometimes I think the sight of me is the only thing keeping these people going.
It's kind of me to suffer the chill to bring that light to their sad little lives.
Written By Avita
Dec. 19, 2021, 5:25 p.m.(10/11/1016 AR)
I have all of these writs.
Fantastical amounts of writs.
... And I've no projects to use them on.
Fantastical amounts of writs.
... And I've no projects to use them on.
Written By Avita
Dec. 12, 2021, 5:48 p.m.(9/25/1016 AR)
I have been asked, and asked often, just how I manage to be so unspeakably glorious all the time.
My darlings, I wake up this way.
My darlings, I wake up this way.
Written By Avita
Dec. 5, 2021, 5:58 p.m.(9/11/1016 AR)
Well, fine.
Don't write to me, then.
You're all dead to me.
Don't write to me, then.
You're all dead to me.
Written By Avita
Nov. 28, 2021, 3:41 p.m.(8/24/1016 AR)
You know, I have noticed something, what with the compassionate attentions I give the people of this place, even though most seem not to appreciate my selfless efforts.
People have problems.
People are also, however, tragically uninspired.
Not all problems require a warhammer, but rather a chisel and a gentle hand.
Well, my hands are the most gentle in the Compact.
As I am so generous, so benevolent and so kind, I have decided that I will lend my unrivaled wisdom to those that lack the will or wit to find artful solutions of their own.
Once per fortnight, I shall open myself to the questions of those suffering with their common doldrums, and I shall dispense, at no cost to them, nor benefit to my most gracious self, advice that is sure to enrich and embolden their dreary little lives in ways they could not have previously hoped.
Perhaps, in keeping records of my persevering pansophy, others might learn from the issues of these poor, unfortunate souls, and find comfort without ever, -ever- ...
... EVER ...
... Actually talking to me.
Mm. That does sound wonderful, doesn't it?
People have problems.
People are also, however, tragically uninspired.
Not all problems require a warhammer, but rather a chisel and a gentle hand.
Well, my hands are the most gentle in the Compact.
As I am so generous, so benevolent and so kind, I have decided that I will lend my unrivaled wisdom to those that lack the will or wit to find artful solutions of their own.
Once per fortnight, I shall open myself to the questions of those suffering with their common doldrums, and I shall dispense, at no cost to them, nor benefit to my most gracious self, advice that is sure to enrich and embolden their dreary little lives in ways they could not have previously hoped.
Perhaps, in keeping records of my persevering pansophy, others might learn from the issues of these poor, unfortunate souls, and find comfort without ever, -ever- ...
... EVER ...
... Actually talking to me.
Mm. That does sound wonderful, doesn't it?
Written By Avita
Nov. 28, 2021, 3:04 p.m.(8/24/1016 AR)
So few have managed to entertain me as of late...
... In fact, I have been so bereft of satisfying scheme that I thought, perhaps, there were none up to the task of stealing my interest, even for some scant, scandalous moment in time.
No sordid sins, no diplomatic debauchery, no invention, nor audacious artifice...
Oh, my dear, how lonesome this place seems atimes -- as though the sun had long since set upon this dreary horizon, anxiously awaiting my auriferous arrival, only to refuse my luminous influences once I've come!
It's just rude, I tell you.
But, I've not come to complain about it, no.
Such is not my way, as any can attest to.
No, no ... I am here, in fact, to sing the praises of a man that, for an evening, caused me to ask questions.
Can you believe it?
He made me ... -curious-.
It's as some narcotic haze, isn't it? One in which I would so willfully drown within, dragged beneath, and be reborn more radiant than ever before on the other side.
And even still, I would beg for more.
... well, perhaps not beg.
Such is not my way, as ... oh, we've done this already, haven't we?
Still, it is true.
Ah, but what an enchanting evening, with miraculous flora in immaculate, if admittedly common surroundings, spent truly conversing with one of the Chain's most delightfully spirited men.
Could it be?
I could very well have made a friend!
... In fact, I have been so bereft of satisfying scheme that I thought, perhaps, there were none up to the task of stealing my interest, even for some scant, scandalous moment in time.
No sordid sins, no diplomatic debauchery, no invention, nor audacious artifice...
Oh, my dear, how lonesome this place seems atimes -- as though the sun had long since set upon this dreary horizon, anxiously awaiting my auriferous arrival, only to refuse my luminous influences once I've come!
It's just rude, I tell you.
But, I've not come to complain about it, no.
Such is not my way, as any can attest to.
No, no ... I am here, in fact, to sing the praises of a man that, for an evening, caused me to ask questions.
Can you believe it?
He made me ... -curious-.
It's as some narcotic haze, isn't it? One in which I would so willfully drown within, dragged beneath, and be reborn more radiant than ever before on the other side.
And even still, I would beg for more.
... well, perhaps not beg.
Such is not my way, as ... oh, we've done this already, haven't we?
Still, it is true.
Ah, but what an enchanting evening, with miraculous flora in immaculate, if admittedly common surroundings, spent truly conversing with one of the Chain's most delightfully spirited men.
Could it be?
I could very well have made a friend!
Written By Avita
Nov. 21, 2021, 11:28 a.m.(8/10/1016 AR)
Relationship Note on Tovell
He dropped me, he -pushed- me into that quicksand -- I don't care what anyone that saw it says, they are, as ever, wrong. I know what happened, and any that speak to the contrary are liars and rogues most foul. -- and yet still he stands. I suppose it is commendable, in some manner or another, that he came to face the consequences. As a most benevolent, and ultimately generous woman, I shall give him his chance at redemption ... though, I do suspect I know how this story ends.
Written By Avita
Nov. 6, 2021, 12:26 a.m.(7/7/1016 AR)
An addendum:
He did make turtle noises.
... I suppose it was ... ... adequate.
He did make turtle noises.
... I suppose it was ... ... adequate.
Written By Avita
Nov. 6, 2021, 12:16 a.m.(7/7/1016 AR)
Marquessa Avita S.
Home of Seraceni, Ischia
Rating: *....
First of all, how dare you.
Recently I had the displeasure, the absolute misfortune, of receiving carriage from one "Sir" Tovell Telmar.
The reception was impersonal, the atmosphere was less than ideal, and the service was, perhaps, the worst I have ever had.
He didn't even seem to -see- my outfit -- which is SPECTACULAR, I will have you know -- and offered not even the barest hint of a kind word, and instead I had to get my accolaides from Marquis Fairen Leary, whom apparently is the only man in this entire operation to appreciate a Lady and her innovative fashion.
He is the reason for the one star in this otherwise TRAGIC outing.
This, however, is not where "Sir" Tovell Telmar's heinous behaviour ended. Not by a long shot. Whilst carrying me through the briars and the marsh, he had the bare AUDACITY to DROP me for absolutely no reason, without so much of a breath of warning, shattering one of my -priceless- and irreplacable souls, -ruining- my carefully crafted ensomble, and covering my very expensive and newly custom made slippers, which will now have to be professionally tended, out of MY pocket, I'm told.
Unforgivable.
I attempted to flee from his horrid behaviour and safe myself his brutish company from further butchering my stunning attire, and during an expedition where he was meant to protect me, he chased me into the sucking abyss of sediment I'm told is called quicksand, but there was nothing quick about it! Even this was a disappointing experience, and I feel as though I have been mislead in my expectations, which have, by now, turned bitter.
I began to sink.
He chased me in there, grabbing at me like a fiend! I'm sure I heard him mutter something about killing me.
It was a NIGHTMARE! An absolute ... -nightmare-!
I called for my husband, to no avail. I'm certain he did something to him, as well, heartless beast that he is, and my heart is appropriately broken, for I am sure that I shall never see him again, and will have to make my own breakfast, if all of my servants were to suddenly perish... as I was certain I was about to in his 'care'.
He then let me sink. I think he enjoyed watching it!
I don't remember the rest of it, so traumatised as I was, and I'm thankful for that.
Would not recommend.
Sincerely,
Disappointed
Written By Avita
July 4, 2021, 8:42 p.m.(10/11/1015 AR)
In the market for: One husband.
Now, I know what you're thinking:
"But, Avita, O sweet image of loveliness," You're saying to yourself, "To the grand heartbreak of all, you already have a husband!"
But it is here that I must correct you. You see, our dear Ciaphas, once Marquis-Consort of the most appropriately beautific March of Ischia, has spilled Setarco wine. This, in itself, might have been enough to condemn him to a terrible fate. But, that was not the end of his vicious tirade of truculence ... not by far.
He spilled this nectar of the gods, this precious, ambrosial lifeblood of the very finest the Compact has to offer, upon my new dress.
My new ... starlight silk ... dress. This offense, as unforgivable as it is, transpired before I could bestow upon all the glorious view of my sinuous form draped in this exquisite finery, and for this ... I apologise.
I only hope we might all one day recover from this unparalleled tragedy.
As you might expect, he is dead now.
Accepting applications for a man that will not -RUIN EVERYTHING-.
Now, I know what you're thinking:
"But, Avita, O sweet image of loveliness," You're saying to yourself, "To the grand heartbreak of all, you already have a husband!"
But it is here that I must correct you. You see, our dear Ciaphas, once Marquis-Consort of the most appropriately beautific March of Ischia, has spilled Setarco wine. This, in itself, might have been enough to condemn him to a terrible fate. But, that was not the end of his vicious tirade of truculence ... not by far.
He spilled this nectar of the gods, this precious, ambrosial lifeblood of the very finest the Compact has to offer, upon my new dress.
My new ... starlight silk ... dress. This offense, as unforgivable as it is, transpired before I could bestow upon all the glorious view of my sinuous form draped in this exquisite finery, and for this ... I apologise.
I only hope we might all one day recover from this unparalleled tragedy.
As you might expect, he is dead now.
Accepting applications for a man that will not -RUIN EVERYTHING-.
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