Written By Lys
Jan. 29, 2024, 10:36 p.m.(8/23/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Geralt
Husband-
We didn't marry for convenience. Hell, we didn't really marry for political gain. We married because the world was ending and neither of us wanted to see that alone. I don't love you, yet. But if we survive I can see myself loving you. So I'm going to survive. I'm going to help keep the world alive. Because I want to see our love. I want to build a family. I want our *future*.
We didn't marry for convenience. Hell, we didn't really marry for political gain. We married because the world was ending and neither of us wanted to see that alone. I don't love you, yet. But if we survive I can see myself loving you. So I'm going to survive. I'm going to help keep the world alive. Because I want to see our love. I want to build a family. I want our *future*.
Written By Lys
Jan. 15, 2024, 1:13 a.m.(7/21/1021 AR)
Fuck it. It's the end of the world. Anyone want to be my husband and be a baron for a couple of weeks?
Written By Lys
Jan. 15, 2024, 12:01 a.m.(7/21/1021 AR)
[This White Journal has bold, large lettering at the top of it.]
THE TRUTH AND LIES OF LYS DE LIRE.
I am a liar. I am a con artist, a scammer, a grifter.
I was abandoned as a baby to an orphanage. My parents were last known as 'Lord Valt' and 'Lady Willow'. One was a con artist and the other a grift. Two people pretending to be nobles with the idea in their heads to seduce a real, rich noble to land themselves a rich, titled spouse. Somewhere in their schemes they fell in love. They had me and abandoned me to the orphanage. The status of my parents is unknown. Do they live? Maybe. Are they dead? Maybe.
I grew up there in that orphanage in the Lowers. It was awful. I left younger than I should have. I was never good enough at any job to do well in them. I was too loud, to bright, to charming, to stubborn, to opinionated, to ready to fight. I fought customers, I fought my employers, I fought everyone and everything tooth and nail.
I belonged no where and with no one. I slept on the streets. In the backrooms of shops. I slept in dirt. I slept on the beach once or twice. I didn't always know where I was going to get food from because I was often without a job. And I was so very, very tire of fighting tooth and nail to survive. I was tired of trying to claw my way up to a better life through honesty and hard work.
Then Lord Commander Audric of the Valorous Few was ennobled by Talen Velenosa. As a reward for Talen winning the Rose Tournament, so many many years ago. Audric grew up in the same orphanage as I. So why wouldn't we be related? Why couldn't I be one of his long lost cousins?
I didn't expect him to welcome me with open arms. I didn't expect him to give me everything I had never had. I never expected him to give me a place to belong. I never expected him to teach me how to fight. How to /really/ fight. I didn't expect him to nurture me. To guide me. I didn't expect him to embrace me as family and love me. And yet he did.
I didn't expect him to not only help me awaken my natural abilities but to accept them. As unsavory as most find powers gifted to one by the abyss.
I miss him daily. But it is time to live. Time to let the ghosts go. Time to laugh again.
Time to stop pretending. Time to stop pretending at happiness and find some real joy. Time to step into the light and tell people who I am. I have no desire to harm others. No desire to see the world ended. To be torn asunder. But I am not a good woman. I am a Liar. I am a Trickster. I am a Teller of Tall Tales. Veil smiles upon me. I am telling the world this truth now, so that you know. It is not must job to show you the truth. When you see me, when you meet me, when you hear my words. It is your job to figure out what the truth is and what is ... the trick. The joke. The lie. Because:
I am Alyssa de Lire, Baroness of Afflua, Liar and Trickster.
THE TRUTH AND LIES OF LYS DE LIRE.
I am a liar. I am a con artist, a scammer, a grifter.
I was abandoned as a baby to an orphanage. My parents were last known as 'Lord Valt' and 'Lady Willow'. One was a con artist and the other a grift. Two people pretending to be nobles with the idea in their heads to seduce a real, rich noble to land themselves a rich, titled spouse. Somewhere in their schemes they fell in love. They had me and abandoned me to the orphanage. The status of my parents is unknown. Do they live? Maybe. Are they dead? Maybe.
I grew up there in that orphanage in the Lowers. It was awful. I left younger than I should have. I was never good enough at any job to do well in them. I was too loud, to bright, to charming, to stubborn, to opinionated, to ready to fight. I fought customers, I fought my employers, I fought everyone and everything tooth and nail.
I belonged no where and with no one. I slept on the streets. In the backrooms of shops. I slept in dirt. I slept on the beach once or twice. I didn't always know where I was going to get food from because I was often without a job. And I was so very, very tire of fighting tooth and nail to survive. I was tired of trying to claw my way up to a better life through honesty and hard work.
Then Lord Commander Audric of the Valorous Few was ennobled by Talen Velenosa. As a reward for Talen winning the Rose Tournament, so many many years ago. Audric grew up in the same orphanage as I. So why wouldn't we be related? Why couldn't I be one of his long lost cousins?
I didn't expect him to welcome me with open arms. I didn't expect him to give me everything I had never had. I never expected him to give me a place to belong. I never expected him to teach me how to fight. How to /really/ fight. I didn't expect him to nurture me. To guide me. I didn't expect him to embrace me as family and love me. And yet he did.
I didn't expect him to not only help me awaken my natural abilities but to accept them. As unsavory as most find powers gifted to one by the abyss.
I miss him daily. But it is time to live. Time to let the ghosts go. Time to laugh again.
Time to stop pretending. Time to stop pretending at happiness and find some real joy. Time to step into the light and tell people who I am. I have no desire to harm others. No desire to see the world ended. To be torn asunder. But I am not a good woman. I am a Liar. I am a Trickster. I am a Teller of Tall Tales. Veil smiles upon me. I am telling the world this truth now, so that you know. It is not must job to show you the truth. When you see me, when you meet me, when you hear my words. It is your job to figure out what the truth is and what is ... the trick. The joke. The lie. Because:
I am Alyssa de Lire, Baroness of Afflua, Liar and Trickster.
Written By Lys
Jan. 10, 2024, 1:27 a.m.(7/11/1021 AR)
[Black released to the public]
(1/8/1010 AR)
Willow. Valt. Willow. Valt. Names, supposedly, of my parents. Or at the very least the last known names of them. Two con artists trying to trick what they thought was a noble out of their savings, and ending up with a child with a con artist for their ploy... One rotten to the core, and the other an inveterate liar.
Jokes on me, I guess.
(1/8/1010 AR)
Willow. Valt. Willow. Valt. Names, supposedly, of my parents. Or at the very least the last known names of them. Two con artists trying to trick what they thought was a noble out of their savings, and ending up with a child with a con artist for their ploy... One rotten to the core, and the other an inveterate liar.
Jokes on me, I guess.
Written By Lys
Jan. 10, 2024, 1:10 a.m.(7/11/1021 AR)
I dreamt one last time of my king of stone; once more at his feet, under his unfeeling Stygian gaze. My fingers bloodied at his granite throne, my lips bloodied from begging, my throat raw from screaming. But he was still unmoved… I was not.
I stood from before him and on shaky feet walked away, I did not look back. I will not look back.
Mae would tell me that all things end and to rejoice in the ending for it brings a new beginning.
I stood from before him and on shaky feet walked away, I did not look back. I will not look back.
Mae would tell me that all things end and to rejoice in the ending for it brings a new beginning.
Written By Lys
Jan. 5, 2024, 11:49 p.m.(7/3/1021 AR)
[This is more wine on this page than there is actual writing. And yet it has been submitted to the archives anyway.]
Why is everything spinning so fast? i'm so damned dizzy.
Why is everything spinning so fast? i'm so damned dizzy.
Written By Lys
Dec. 29, 2023, 11:44 a.m.(6/16/1021 AR)
I dreamt of chains made of glittering gems wrapped around my neck as a necklace or a noose. To be loosened or tightened as my masters pleased. And then with a piercing scream it shattered to dust and I could breathe to speak once more.
Written By Lys
Dec. 26, 2023, 3:02 p.m.(6/10/1021 AR)
I woke from a dream with the scent of fire on my tongue and strange words upon my lips. And a sudden longing for a friend I have not seen in a very long time. I wonder where they wander now?
Written By Lys
Dec. 11, 2023, 4:14 a.m.(5/8/1021 AR)
I dreamt of a king dressed in obsidian with a wide brimmed hat. He sat upon a throne made from the skulls of his enemies. In his lap sat an unassuming longsword made of alaricite. It gleamed bright with a wicked point. He held the blade out to me and went I wrapped my fingers around it cut deep into my palm. He told me in a voice like a falling boulder, "You are not your own. You are my creature now."
I woke drenched in sweat.
I woke drenched in sweat.
Written By Lys
Dec. 7, 2023, 4:24 a.m.(4/28/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
This puppy his lordship gave me talks back to me. I told her not to change the cat, she turned around and barked at me. I told her not to tug on the curtains. She barked at me. I told her not to bark at the birds outside the window. She barked at me. I'd be aggravated if her little barks weren't so adorable. I'm going to have to get someone to train her for me, however, because I'm afraid she's just to precious and I'm going to spoil her.
Written By Lys
Dec. 7, 2023, 4:22 a.m.(4/28/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Duarte
I know not exactly what or who the Count writes of, but a line in his recent journal struck me as interesting:
"It still surprises me from time to time how much a smile can hide." - Count Duarte Amadeo.
What surprises me about a smile is how many people trust them. How just a gentle laugh and a well curled smile will put people at ease. Do people not realize that a smile is a lie? That it is a mask behind which we all hide? Sure some people smile when they are happy, laugh when they are amused. But how many of us force it? How many of us flash our smiles to show we are not a threat? That we are not offended? That it is all just a joke. That everything is fine?
We smile when we are uncomfortable to avoid further awkwardness. We smile when we are upset to avoid conflict. We smile to make someone think we are friendly to avoid a fight. We smile to lie. Day in and day out. Sometimes the smile is a lie to ourselves. Because if we don't force a smile everything will collapse down upon us.
I'm smiling just now writing this, because it's all just a joke. Everything is fine.
Imagine my laughter accompanying this journal.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
"It still surprises me from time to time how much a smile can hide." - Count Duarte Amadeo.
What surprises me about a smile is how many people trust them. How just a gentle laugh and a well curled smile will put people at ease. Do people not realize that a smile is a lie? That it is a mask behind which we all hide? Sure some people smile when they are happy, laugh when they are amused. But how many of us force it? How many of us flash our smiles to show we are not a threat? That we are not offended? That it is all just a joke. That everything is fine?
We smile when we are uncomfortable to avoid further awkwardness. We smile when we are upset to avoid conflict. We smile to make someone think we are friendly to avoid a fight. We smile to lie. Day in and day out. Sometimes the smile is a lie to ourselves. Because if we don't force a smile everything will collapse down upon us.
I'm smiling just now writing this, because it's all just a joke. Everything is fine.
Imagine my laughter accompanying this journal.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Written By Lys
Nov. 13, 2023, 6:17 p.m.(3/9/1021 AR)
I dreamt I fought a monster cobbled together by hundreds of bodies. It had too many arms, an uneven number of legs. It had two heads. It was a hewn together sack of meat and gristle. I fought it with a ferocious delight. Intent upon cutting away at the monstrosity. I dreamt of laughter all around me as I hacked and slashed. I laughed as the creature crushed me beneath its feet until the weight of it cut of my air. I woke gasping, with that invisible weight still on my chest.
Written By Lys
Nov. 13, 2023, 6:14 p.m.(3/9/1021 AR)
I dreamt of a queen with ice-white hair, sitting upon an obsidian throne. Her eyes shone like ruby fire and her smile as was cruel as a rose's thorn. I knelt before her throne and she placed a frigid hand upon my head. She froze my to my core so ever my screams were icicles upon my lips.
Written By Lys
Nov. 9, 2023, 6:50 p.m.(3/1/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Triscali
Hey, uh. Everyone does realize an ancient queen is giving us nightmare inducing warnings right? We might want to listen.
Written By Lys
Nov. 7, 2023, 11:49 p.m.(2/25/1021 AR)
I may ... need to find an event planner of some sort. I am so excited for the idea of hosting such a large party but I have never done so before...
Written By Lys
Nov. 5, 2023, 7:34 p.m.(2/21/1021 AR)
I dreamt I stood in the middle of a pigpen. The piglets around me screaming and squealing at the top of their lungs, as they walked closer and closer to me in a circle. I could not escape. All they did was scream.
Written By Lys
Oct. 29, 2023, 5:20 a.m.(2/6/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Auda
I dreamt of endless fields of poppies. Bright, bloody red, and fragrant. I dreamt of sun-bleached tresses trailing among the blooms. I followed slowly behind as I watched you walk. A golden watering can in your dainty fingers. You watered every poppy with care and love. I dreamt you cast one last look over your shoulder and smiled at me.
Bite woke me up by nipping my nose.
But I was alright. I'll miss you.
Bite woke me up by nipping my nose.
But I was alright. I'll miss you.
Written By Lys
Oct. 29, 2023, 5:17 a.m.(2/6/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Malcolm
My patron was right... This puppy is quite good at chasing off bad dreams. Archduchess Jaenelle and I have renamed her Winter's Bite. I call her 'Bite' or 'Bitey' for short, because she quite enjoys running behind me, nipping at my heels. Still... I have a nightmare only every three nights now, rather than every night.
Written By Lys
Oct. 29, 2023, 5:16 a.m.(2/6/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Renata
Princess Renata is an unexpected friend, but a friend nonetheless. How interesting she is. How kind and sweet. If you ever get to meet her you shall truly be lucky.
Written By Lys
Oct. 16, 2023, 8:09 p.m.(1/9/1021 AR)
Relationship Note on Sen'azala
She returned something precious to me and I... don't know how to feel about it.
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