Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Twenty-One Years Old │ Fashion Designer, Musician and Artist │ Single
For a moment, Linsey thought the older woman might physically strike her for standing with her son, as she sensed the rage building behind her façade. If it came to it, Linsey learned enough from Serghei and Radovan to escape an altercation unharmed, and she wasn’t about to back down if pushed. When the older woman suggested that Beito answered her incorrectly, Linsey replied philosophically, “ Au contraire, Madame, Beito a simplement choisi de suivre son propre chemin ; c'est à vous de décider si vous souhaitez l'accompagner.” It was an answer she was certain her godmother would agree with.
When the older woman chose to take her verbal shot at Milan, Linsey wasn’t shy about stating where she stood on the matter. “ Je dois me permettre d'être en désaccord, Madame Escoffier. Je connais Milan et la famille Wellbelove depuis de nombreuses années, et bien que Milan ait hérité d'une partie de son talent de sa mère, il a démontré qu'il ne vit pas et ne crée pas dans son ombre.” Linsey was pleased to see Milan take his own stand and tell the well-known model to leave, with or without legal assistance. Just as she was getting concerned about how much trouble she could cause them personally and professionally, she saw Tiphanie strike her son, leaving behind claw marks and streaks of blood.
Linsey repressed a chuckle when she saw Geneieve offer her own, less than polite rebuke, and a parting shot, but when her compatriot started freaking out a little bit at the sight of blood, she said gently, “It’s all right, I’ll get it.” Reaching out a hand to Beito’s face, she could feel the residual heat the blow left behind. With a softly spoken incantation, and as a soft amber glow swirled about them, she traced the lines of the claw marks with her fingers. Flesh pulled itself shut and closed with nary a mark to show, the streaks of blood seemed to de-rezz, and the heat of the blow struck replaced with the gentle warmth of a spring day, or the touch of a friend.
“There, that’s better,” said Linsey with a sweet smile. You certainly didn’t deserve that, Bee.” She couldn’t understand why this happened and couldn’t imagine her mother acting as Tiphanie had. Looking around at the grouping, she suggested, “Perhaps we should take a break, or unwind elsewhere.”
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Twenty-One Years Old │ Fashion Designer, Musician and Artist │ Single
For a moment, Linsey thought the older woman might physically strike her for standing with her son, as she sensed the rage building behind her façade. If it came to it, Linsey learned enough from Serghei and Radovan to escape an altercation unharmed, and she wasn’t about to back down if pushed. When the older woman suggested that Beito answered her incorrectly, Linsey replied philosophically, “ Au contraire, Madame, Beito a simplement choisi de suivre son propre chemin ; c'est à vous de décider si vous souhaitez l'accompagner.” It was an answer she was certain her godmother would agree with.
When the older woman chose to take her verbal shot at Milan, Linsey wasn’t shy about stating where she stood on the matter. “ Je dois me permettre d'être en désaccord, Madame Escoffier. Je connais Milan et la famille Wellbelove depuis de nombreuses années, et bien que Milan ait hérité d'une partie de son talent de sa mère, il a démontré qu'il ne vit pas et ne crée pas dans son ombre.” Linsey was pleased to see Milan take his own stand and tell the well-known model to leave, with or without legal assistance. Just as she was getting concerned about how much trouble she could cause them personally and professionally, she saw Tiphanie strike her son, leaving behind claw marks and streaks of blood.
Linsey repressed a chuckle when she saw Geneieve offer her own, less than polite rebuke, and a parting shot, but when her compatriot started freaking out a little bit at the sight of blood, she said gently, “It’s all right, I’ll get it.” Reaching out a hand to Beito’s face, she could feel the residual heat the blow left behind. With a softly spoken incantation, and as a soft amber glow swirled about them, she traced the lines of the claw marks with her fingers. Flesh pulled itself shut and closed with nary a mark to show, the streaks of blood seemed to de-rezz, and the heat of the blow struck replaced with the gentle warmth of a spring day, or the touch of a friend.
“There, that’s better,” said Linsey with a sweet smile. You certainly didn’t deserve that, Bee.” She couldn’t understand why this happened and couldn’t imagine her mother acting as Tiphanie had. Looking around at the grouping, she suggested, “Perhaps we should take a break, or unwind elsewhere.”
OOC:
Taken by Serghei Emil Antonov
[quote="AliceInWonderland0921"
Taken by Serghei Emil Antonov
Cinnabun Gryffie
[quote="AliceInWonderland0921"
- "All my life I never really knew me till today
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way
I lie awake for hours, I'm just waiting for the sun
When the journey we are making has begun
Don't deny the feeling that is stealing through your heart
Every happy ending needs to have a start
All my life I never really knew me till today
Now I know why, I'm just another step along the way "
