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 Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2024 5:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2024 5:08 pm
xxx✼xxx❊xxx✼xxxxxW ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴇ x A ʀ ᴇ x W ᴇ ?xxxxx✼xxx❊xxx✼xxxxxx❈xxxxxSᴇʀɢʜᴇɪ Eᴍɪʟ Aɴᴛᴏɴᴏᴠxxxxx❈xxxxxx Hᴏᴍᴇ || Tʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ Pɪᴛᴄʜ || Gᴀᴍᴇ Pɪᴛᴄʜ || Dɪᴀɢᴏɴ Aʟʟᴇʏ || Rᴏᴍᴀɴɪᴀ || Eʟsᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ xxx
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2024 5:11 pm
xxxxx✮xx✯xx✮xxxA s s ᴏ ʀ ᴛ ᴇ ᴅxxI ɴ ꜰ ᴏ ʀ ᴍ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴxxx✮xx✯xx✮xxxxx
⟹ Floo Address: Antonov Townhome
⟹ Occasionally there may be a large dog in the home. Best not visit if you're allergic
⟹ Do not enter the studio without proper protection. You will get kicked out.
⟹ Most of the books scattered about aren't in English. Better brush up on your other languages
xxxxx❀xxxF ᴀ ᴍ ɪ ʟ ʏxxP ᴇ ᴛ sxxx❀xxxxx
⇴None Currently
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Posted: Mon Sep 23, 2024 10:00 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Home - Kenmare
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Linsey
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Cooking Lessons
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Hopefully this goes well
Everything had been bustling around Serghei over the summer, and he was glad it was coming to a close. From the first night home to his transition to a hotel room as he started to work in quidditch once more to - of course - here and now. He owned a townhome and had started to make his way in the world. Heck, he was already being prepared for interviewing situations once the season actually began and teams were announced. The best part was that having his own space afforded alone time with Linsey, which was very nice.
That specific day, she had decided she wanted to come over and test out his new kitchen by.... teaching him to cook? Hopefully he wouldn't have the same pitfalls that Ella seemed to have. He didn't practice, but he had gone to the store to gather everything Linsey said they'd need... including spices. The previously empty shelf now had several things, including stuff she hadn't requested but that an old woman at the store did. Apparently he just looked "lost" in the spices aisle. Charming. But when he'd gotten back, Serghei spent some time to carefully organize his kitchen, all with nice appliances (most of which promised ease of cooking!) and brand new dishware and pots and pans. Hopefully Linsey would approve it all.
When he heard the familiar sound of apparation, Serghei stepped into the living room and offered a grin. "Ah, Linsey, dragul meu înger, come along inside." He offered a hand, gently pulling hers up to place a kiss there. With a small grin, he pulled the blonde into a true kiss for a moment before leading her into the kitchen. "I got everything on your list. And cookware too, so we have a way to cook. I hope it is corecta. And if not, I suppose we shall go târguială... no, shopping, da." Sure, he was confident he'd done everything right, but he wouldn't truly know until they got into the mess of it all.
{{Wearing :: Casualwear... Sorta}}
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Lɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Iᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ. Fᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ, ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ
Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɪᴛ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ!
Wʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ!
Wᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs!
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2024 3:06 pm
 Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Eighteen Years Old │ Fashion Designer and Artist │ Single
Graduating from school was a whirlwind of activity for Linsey. A day or so after coming back on the train and having dinner at Old Angus’ Pub, and she and Aunt Lynn planned a daytrip for the two of them, along with Ella and she invited Serghei to accompany her, to Milan, Italy. Ostensibly it was a shopping trip, as after Ella’s accident late in the year, where she sprained her ankle trying to walk in an ill-fitting pair of shoes, Linsey wanted to help her buy a proper fitting pair of high heels, and she knew of some places there to go.
They had dinner at the restaurant her friend, Elio’s, parents owned; the place where she met him, received her now-treasured cookbook and had her first glass of wine as a Second Year. A recent grad of Beauxbatons, Elio was there with his girlfriend, Sophia, and his younger brother, Marcello, who was roughly Ella’s age, were all at the restaurant on that particular evening. Linsey told Elio of Ella and Serghei, of course, and he’d wanted to meet them both. At some point it was brought up how there was a new youth club which opened up recently, and the idea floated of three couples checking it out: Elio and Sophia, Linsey and Serghei, and Marcello and Ella, if she were up for it.
As things worked out, only two couples went to the club, and while Elio and Sophia tried to convince Ella to join the group on their foray, Linsey politely interceded on Ella’s behalf when she could tell her younger sister wasn’t too keen on going somewhere with lots of people, bright, flashing lights and very loud music with a thumping base. Marcello offered to remain behind, so he could have the chance to chat up Ella.
Once celebrations were out of the way, Linsey fell into a routine of working with Milan and Vera at Cloak and Coven, doing the preparations for her big fashion show debut in mid-July in New York City, while helping out the youth choir at church and being the soloist in the main choir once more. She was also performing as part of the Causeway Hares during their big summer tour, after the concert at the Music and Arts Festival in Waterford earlier in the summer. Linsey was also doing her best to support Serghei as he began his new life in Ireland, and playing for the Kenmare Kestrals.
On this particular evening, she was looking forward to helping Serghei break-in his new kitchen. With her work wrapped at the shop for the night, Linsey settled into a more relaxed look. While she retained the navy-blue skirt and pinstriped blouse from work, an oversized hunter-green Kestrals jersey was added, the sleeves of both having been rolled up, and she ditched her high-heeled shoes for a pair of slip-ons and socks.
Upon Apparating over to Serghei’s new house, she slid the shoes off, so as not to track up his carpets. Seeing his face and hearing reference her in Romanian was all it took to get her to smile, and her blue eyes lit up as he kissed her hand and then gave her a proper kiss, while she gave him a warm hug. As he told her of his getting the cookware on the list she’d prepared for him, she said softly, “Well, hold on, I bring gifts. For starters, I brought an enchanted brass cricket for the hearth. Got it from a metal-shaper I know; not only does it chirp, but it also repels household pests. Was warned it isn’t particularly helpful if you need a de-gnoming of the garden, but there you go. I also got cheese and fresh herbs from the local market on the way in.”
As she was talking, she produced a box from the sling bag over her shoulder, and then a pair of long net bags with small spheres of fresh cheese contained therein. Walking with Serghei into the kitchen she set them down on the counter, along with an assortment of the small herb plants. As she noted the items Serghei purchased, and she said, “Oh, I’m sure we’ll do just fine, and if we are missing something, we can always figure out a work-around. Sometimes, improvising can be fun too. I also bought for you, your very own pasta-making machine. Trust me, once you get used to creating your own pasta, you won’t ever want store-bought, or …instant.”
Looking into his eyes and smiling, Linsey added, “I was thinking that for tonight, while I’m showing you how to make your own pasta, we could make a dish I know you and Ella like: Paste Cremoase cu Ciuperci. She was trying to make it the night I first really got to meet her. The recipe Ella uses, I’ve made a few times, but I’ve worked out my version since, and I know you’ve had that before. I’ve made it for you and Ella at school several times. Add mushroom-stuffed breaded chicken breast, a nice salad, and then Crumble Cake for dessert. Sound good?”
 "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 "
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Posted: Wed Sep 25, 2024 4:42 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Home - Kenmare
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Linsey
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Cooking Lessons
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Hopefully this goes well
After greeting Linsey, Serghei couldn't help but notice she must've stolen one of his brand new sweaters. Apparently that was a common things in relationships of all sorts, and for some reason, it made him happy. Plus she looked much more comfy than her usual dress-up clothes. She immediately paused him to say she'd brought along gifts. One was a little metal cricket to sit atop his fireplace, which would both repel pests and chirp. He accepted that, then looked a bit more excited by the thought of getting cheese and herbs. "Both are quite lovely gifts. And I aprecia them quite much." He shifted to set the little cricket atop his hearth, which was currently only occupied by a team picture of Ravenclaw holding the house cup following their victorious season.
Once done there, Serghei walked alongside Linsey into his kitchen, still glad he'd splurged for a place with nicer appliances. Some of the houses he'd toured were.... rough at best. He sent over a smile when Linsey noted her improvisational skills. He was about to comment when she announced yet another gift. "Linsey, îngerul meu, you did not have to spend so much on me. I am not the best cook now, but if you'd like to teach me, perhaps I can eventually learn to make pasta." Of course, he was probably still going to venture out for take away or get store-bought pasta if he was just cooking for himself, but if she wanted to cook, he would never stop her.
She agreed that she'd teach him to make pasta (which he prayed came out well) and then they'd work on a Romanian dish. It was one of Ella's favorites for sure, but he didn't know that she'd been trying to cook it the night she met Linsey. Though given Ella's.... skill with cooking, perhaps it was good that Linsey came along. She also wanted to do a bit extra, and he nodded obediently. "That sounds köstlich indeed. Something very good. Though, I warn, I may turn out to be not much help. Father did not want us learning cooking. Or... most actual benefic skills. Thankfully, I've found a great Lehrerin, ah, teacher. To show me how it is done." He was looking forward to their evening, both because he truly wanted to learn, and mostly so he could spend time with Linsey while she was in her element. She was a great cook and he loved watching her work.
{{Wearing :: Casualwear... Sorta}}
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Lɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Iᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ. Fᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ, ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ
Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɪᴛ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ!
Wʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ!
Wᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs!
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2024 11:43 am
Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Eighteen Years Old │ Fashion Designer and Artist │ Single
“Pas de souci, mon couer. You’ve earned your second chance at life; you should enjoy what comes with it. And now, since you’re a professional athlete you need to care for yourself, starting with a good training table,” said Linsey gently, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips, before kissing him again. “And, that means fresh pasta and fresh herbs and proteins, so you can smash the Quaffle past opposing defenders before they even know what hit them… Besides, you’ll do fine learning to make your own pasta. You came back into the kitchen with Aunt Lynn and I, didn’t you? When we visited her friend’s restaurant in Milan. Elio and Marcello’s little sister, Larisa, was helping her Mom with rolling out sheets of pasta for lasagna, and she’s about the same age Ella was when I was trying to teach her how to make pasta, and about the same level of experience as you. Pretty soon, you’ll have your own pasta recipe, I’m sure.”
Before long, Linsey was organizing the supplies Serghei had procured, along with additional items which came out of the mesh grocery bag, as she’d gotten fresh chicken on her way over, as well as the berries and the filling she wanted to use to make the Crumble Cake she wanted to make for dessert. “Sounds like your father didn’t care much for making sure any of you had life skills. He must have assumed you’d have others to do those things for you, I’m thinking,” she commented, as the subject of his father came up.
The Ravenclaw alum had the pasta maker out of the box and had it assembled and ready to go in short order. As Serghei was watching, she put together the components for her basic pasta recipe from memory, explaining it all as she went along. “Here, now, you give it a go; take it in stages if it makes it easier for you. Just remember, you need to mix together all the components thoroughly, so you won’t have lumps.”
"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 "
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Posted: Sat Sep 28, 2024 1:36 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Home - Kenmare
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Linsey
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Cooking Lessons
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I'm going to be cleaning flour for days!
Serghei couldn't help the small grin that slid onto his face as Linsey said he'd earned a second chance at life. Apparently that meant that he should enjoy himself... especially when it came to food. He accepted the kiss she provided, wrapping his arms around her as she continued. He nodded along as she spoke about needing a good diet so he could absolutely crush when he was on the pitch, earning another smile from the Romanian. "Da, I did indeed see her working. She was... natură. Actually, it reminded me of a certain other bucătar." He tucked a lock of her hair back behind her ear, then used the same hand to tilt her chin up for another kiss. If her normal cooking dates were anything like this, he'd be more than pleased.
As they turned to actually work, Serghei allowed Linsey to take the reigns, simply doing as he asked. He explained that he probably wouldn't be much help, thanks to his Father, when Linsey countered that he hadn't wanted the boys to have life skills. "Da, und we did. Nannies while we were young, cooks, housemaids... you name it. Father wanted soldiers in his imaginary war, not house husbands." He chuckled softly, thinking it would have been way too wild to expect the stone-faced man to do something that would benefit the kids. Then again, most of the boys had wives who they would put in a rather... traditional domestic situation.... which Serghei had long vowed never to do. He would learn anything if it meant he could become a normal functioning adult.
Dark eyes watched in awe as Linsey quickly assembled the machine, then set up ingredients that they were to use for their pasta. Oh boy, she wanted him to go. "Da, anything you wish, Căpitanul Meu." He added in a rather over the top salute toward the blonde, though there was a grin firmly on his face. He started mixing everything, letting Linsey guide his actions. Hopefully it wouldn't end up a lumpy mess. She was doing so much for him, and he figured the least he could do was to make sure there weren't any errant lumps in the pasta. It took a fair while, but finally they had something resembling a sheet of pasta. "Voila, as you say. Although now I am covered in flour. It is... pretutindeni, ah... everywhere." He laughed as he pressed a floury finger against her nose to make the mess bigger. "I feel I should practice my cleaning charms when we do this." He figured why not go for broke. He was covered in flour... and they were magical. He pulled Linsey into his arms, sharing the mess over them both as he laughed.
{{Wearing :: Casualwear... Sorta}}
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Lɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Iᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ. Fᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ, ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ
Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɪᴛ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ!
Wʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ!
Wᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs!
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Posted: Mon Sep 30, 2024 4:10 pm
Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Eighteen Years Old │ Fashion Designer and Artist │ Single
“Hmmm, reminds me of when I was little and was baking cookies with Grammy,” said Linsey, and she closed her eyes as Serghei lifted her chin to kiss her. She was helping out in the kitchen when she was old enough to do chores around the house, and actually prepping food when she was tall enough to see over the counter, with or without the use of a stepstool.
As they were working, Serghei related to her how they’d always had nannies or other staff about the house doing the work, while his father prepared his sons to be ... how’d he phrase it once? “Soldați perfecți,” she said, repeating the phrase back in Romanian, before adding, “I know even soldiers need to be able to fend for themselves.” Finn, who studied such things, told her how troops were required to lug along pots and other items to cook their own meals when on the march. She smiled wistfully, and said, “Still, it seems to me a house and a kitchen isn’t really home until one has cooked and shared a meal in it[.”
She laughed good-naturedly as he gave her what amounted to a comic opera salute, when she asked him to start preparing what would become the dough that they would run through the pasta maker so they would have strands instead of a sheet. It wasn’t long before there was a fair bit of flour dust all over their work surface, and in the air, and she started giggling as he ran a finger down her nose. They were both covered in flour, and right then Linsey didn’t care. Laughing along with Serghei, she reached her arms upwards, and crossed her hands behind his neck as she leaned up and kissed him.
"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 "
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2024 9:26 am
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Home - Kenmare
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Linsey
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Cooking Lessons
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I'm going to be cleaning flour for days!
Apparently his words brought forth a memory, and it was one that caused Serghei to imagine a miniature version of Linsey ruling the kitchen... Probably not, but it was fun to imagine. When they actually got started, Serghei mentioned that his life was largely handled by house staff, rather than his actual parents - well, unless it was in matters of discipline. "Da, Soldați Perfecți. And... your pronunciation is getting better." He sent over a small nod, agreeing with her words. Of course, when his Father said it, the phrase was.... terrifying. Linsey, however, seemed to have a way to smooth those things over, to make them less frightening and more matter-of-fact.
"Da, you would think that Soldați should be able to feed themselves. Promisiune if you meet my family, you should tell them," he said, a definite tone of teasing in his voice. He was determined to make sure none of the Greys ever had to meet the other Antonovs, most specifically Linsey herself. He also wanted to do everything in his power to prevent Ella from having to see any of them again, especially now that it seemed she was starting to step more outside her box.
She said that a house wouldn't be home until a meal was made and shared, so he nodded in agreement. "I was always told 'Acasă este locul unde se pot odihni bocancii.' It means that home is wherever one's boots rest. Though it was an odd traveller who shared that înţelepciune.... nu, ah, wisdom. I like yours better." He figured that was partially because he liked Linsey far better... or because he was hungry. It was then that he was mixing together the ingredients that would eventually become a slightly wonky looking sheet of pasta.
With flour everywhere, he was glad that Linsey had kept up her good humor. She laughed along with him, before she took the lead to pull them into a kiss. Serghei dipped the tall blonde, arms shifting to wrap a bit tighter around her, before eventually he stood them back up and pulled his lips away a bit. Instead, he gently rest his forehead against her crown, just taking a moment to hold her close. Something about this moment, this whole day just felt so.... wonderfully comfortable with her. Before he could stop them, quiet words spilled out,
"Te iubesc, îngerul meu."
{{Wearing :: Casualwear... Sorta}}
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Lɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Iᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ. Fᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ, ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ
Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɪᴛ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ!
Wʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ!
Wᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs!
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2024 7:26 pm
Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Eighteen Years Old │ Fashion Designer and Artist │ Single
Linsey smiled softly as Serghei told her how her pronunciation was improving, and she told him, “I’ve had two very good teachers, although Ella really doesn’t speak the language much, at least not around me.” She was, however, glad Ella felt comfortable enough to be speaking it more; it was her hope that Ella could finally close the book on her previous life and her invisible wounds were closing. As Serghei commented about perfect soldiers, Linsey tipped her head from side to side, and she said, “Well, one would think this was so. The problem I see with the whole idea, is that Soldați Perfecți always need a war to either prepare for or to fight. In the absence of either, what happens to them?”
As Serghei joked about her telling his family if she were to meet them about her thinking on the subject of perfect soldiers, she cautioned him, “You shouldn’t let them live rent-free in your head, Serghei, even mentioning them in jest is a fresh reminder of the things they’ve done to both of you. You and Ella are free of them, that’s a good thing.” The conversation shifted, and she said musingly, “Acasă este locul unde se pot odihni bocancii. Wherever you set your boots down to dry, I can see that."
Linsey laughed as Serghei dipped her back, and then he pressed his forehead against hers, and told her: "Te iubesc, îngerul meu.". She closed her eyes, and said in a soft breathless voice, “ Is breá liom tú freisin, mon couer.”
"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 "
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Posted: Wed Oct 02, 2024 9:06 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Home - Kenmare
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Linsey
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Cooking Lessons
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? I do truly love her...
After noting Linsey's pronunciation, the blonde noted it was due to her teaching. She also added that Ella didn't speak the language often. "She is better at not... slipping up. I feel Ella probably doesn't speak it around you simply because she is kind. I... know too many words." Serghei gently tapped the side of his head, making note that he was fluent in 4 languages while learning two others... it was a lot. He watched with dark eyes as Linsey tried to think up more words about the soldiers before asking about the supposed war. That caused Serghei to let out a long sigh.
"Vater is.... a very paranoic sort of man. He... and all the generations... they are ständig, no, constant... in worry of some sort of war against them. It started with my six-times Urgroßvater. The family has a lot of money. Like... more than any family could possibly spend, and he worried someone was after him for the money. So he had many children. The sons were raised as Soldați, while the daughters were abandoned or forced into a... subservient role. And he raised his sons the same way. My Großvater only had one son, my Vater, before he was killed. That is why I've so many Brüder now. And, unfortunately, Dmitry is well into his own set of Soldați Perfecți."
Another small sigh escaped him, but he wanted Linsey to know about him. As awful as the Antonov family were, they were still part of him. She said he shouldn't let them live in his head and that he was free of them. "Da, I suppose we are. Though Ella... needed freedom. And I think she is very well coming into her life. But me, I will always hold part of the Antonov family within. I will, totuşi, never let myself become like them." He may be free of their grasp, but he had been an Antonov for so long that it was always something of what he was.
"Da, wherever your boots are off. But, I think it should be 'acasă este oriunde ești fericit'. 'Home is wherever you are... happy." And for him, it was here. Not necessarily in his new house, but here with Linsey... or with Ella, since he was quite happy around her... but Linsey, well... she was something else. He dipped her for more kisses, then just held the blonde close to him. "My Irish is not... as good, but I think I understand." He smiled at Linsey, chuckling softly before placing another kiss upon her lips.
"Și te voi ține mereu drag."
{{Wearing :: Casualwear... Sorta}}
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Lɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Iᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ. Fᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ, ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ
Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɪᴛ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ!
Wʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ!
Wᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs!
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2025 7:30 pm
xx✪ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Serghei's Home - Kenmare, Ireland
xxx✪ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Serghei
xxxx✪ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? "Visiting"
xxxxx✪ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? He has a nice little home all set up here
Radovan was... tired. It was exhausting to be a member of the Antonov family, especially now that Serghei was gone. Father, along with Dmitry, Augustín, and Alexi, were plotting ever more. Rad was far enough into the Soldați to be part of training and preparations, but apparently not far enough to get the gory details of what was actually being prepared for. Of course, they were all supposed to join in, but there was some sort of test... something that must be passed and proven.
And then... Serghei left. Serghei's leaving drew a wedge in the family. And now it was Matej, Radovan, and Demyan on the edge. The eldest three had long since proven their loyalty to the family, and Matej was working on cementing his place as well. Unfortunately, Radovan was confident Demyan was planning on locking in as well... though he couldn't say it was one of his own ideals.
So for now, he moved in silence, working on finding his Father's stash of information. As he looked through the paperwork, he learned that his younger brother wasn't exactly careful about hiding his location. What an idiot. With a sigh, Rad got dressed in a formal suit. He was determined to find out how Serghei was doing and if he intended to stay gone from the family. If so... perhaps Radovan could help him hide from Father's sight. From there, who knew? Could Radovan get his own life away from the control of the Antonov Curse?
oOoOoOoOoOo
In Ireland, Serghei was happily at home. He'd gone to the grocery to try and find the correct ingredients for a meal he planned on making for Linsey. He wasn't very good at cooking alone, but he figured that it was only fair to try and feed Linsey sometimes. As he got back home, he knew he'd need to get to work. Linsey got off work soon enough, and he wanted at least most of the meal to be done. "O, dragă, Frate Micut, ce ai făcut cu tine?" Serghei spun around, eyes going wide as he saw his brother there, leaning so casually against the wall beside the fireplace.
Serghei dropped the bags he was carrying, grabbing his wand from its hidden pocket before pointing it at the older Antonov. "Radovan! c** ai ajuns la mine acasă!?" Rad clicked his tongue, waving his hand casually as Serghei's wand left his hand and landed on the floor nearby. Immediately, Serghei was on the defense, poised to attack. "Ai venit aici să mă omori? Tata este după mine?"
The taller brunette stepped forward, shrugging his shoulders to try and show that he was not there to fight. "Frățior, dacă aș fi venit aici să te ucid, nu ai fi tras respirația la intrare. Vă rog. Sunt aici să te protejez cât pot de bine. Trebuie să știu dacă ai fost marcat." Rad watched as his brother set a hand against his own chest. "Nu, nu. Tata nu a fost încă în vizită. Acum trebuie să pleci. Aștept companie și mă îndoiesc că te-ar dori aici." Serghei stepped back grabbing his wand as Radovan used a silent spell to gather up all the fallen groceries.
"Give me those! You don't need my groceries." Serghei became defensive, but Radovan simply smiled as he carried the groceries to the little kitchen. "So tell me about this girl, then? You learned to cook for her, I would think?" He leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at the younger brother. "She's... teaching me. Or, I suppose, she's trying to. I don't think I'll ever match her skill. But what does it matter to you? You don't know how to cook either." Serghei frowned, huffing an annoyed sigh as Rad simply chuckled softly.
{{Wearing :: Radovan :: Serghei}}
{{Translations:
Rad 1 - "Oh dear, Little Brother, what have you been doing with yourself?"
Serghei 1 - "Radovan! How did you get into my home?!"
Serghei 2 - "Did you come here to kill me? Is Father after me?"
Rad 2 - "Little Brother, if I came here to kill you, you would not have drawn a breath upon entry. Please. I am here to protect you as best I can. I need to know if you have been marked."
Serghei 3 - "No, no. Father has not yet been to visit. Now you need to leave. I am expecting company and I doubt she would want you here."}}
Yᴇᴀʜ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴀɪɴᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ᴀ sɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀ's ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀ
I ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴄʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ʟɪғᴇ, ɪᴛ's ᴅᴏ ᴏʀ ᴅɪᴇ
Tʜᴇʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴡ I'ᴍ sᴡɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘɪʀᴀɴʜᴀs
Tʜᴀᴛ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅʀʏ, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ! Cʀᴀᴄᴋɪɴ' sᴍɪʟᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡɪsᴛɪɴ' ᴋɴɪᴠᴇs
Fʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ʟᴇᴛʜᴀʟ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ɪɴ ᴅɪsɢᴜɪsᴇ, ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ sɪɢʜᴛ
Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴ' ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ
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Posted: Tue Feb 18, 2025 8:01 pm
xx❅ Wʜᴇʀᴇ Aᴍ I? Home - Kenmare
xxx❅ Wʜᴏ Is Wɪᴛʜ Mᴇ? Radovan????
xxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Gᴏɪɴɢ Oɴ? Figuring out plans
xxxxx❅ Wʜᴀᴛ's Iɴsɪᴅᴇ Mʏ Hᴇᴀᴅ? Of course he wants to show off in front of Linsey
Serghei had not been expecting to come home on his day off and find one of his brothers there. The only somewhat good news was that it was Radovan and not one of the eldest three.... or worse, Father himself. After his brother rather rudely walked into the kitchen, Serghei had to follow, only hoping he could figure out what was going on before Linsey got there. But of course, Rad was a big brother, and his response was to chuckle dismissively. "It's true, Rad. Father would never allow it. It is why I'm trying to learn. Also because it is very pricy to eat out for every meal." Dangit, why did that make him laugh harder?
"If we only did what Father allowed, we would be standing at Atenţie forever, simply waiting on command. You tinker with glass, I tinker with food." Well that was... surprising. Serghei didn't know any of the older brothers had certain hidden talents, much less something in the kitchen. They had been told forever that the kitchen was only for the women that worked there... heck, as far as Serghei knew, Rad still lived at home, so where did he learn such a skill? Wait... how did Radovan know about his stained glass work? That was only known to Linsey and Ella!
"So Linsey is a chef, is she? Is that on top of her work in fashion?" Dammit Rad! How the hell did he learn all that?! Serghei looked over at his brother with a steely look. If he didn't know better, he'd swear Rad was grinning under that stern frown of his. "How did you find that out? How did you find any of this out? How are you in my house?!" Serghei pointed a wooden spoon at his brother, earning a raised eyebrow. It... wasn't super threatening. "Well, for one, you got a job on a very public stage, working for a team based in Kenmare, Ireland. From there, I looked at houses and rentals in Kenmare proper... and some idiot signed with his own name." Dammit again, that was a good point. Maybe Serghei should've used a pseudonym.
Serghei started preparing on making food, setting vegetables on the chopping board. He was planning on making a stew that he'd found in a recipe book. While side-eyeing his brother, the younger of the two worked on cutting, albeit in a fairly slow process to try and get the pieces the same size... ish. "As for your girlfriend... I just know all." Rad simply smirked at his brother, before resuming his normal frown. "Be that as it may, you need to leave. I don't think she'd be glad to meet you. I'm also not exactly thrilled." Serghei huffed, rubbing his temple. "Serghei, I came here in an act of rebellion. Father and the others are... planning, and I do not think they will have me. You are not a traitor, so it is very well that I am visiting my brother. I am sure your Linsey will not be too mad. Especially since I can actually cook." Radovan pushed his brother out of the way, grabbing a different knife from the block. Moving a lot more efficiently and with speed, he quickly chopped up carrots, onions, celery, then began working on peeling the potatoes, all while Serghei watched with an annoyed frown.
{{Wearing :: Serghei :: Radovan}}
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴡᴀʏ, ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡᴀʏ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Lɪsᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ᴏғ ᴍʏ sʜᴏᴜᴛ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇᴀ
Iᴛ's ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘʟᴇᴀsɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏʙᴏᴅʏ
I ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ. Fᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ, ғᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ ɴᴏᴡ
Aᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ᴡɪsʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴜɴᴀᴡᴀʏ
Iᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɢᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Tʀᴜsᴛ ᴍᴇ I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, I ᴋɴᴏᴡ
Hᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʀᴜsʜ ɪᴛ
Tʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇᴅ!
Wʜᴇʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs, I ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅᴇᴅ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴀʟ
I ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴘʟᴀɴ ᴏɴ sᴛᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴍʏ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ's ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ!
Wᴇʟʟ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴀʟ! I ᴡᴀs ʙᴏʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪs!
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Posted: Wed Feb 19, 2025 9:47 am
Linsey Grey-Cavendish
Ravenclaw Alumnus │ Eighteen Years Old │ Fashion Designer and Artist │ Single
As nice of a late autumn day it was, Linsey was glad of a chance to be done with work for the day. The younger had planned to spend much of her day getting commissions done for the store and she was getting a good bit done that morning, until she got a request for an interview with a French language teen fashion magazine. For a long bit she thought she would need to rush to the Continent to do this, but thankfully the interviewer showed up at the shop instead. While it was fun chatting away, and offering insights the readership might find of interest, it set her behind the rest of the day.
Despite having her afternoon altered sufficiently to cause her to lose the pace she was on that morning, she wasn’t regretting it, as it was publicity for Cloak and Coven. If nothing else, she reasoned if she got a slightly earlier start next time, she could make up for the difference and no harm done. Keeping her going through the whole day was looking forward to a quiet evening with Serghei. She was looking forward to the stew he was making, which was just the ticket for a chilly evening. So, when the day was done, it was a quick trip home to drop off her work materials, and a visit to a local pâtisserie she favoured, who only used stone ovens for their breads and local ingredients wherever possible for their baked goods.
When the young fashion designer arrived at Serghei’s townhouse, she was wearing an old-fashioned shirtmaker’s dress, one of her finds from a thrift store, and she used a long paisley scarf as a belt to give it shape, with a Thinsulate turtleneck sweater, accompanied by a cozy cardi sweater for warmth. She immediately traded her shoes for the slippers she kept there so as not to mark up the carpets. In her arms were bags from which the wonderous aroma of freshly baked bread was wafting, and there was a white cardboard box with a dessert that she just knew needed to leave the shop with her.
Immediately, the young witch knew something was going on as she was hearing two voices in the kitchen, one she was intimately familiar with, of course, the other … similar, and yet … With a thrill of icy clarity, she was instantly grateful Ella was safe at Hogwarts. Linsey made her way towards the kitchen, making nary a sound (Ella taught her well on that score), paying close attention to what was being said as she approached the doorway. "As for your girlfriend... I just know all," she heard the visitor say, and Linsey answered dryly, “Well, I’m not exactly one who can really hide." With a shake of her head, her long white hair seemed to ripple like a satin curtain behind her.
When she chose to draw attention to herself, Linsey was leaning comfortably against the doorway to the kitchen as though she were there all along, feet crossed and stretched in a feline fashion. “I’m not quite sure I know who you are, but I have several guesses; However, you presume to have a good deal of familiarity with me, and rest assured Serghei has nae raised hand one against kith and kin, though he’s had good cause to.” She listened to what Serghei said, and what the stranger said, and Linsey said, after drawing a long deep breath, “I think we need to hear him out, Mon Coeur; this sounds too important to ignore. If I’ve learned anything about your family, it is acts of defiance always come at a cost dearly paid. That and to not break bread with him would be a break with the Right of Hospitality. Good thing I picked up extra bread and dessert.”
OOC: Taken by Serghei Emil Antonov "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 "
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