Jun. 26th, 2009 09:22 am
stolehispurse: (Smile lights)
ooc: Mun is dying laughing over here.

I'm a freak. Apparently. )
stolehispurse: (First)
Sex me up! // my thread

If any of you want any of my other muses for this one, lemme know.
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We all know how it works right? Pick a pairing, or name a character you want see or whatever. And I'll write a fic where they 'snuggle' and/or do whatever you request. And I make no promises on actually snuggling though? :D What?

Tonks - [personal profile] pinkhairedauror
Ellen / Hathor - [personal profile] mehet_weret
Dean Winchester - [profile] winchesterjerk
Karrin Murphy - [personal profile] notevendarkyet
Henriette - [personal profile] stolehispurse
Rhodey - [personal profile] humdrumvee

And if you know one of my others and want to request, feel free. :)
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Henriette almost never drunk to get drunk. Her father had been a sufficient lesson about that. About how somebody had no control over his actions when drunk; neither with money nor with people.

And she couldn't afford that. Not while she was rising to what she believed her goal was; nor when she was elevated to her new position and had to behave accordingly.
(Grimani had been explicit about that even when they were merely engaged. He expected her to not drink. Even if he would. If she didn't have her own reasons to avoid drinking, she would have chafed about that and disobeyed. She didn't.)

There were exceptions. Very seldom at parties and occasions, and never if the hostess was somebody she cared about enough to not want embarrassed; barely more often alone at night, after her husband was asleep, and her children too, later. Only when the walls seemed to be closing in on her mercilessly, when there was nobody there. Maybe once, maybe twice a year. She prided herself on how seldom she ever did it; and how much more seldom she actually did drink enough to get drunk. Usually, she stopped before that anyway.

But then, she couldn't afford to not drink either.

It was proper, necessary to partake in the offered selection. Wine, most usually. Occasionally more exotic drinks to be sampled, according to the whim of the host or hostess, the patron or patroness of the gathering.

So of course, she did what all the intelligent women of her age (and probably any other age) would.

She sipped. As daintily as she could; and she made it look elegant too (because she had to).

Another thing to use to build the pretense that the world would always see, always.

And where she should have been drinking of her life with large gulps, bravely, fully, her cup was so bitter that she also barely sipped. It was as she had made it for herself.

Henriette di Grimani ~ 329 Words ~ Casanova BBC 2005


Jan. 12th, 2009 09:21 am
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So. Comment to this anonymously with the following:

1. One secret.
2. One compliment.
3. One non-compliment.
4. One love note.
5. Lyrics to a song.
6. How old you are.
7. How long we've been friends.
8. And a hint to who you are.

... and I might or might not manage to guess who you are. Come on. Your chance to take a swing at me without me catching who you are. (You know. The love note doesn't have to be for me.)
stolehispurse: (aggravated)
No. )

Meme! Meme!

Dec. 3rd, 2008 08:44 pm
stolehispurse: (chibis)
[personal profile] sayshisname's most awesome OOC HOLIDAY MEME ever!
This meme was written last year by a wonderful and amazing mun and I'm yanking too!

I'm going to write ficlets for Christmas. Consider it a gift from me to you. I'm not going to put this in each of my journals. Ya'll know who I write so make your requests all on this post. Fill out the information below. I will grant one or more of your requests depending on time and inspiration. If you want to borrow the meme go right ahead.

Give me up to five requests with the following information:

1. My Muse/Your Muse
2. A song, quote, one word prompt, letter prompt (if letter prompt make sure you say so) or brief description of what you'd like to see them do
3. Fluffy, Angsty, Comedy or writer's choice?
4. Rating request?
5. What timeline or universe is this set in or do you want me to choose?

Pick from any of my muses and any of your muses. Make five requests of the same pairings or mix it up. I'll pick and choose and have something written before the end of the year. I just ask that you use only one of your journals to make the requests. I'll screen comments for anyone who wants to make requests with muses that they haven't been outed for playing yet.
stolehispurse: (aggravated)
"What are you doing, mother, writing all those letters? You do not usually write so many at once."

Henriette started to answer, but her husband's smooth voice overrode her, replying to their daughter firmly, for her. "There is business to attend, Marianne. Your mother is writing in relation to that. It would be best if you left her alone."

The young girl's eyes shifted in his direction. Incredulous. "But when it is business, you write the letters or dictate them."

"I am trying to find somebody, Marianne. It is mostly the same letter over and over again, but I do need to have several copies."

"But why--"

"Marianne." Grimani's voice was chilly. "I believe your governess is looking for you."


"Now, Marianne."

"Yes, father."

Another curious glance at her mother, and the young girl skipped out of the room. Her father rose from his seat and scowled at Henriette.

She returned the look with an arched eyebrow, but the half-smile that would have gone with that expression in earlier days had left along with the daughter. "She needs to learn how some things are done."

That turned the scowl into a downright glare. She lifted her chin slightly, and after a moment, he stalked out of the room.

Of course, Marianne's questions were not done with, and she attacked again at bedtime. "Why can't you just write to that person, mother? Wouldn't that be quicker and easier than writing many letters?"

"It would, but I do not know to what address to send it. You see, some people have said that he is dead, but I don't think so. I think he's just hiding somewhere else, and I want to make sure that's so, and not anything bad..."

"But if they said he was dead, mother? He might really be."

"I don't think so, Marianne. I just don't think so."
stolehispurse: (aggravated)
- It is easier to make a man want than stop wanting.
- Everybody's pretending. Nobody's happy.
- What you want is not necessarily the same as what you need.
- To have power, wealth, and security is not the same as having your heart's desire.
- One can live a full and satisfactory life even without one's heart's desire.
- Lack of brilliance is not the same as lack of absolute, irresistible determination.
- Genius is not infallible.
- The curse of the father does not have to be the curse of the child. Children tend to find their very own, if they look hard enough.
- A ball or another event with Giacomo Casanova involved in the organisation will never, ever go as expected. A ball or another event with my husband involved in the organisation will never, ever go other than as he expects it to.
- I can only help if I can find. I can only find if I search. I only search... always.
stolehispurse: (Full image red dress)
- I was born in Venice

- I didn't grow up in what one may call great circumstances.

- All of my birth-family but my sisters is gone.

- The first time I managed to get somebody to do something for me by pretending, I was startled how easy it was.

- When I learned that everybody was pretending, I was in my adolescence. Well, not everybody was pretending where I grew up. Maybe that's why their lives were as they were?

- I've been engaged to two different men. I broke my promise to each of them. Even if I did marry one of them in the end.

- I've only fallen in love once, and never did fall out of it.

- The days, weeks after my wedding were the absolute worst of my life, even more nightmarish than before it. That, until I first got news of Giacomo being alive and his whereabouts. Or rather, until Grimani did and let it slip where I could hear - I do believe he didn't mean me to.

- I never aimed for being happy, when I was growing up and shaping up my life. I didn't end up happy, either.

- I ended up gaining everything, everything that I'd worked all my childhood, adolescence, and youth to achieve. But not the one thing, the one person, I ever wanted.

Muse: Henriette di Grimani
Fandom: Casanova (2005 BBC)


Oct. 8th, 2008 10:22 am
stolehispurse: (chibis)
Crossposting to all muses I put in the meme!

stolehispurse: (With children)
Marianne's squeals mixed with Michele's laughter and threats mixed with the stamping of two sets of childish feet along the dignified hallways of the old Grimani residence. Chasing each other. Around the graceful ornaments. Down some stairs and up some. Laughter, genuine, real.

Henriette's lips curled up. That was what children were supposed to do. Run. Play. Laugh. Of course, learn too. But not the way she had.

Starving. Helpless. Angry. In need.

And not nearly as stiff as her husband would have them be. Of course they would learn what was proper. Of course they'd learn to do it. But now, now wasn't the time for that. And she knew that better than most.

In at least one thing, she had succeeded. Her children were safe. Protected. They had their chance to be innocent, something that she'd never had. Something that he'd never had, either.

For all the ill things that their father could be... her children had a chance to be, one day, happy.

The one bright hope of her life.
stolehispurse: (Dance with Giac)
It was there, between the half-biting words that could be shared with nobody else, looking at the way those blue eyes would react, laughter and a bit of pain and surprise lighting them up and it seemed right in a world that was completely wrong, and had been as long as she could remember.

It was there in the motions of a single dance, all alone in the empty street, to the sounds of stolen music, his face half in shadow but his hands, and his lips, speaking truths that only made sense to the two of them.

It was there when her breath caught, the night not able to hide the infinite happiness on his face as he slipped that ring on her finger, and her whisper of gratitude preceded a kiss that seemed a promise of lifetime of it.

It was there as she woke up in the morning, knowing that she'd see him in moments almost, as soon as she was dressed and ready, and that next week, next week she would be his wife, and their fates sealed together for eternity.

And then it was just gone.

For something unexpected, unsought, uninvited, its absence was shattering, breaking her to pieces of who she once had been. Before she knew it.

And that was not nearly as terrible as what was happening to him.
stolehispurse: (Beauty Queen)
116. TEN things you want to do before you die.

TEN things )

117. TEN comfort foods.

Ten foods )

Muse: Henriette di Grimani
Fandom: Casanova (BBC 2005)
stolehispurse: (aggravated)
Henriette )


Deborah )

Muse: Henriette di Grimani / Deborah
Fandom: Casanova (BBC 2005)
Word count: Henriette: 353; Total: 779
stolehispurse: (aggravated)
~ The first time I ever saw Giacomo.
~ The first time he reached out to touch me.
~ Our first kiss.
~ Our dance. Yes, that is a lot of moments. Still.
~ The moment he put that ring on my finger...
~ Waking up in the morning and realising I'm engaged to be married to the man I love
~ The morning of the day he was arrested. So that I could get us to run away from Venice, then and there.
~ The first time I held my daughter
~ The first time I held my son
~ Every time I learn Giac is indeed alive and my hope... is not in vain.

Muse: Henriette di Grimani
Fandom: Casanova (BBC 2005)


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