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Ever since their last meeting, Vivienne had been mindful not to come near Winter again. At first it had been merely because she detested the thought of having to talk to her again. Especially after the blonde had proven herself so utterly incapable of being a good rival. But then, just a few nights ago, what had happened finally dawned on her. As she'd laid in her grand bed she had suddenly felt wide awake at the realisation. Now she knew why Winter hadn't been able to say anything. She knew why the girl had breathed so heavily when Vivienne came closer, when she had touched her. Even though it had been a soft touch, she now understood why the other had made it seem as if the world was crumbling down. Because in a way, it had. Without meaning to do so the Howard girl had managed to shift and reshape the world of Alison Winter. And for the first time she did not know in advance what she would say to her.
As soon as the carriage stopped in front of the palace, she felt an exhausted sigh escape her lips. She did not want to do this. On her way to the gardens she managed to turn her scowl into a more neutral expression, one that was more known on her. The disturbing chatter of the girls reached her ears first, then she saw them. But more notably she saw Winter. Oh she looked so very darling, she must be very proud of the crisp ensemble she had put on. How vain. Unlike the other girls, Vivienne was dressed in a black gown. It had short puffy sleeves that left her pale arms bare, and a braid graced her hair while the rest fell loose over her shoulders.
It must have been obvious she did not want to come closer because a girl she knew as Penelope Villiers already came her way (Poppy reference). She had a mallet in her hand, one that Vivienne had barely noticed because she had been staring Winter. With a sickening sweet smile on her face Penelope spoke: "Ah Vivienne, how wonderful that you're joining us today." The Howard girl merely nodded as she was pulled away when the other hooked a arm through hers and started walking towards the group of ladies. She had been right: this was torment at its finest.
& Alison Winter
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These past days had been torment. She wasn't even sure how long it had been now, with the way the days blurred together as she clouded her every thought. It distracted her endlessly, worry and confusion and insecurity taking over. Anxiety kept her up at night and plagued her dreams, causing her to lose sleep and become extra jittery. She wasn't even sure what it was exactly that she had felt that day and continued to feel; only that it was very, very bad news.A little distraction would be good for her, she thought, and besides: it wasn't like she could just stop showing her face. So she'd agreed to play with Poppy and some of their other friends, a thick layer of white powder put on to try to mask the dark circles under her eyes. It worked, but it could not hide the way she was chewing on her bottom lip or twisting the ends of her long, blonde hair. Usually it was neatly pinned up, but with the large sun hat that she had to wear if she wanted to play outside it was impossible to fit all of her hair underneath. So she was wearing it in two braided pigtails instead, the lengths covering more than half of her back.
She was just picking out her mallet when Poppy's voice sounded. Vivienne? No, surely she couldn't-- Her head shot up at the mention of that name and sure enough, there she was. Dressed in a black dress, the sun reflecting on her exposed arms as if they were made of marble. Her eyes immediately fell back down again, seemingly very occupied with the important task of picking out the right mallet to play with. Her heartbeat was already picking up speed as she started panicking a little. This wasn't supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to be here. But she was and Alison knew that there was no use in continuing to pretend not to notice her. In fact, Vivienne had probably seen the way she'd responded already.
Alison was a lot of things, but she was not a coward. So while she wanted nothing more than to duck her head and hope that her hat covered her blushed cheeks, she forced herself to look up again for just a moment, forced herself to find her eyes. "Howard." followed by a curt nod was all she could muster, though, and she turned around and in a brisk walk headed towards the first hoop. She ignored the butterflies in her stomach that had fluttered up again at the sight of her grey eyes, cursing at the power she had over her.
This would be a long afternoon.
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Mon Apr 10, 2023 11:37 pm
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The young woman had thought about it ever since that night. Her head was filled with thoughts about what this would mean for Winter. To her it did nothing but irritate. She could not bear the thought of the blonde staring at her, let alone wanting to speak to her again. In Vivienne's mind, Alison Winter was still the rival that wasn't meant to be. The woman that had proven herself to be unworthy of her time. Only now the Tart of Ashmoor was also undoubtedly in her feelings about her, which she assumed wouldn't help the situation. It truly was annoying.
When she arrived at the awfully jolly meeting of Winter and her friends she could feel every fibe of her being yelling at her to get out now. This was, without a doubt, her absolute nightmare. She could not think of a worse way to spend time than with little ignorant Winter and her posse of equally annoying friends. Yet when her eyes fell upon the leader of the little band of ladies, she felt something entirely different enter her system: amusement. She had not thought that seeing the blonde so visibly flustered at her sudden appearance would be so... comical. It was as if the lady had been struck by a newfound timidity. Was this what Vivienne had done to her? She wished she could enjoy it more. Because of course, she was still Alison Winter, therefore she was utterly aggravating.
The nod Winter gave her was a courteous greeting if she had ever seen one. But the dark-haired girl had noticed regardless. Underneath that ludicrous sun hat, she had noticed the flush of red that covered the blonde's cheeks.
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There was a small part of her that held on to the false hope that maybe Vivienne would leave her alone. That she had disappointed her so much the other day that she wouldn't want to waste any more words to taunt her. It would be bad enough that she was here, still, but maybe that way she would be able to make it through the afternoon without making an absolute fool of herself.Of course she wasn't so lucky.
She could hear it in the way her footsteps sounded following the greeting. My lady. She wasn't even sure she had ever heard Howard call her that before. Somehow it felt even more hateful than the distant "Winter", although it did hold potential for something more... caring? No. No. No. She couldn't let her mind go there. Barely had time to, anyway, because despite the pace in which she had walked away, it didn't take long before Vivienne's voice sounded in her ear, a velvety tune that made all hairs on her body stand on end.
Was she aware? Obviously she had noticed her quiet demeanour and she was certain that her hat hadn't been able to hide her blush. But would she have put two and two together? Was she here to taunt her? To tell her that she knew? Would she hold it over her head, threaten to tell anyone? She couldn't ask her, because if she didn't know she would be incriminating herself. So she supposed the only option she had was trying to act as normally as possible, trying to act as if not everything inside her was screaming to be close to her.
She shouldn't be talking to her, then, but that would only make it all the more obvious. "Why are you here?" she therefore asked, her voice low and breathy as she tried to keep it steady for those four little words, her gaze straight ahead as she couldn't bare the thought of looking into her hate-filled eyes again.
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As cynical as she could be, Vivienne had only pondered the realisation of what had happened to Winter. Truthfully, she herself did not feel any different. Of course, any of those revelations had long been a part of her past rather than her present. As far as she knew, she still resented thinking about Winter and her utter incapability in life. Seeing the girl only confirmed those suspicions.
Dressed in what could only be described as the most ludicrous hat and dress combination she had ever seen, the heiress was everything she would never be. The girl was comfortable in this parade of pretend princesses. Or was she? Because she had seen how the blonde had reacted to her being here. Mayhaps the two of them were finally on equal ground: uncomfortable in a society that had treated them so differently.
This could be fun.
What could only be described as a sly smirk appeared on her face upon Winter's question.
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She could feel her gaze on her. That icy, derogatory stare of hers. What did she see? The vain, empty-headed heiress? Whose freckles stood out like a sore, along with the poor choice of garments that did all but slim her down? For the first time in her life, she felt extremely uncomfortable with the choices she had made that morning. She wished she could just disappear, blend into the background like some of the meeker girls. Leave quietly without anyone noticing as soon as she took sight of the dark-haired siren that stood next to her.Her voice sounded, velvety and composed. It made each and every hair on her body stand up straight, like a baby duck that shielded itself from the cold. She had no idea of the power she held over her right now. Alison wasn't even sure what it was exactly that she was feeling. She just wanted, desperately, for her to see her. Appreciate her. Like her, even. She wanted her to be happy to see her. To smile along with everyone else as she entered a room. She wanted her to laugh with her, not at her. Although the latter would also be fine if it meant hearing her laugh. She didn't think she had ever heard that sound before, but she imagined it to be as elegant as the girl herself, like silver clocks softly tinkling together --
But that tone. That mocking, vile, hateful tone. It awakened something other in Alison and had done so for some time. An urge to retort. To bite. A few days ago, she would have told the dark-haired girl that she was free to leave if she so desired. That it would make the afternoon more pleasant for all involved. She was actually ready to do so, be it by way of some sort of muscle memory, had already opened her mouth even.
I seem to recall that last time you were quite content to be next to me.
Too stunned to speak, she closed her mouth. A chill manoeuvred its way over her whole body as the reality of those words sunk in. Despite the strangeness of that afternoon, she remembered every second of it. She could recall the exact moment when it happened. She knew that she hadn't said anything that could give off the idea that she'd enjoyed her company. What she also knew was that, for all of her life, Alison's body language could be read like a book.
She knew.
Her green eyes shot from left to right as she tried to find an explanation in the other's grey gaze. There was none. Nothing but the cold storm of haze that was always there, with just that little bit of fire that she got when she thought she had the upper hand. Nothing but the same of what it always was. She had realised, but the realisation did her nothing. How god-awfully embarrassing. Alison wanted to run home, to bury herself beneath the blankets of her bed. To cry. But she couldn't, because all of her friends were here and she had no logical explanation for doing anything of the sort.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
A feeble try to retain some control and she knew it. What choice did she have, though? She couldn't help but let out an agitated huff, before turning around and walking away towards the rest of the group. She just had to put her mind to something else.
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Had it been any other person, Vivienne would have allowed herself just about every thought. But whenever she thought about Alison Winter and her mannerisms, she just felt rather annoyed. Still, there was this hidden part deep inside of her that wanted to see just how far she could push the other. She wanted to know just how far she could go with the 'perfect' heiress, who wasn't so perfect after all. Luckily for her, testing boundaries would undoubtedly bother or even greatly disturb little 'Peach', which was a bonus she felt quite content with.
Ever the master of her own emotions, the dark-haired girl knew exactly how to keep herself composed as she confronted the blonde. A spark could be seen in her eyes as she saw the girl open her mouth, as if she would tell her one of her horrid niceties, and then everything just stopped. She could see everything on Winter's face, she could hear every single thought in that moment. What would be next? Apologies? Excuses? Pretty words with little meaning to them? But no, once again she felt disappointed by Winter's entire being when the girl just left.
For a moment, she simply watched the other walk away. Then, a smirk appeared on her face. This was only the beginning. She had indeed awakened something in the other. How incredibly inconvenient for anyone who was too in touch with their emotions. Someone like Alison Winter.
It didn't take long for her to join the other girls, her face back in it's perfect porcelain neutrality. She listened to the others chatter about who should begin. The auburn-haired girl she knew as Poppy then decided for all of them: "It is only fair that we let our invited guest strike first". She spoke with such vigor that even Vivienne felt moderately impressed.
The ball flew forward, right through the first hoop. A most confident look appeared on her face, before she turned toward the surprised girls. Who said Vivienne had never played before?
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Sometimes her emotions overtook her. Like the first time she was told she was laughing too loudly and she could just feel the anxiety creeping up into her throat to shut her up. Or that time she dropped her doll from the carriage window and she felt so guilty about how dirty it had come back to her. In those instances she could not think straight, barely see clearly. It was like her whole mind and soul was clouded by a thunderstorm, electricity pulsing through her veins as she tried her best not to throw up. Sometimes when it happened she was alone and she could cry and hyperventilate until she felt better. Sometimes she was in public and she could do none of those things. And sometimes she was right in front of the one person she could show no weakness to. She tried singing a song in her head as she walked away. Tried smiling along to the chatter of her friends. But she didn't go away and so neither did her anxiety. It only got worse when Poppy, ever the hostess, invited her to go first, to which she gladly accepted. Of course she did. She might act like she belonged in the shadows, but it was clear what a narcissist she was. It dripped like venom from her tongue as she spoke. It appeared as a grimace on her face as the ball flew right through the first mall. It shot right through the blonde girl's heart as she said her name, her first name, and for the first time in a while her green eyes shot up to look her in the eyes again, flaring as if a whole forest was set on fire.
"Of course." she answered, because there was no other answer possible. She had practiced this game millions of times before, knew exactly the curve the mall in her garden took and how sticky the soil would be depending on when it had last rained. But she was trembling still and her gaze was still cloudy and her limbs were still electrocuted and her shot was way, way too hard. It missed the mall, barely, and then continued on its merry way into the bushes and trees until it was out of sight. For a moment she watched it go, but she couldn't bear the thought of having to turn around after such an utter embarrassment. Not ever, but especially not now. In a split second decision, she did one of her more un-ladylike commands as her servants were already making their way over into the bushes: "No. I will get it." she said as she stomped away, dropping her mall on the ground behind her.
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It was with those wins and losses in mind, all of which she could still recall, that people like Alison Winter bothered her so. Those were people who had never had to think about losing something. Or at least, losing something other than their puffy hats or frilly gloves. And in the case of Winter, mental battles with Vivienne. Perhaps that was why she enjoyed this so. One day she would give out the final blow, but for now she would just make her suffer a little more.
When the girl with porcelain skin shot her nemesis –not that she could truly still call her that, but it was better than nothing– a smile, she felt the other wither like a dying tree. And when she pronounced the name ‘Alison’ so flawlessly, she could see the other burn with the brightest fury. Ah, there was the spark that had been lacking. Maybe if she continued like this she could have the other screaming and fuming, all because Vivienne pronounced her name.
It felt rather rewarding when she hit her first shot so perfectly, and Winter failed to do so. A smile that could be called vile appeared on her cold face, but others would just call it ‘spirited’. She watched the tart spit out a command that had even ‘Poppy’ watching her with surprise on her face. Of course, the auburn-haired beauty quickly corrected herself. "It was a good effort Alison! You must have just slipped," she stated with grace. It just made Vivienne chuckle softly, even more so when she watched the blonde stomp away in anger.
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If she were a man and if this were a different game, the shot might have been impressive in some sort of way. A show of strength, a sign of masculinity. But if she were a man maybe she wouldn't have become so flustered in the first place. Maybe she would've been more confident in the role that her own decisions played in her life and maybe she wouldn't be pushed down so easily by the words of one person. At the very least, she probably would have had more experience in the department that caused her to feel all these feelings, and that would have helped.But she wasn't a man. She was the heiress, the one person who was supposed to be prim and proper and perfectly prepared to take over her father's role when the time came. The one with the sun hat and the white dress and the braided pigtails. She was never supposed to let merely this game get to her this much, let alone her, but there was no turning back now, not before she had calmed down a little. So she continued deeper into the woods, trying to focus on the ball as her thoughts were racing elsewhere.
That wretched voice.
She spun around only to see her standing there, leaning on her mallet in the most casual of ways. The long lines of her limbs and the sheer reflection of light on her skin made her look like a goddess carved out of marble. Alison could just feel her heartbeat pick up again and she turned back around to avert her gaze. Intently focused on the ball, of course. But she spoke again in that tingling voice and her stomach dropped -- or fluttered? -- at the question. The colour of her cheeks flaring up again meant that she was lucky that she had her back turned towards the tall brunette. "Why are you following me?" she asked, the agitation clear in her voice. She wanted to slap her but she couldn't do that because they were both ladies and a slap would certainly be visible on her perfectly porcelain cheek and so she just continued rummaging through the bushes. If she wanted to continue insulting her, she could follow along.
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It did sound like Winter and what most of her life must be made up of. In other words: absolutely dreadful. Thus, like the kind soul Vivienne truly wasn't, she often tried her hardest to make the other girl's life just a little less shiny and a little more miserable. Due to recent 'developments', she had found a whole new way to do so. If getting under somebody's skin was a game, Vivienne Howard would surely be the most decorated person in Alderrath.
The way the blonde turned around and looked at her was enough to make wicked grin appear on her face. Just for a second though, it was gone as quickly as it had arrived, as if she didn't want to share her inner pleasure with the other. Winter didn't answer her question, a matter that was considered quite rude for girls of their standing. She didn't expect anything else from the little tart.
When Winter moved further into the bushes, Vivienne silently followed her, making sure not to brush up against any plants.
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As she continued rummaging through the bush, Vivienne did indeed follow along. And with that, her insults. Alison wasn't sure why she still spent any energy on coming up with insults. Her presence was enough to make her feel absolutely miserable, let alone her voice. She could be talking about something as mundane as taxes and it would still make all the hairs on her body stand right on end. Knowing the power she held over her just made it that much worse. She thrusted on through the bushes, not as careful as she should have been but in too much a rush to care. The sooner she found that wretched ball, the sooner she could return to the group and stop listening to her verbal attacks. Or maybe she could come up with some excuse and just go home. She longed to do so, but it would surely be a temporary solution. She could not keep running away forever. For now, though, the lost ball gave her the opportunity to do exactly that at least for a little bit.
"I thought you did not care to hear me speak." she responded, the only thing coming out of her mouth during the girl's short rant. It did not seem to help, though, as she continued on with another question for her.
How did she sleep that night?
The truth was that she had slept. It took a while, but in the end she did. But that did not mean that the thoughts that had been plaguing her mind at that moment stopped. Instead, she dreamt. Vividly enough for her to remember every minute. It started out innocently enough, the sight of her pale grey eyes and the sound of her silver bell-like voice seemingly matching. It had seemed quite real; her words had been no kinder than they were now, nor had her gaze held any more warmth. But she came closer and closer, until she could feel her warm breath in her neck, followed by her lips. They had felt soft on her skin as they slowly traveled downwards, all the way until --
She had woken up at that point, flustered in a way that she had never felt before. It made her feel guilty in a way that she had also never felt before. Not only was it wrong, but shouldn't she feel that way about Faolan, and only him?
She had looked up in surprise as Vivienne suddenly stood before her, and so she had no time to avert her gaze before the plethora of emotions that was going through her mind was fully visible in it. "I--" She instinctively took a step back and in doing so her heel got caught on the root of a tree. Before she could fully register it, she was down on the ground, right in a muddy little area. Her white dress forever stained.
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So here they were: a girl who had never cared to know how the world turned, and the girl who had made the other's turn upside down. Vivienne thought she'd like to see Winter more shaken up than she already was —which wasn't a lot, frankly, Winter did not seem able to handle anything. So she pressed on in her verbal pursuit. She would until she saw the other fall, she wasn't even very demanding in whichever manner came first: literally of figuratively.
What she saw unravel on the other girl's face could only be described as a beautiful undoing. Finally, she had made the girl feel as tragic as she had felt. Winter's emotions were written on her face as the clouds in the sky: clear as day. But there was not just agony, there was something else too. Something she recognized from their last conversation, a want that had awakened in the blonde. That very longing was a weakness when someone like Vivienne held all the cards in a situation.
The words of victory hung on her lips, wanting to come out, when she was interrupted. Another unexpected display occurred when Winter backed off, and fell. For a moment, even Vivienne was surprised. Then, as she noticed her rival's perfect dress beyond ruined, a loud laugh escaped her lips. She forgot to hold back as pure wicked joy fell from her lips.
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