Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2016 17:14:48 GMT -5
Not, but... what someone outwardly expresses isn't always what they truly feel. It is unfair, but I don't believe everyone in our family has the luxury to be instinctively honest with their emotions. I know the pressures of being placed on a high pedestal, yet I would imagine it does not compare to those placed upon yourself, or your sisters... I worry that such pressures take their toll...
Antoinette nodded, still leaning against the instrument, her expression softened as much as she could let it; absorbing her cousin's words. Martine was such a small thing, even as far as Deveraux women went -- Nicolette had their father's height, Antoinette their mother's beauty, and the younger sisters the stature and slimness that was notorious of the blonde women of this line; but Martine seemed to comprise the paintings of their ancient line to the fullest. It was like looking at a porcelain doll.
Perhaps just as breakable. Time would prove that false or not, wouldn't it?
"One could consider it unfair, Martine, but there are sacrifices made when one holds positions such as we do." It took all Antoinette's strength to balk at how easily those words came; echoed from her father, her mother, her uncle. People she had, at one point, sought to rebel against -- to prove wrong.
"Unfair perhaps, in the nature that we are born to it without asking-- but ultimately, it can be a choice. Accept these limitations and hold our position, or..." Now Antoinette paused, her blue eyes glinting, seeing Martine's brother instead of the young woman's own face, " -- shirking it entirely, and thus forbearing such extremes in favor of this luxury."
"It is, ultimately, a choice, even if not an easy one." For some. It had always been easy for Antoinette to decide; effortless, when she realized it, in the end. There was only one lifestyle for her.
A sweetness, true, returned to her mouth then, and Antoinette reached out and gently snubbed the delicate point of her cousin's chin with her thumb. "But you don't need to worry over that, or us, Martine. I've made peace with my lot in life. I embrace it, even. You are sweet to concern yourself over it -- and that is why I am lucky you are my cousin, to have such warmth supporting me."
She paused, and then let humor return to her gaze. "But let us talk of less dark things, little dove. I am happy we've had this time to catch up, after all. We shouldn't let such time pass without it."
It was such a quick switch, it could have broken a neck.
@martinedeveraux
Antoinette nodded, still leaning against the instrument, her expression softened as much as she could let it; absorbing her cousin's words. Martine was such a small thing, even as far as Deveraux women went -- Nicolette had their father's height, Antoinette their mother's beauty, and the younger sisters the stature and slimness that was notorious of the blonde women of this line; but Martine seemed to comprise the paintings of their ancient line to the fullest. It was like looking at a porcelain doll.
Perhaps just as breakable. Time would prove that false or not, wouldn't it?
"One could consider it unfair, Martine, but there are sacrifices made when one holds positions such as we do." It took all Antoinette's strength to balk at how easily those words came; echoed from her father, her mother, her uncle. People she had, at one point, sought to rebel against -- to prove wrong.
"Unfair perhaps, in the nature that we are born to it without asking-- but ultimately, it can be a choice. Accept these limitations and hold our position, or..." Now Antoinette paused, her blue eyes glinting, seeing Martine's brother instead of the young woman's own face, " -- shirking it entirely, and thus forbearing such extremes in favor of this luxury."
"It is, ultimately, a choice, even if not an easy one." For some. It had always been easy for Antoinette to decide; effortless, when she realized it, in the end. There was only one lifestyle for her.
A sweetness, true, returned to her mouth then, and Antoinette reached out and gently snubbed the delicate point of her cousin's chin with her thumb. "But you don't need to worry over that, or us, Martine. I've made peace with my lot in life. I embrace it, even. You are sweet to concern yourself over it -- and that is why I am lucky you are my cousin, to have such warmth supporting me."
She paused, and then let humor return to her gaze. "But let us talk of less dark things, little dove. I am happy we've had this time to catch up, after all. We shouldn't let such time pass without it."
It was such a quick switch, it could have broken a neck.
@martinedeveraux