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c-e-d-dreamer · 1 year

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I Can Wait

A/N: Happy day 3 of @sjmromanceweek week! Today's theme is Honeymoon, and I have to admit, I did stay a bit loose with this theme. If they say the word honeymoon in the drabble, that count, right? Hopefully! Also, this is especially dedicated to @talkfantasytome who is the Cresserie queen :)

“This is a joke, right?”

“Come on, Cresseida. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“No, seriously. This is a sick joke, right?”

Cresseida takes one look at her brother’s face, and she knows he’s unfortunately being completely serious. Varian at least has the decency to grimace, to offer a small, sympathetic smile, but it does nothing to change the facts of the matter. It does nothing to change the fact that her brother is having his wedding in the mountains.

The fucking mountains.

Cresseida doesn’t care how many photos Varian showed her. Doesn’t care how picturesque the quaint little resort Varian and Amren have rented out is. Doesn’t care how breathtaking she’s sure they’ll both look in their all black ensembles against the backdrop of the snow. Doesn’t care about anything other than the fact that she’s currently standing outside a tiny ass airport, waiting for the shuttle that will take them up the mountain. About the fact she’s currently freezing her ass off.

She’s an absolute saint of a sister, and Varian better damn well know it.

“I’m not built for the cold,” Cresseida continues to protest, letting out a soft sigh and bundling her jacket closer. “Why couldn’t you have a destination wedding somewhere warm again?”

“It will be fine, Cress,” Varian assures her, lifting his arm just in time for Amren to join them outside and to tuck herself against his side. “You’ll see.”

~ * * * ~

Rustic is the only way that Cresseida can think to describe the bed and breakfast she’s standing in. A large, brick fireplace sits as the centerpiece of the front room, comfy armchairs and a sofa arranged around the orange flames flickering inside. Rather than any type of overhead lighting, lamps are littered around the space, providing a homely glow to the whole room, and exposed wooden beams line the ceiling above.

Cresseida makes her way across the room to the small front desk set up along the left wall. The woman standing behind the desk has her back turned, hunched over slightly, and Cresseida swears she can spot the pages of a novel opened in the woman’s hands. Cresseida clears her throat, and it does the trick to get the woman’s attention. The sound of a book slamming closed echoes in the quiet space, and then finally, the woman turns around.

In an instant, Cresseida’s entire mind goes blank, the whole world seeming to stutter to a stop before kicking back into gear, kicking into overdrive. The woman is absolutely stunning. Her dark hair is braided down along her shoulder, but the front strands hang loose and frame her face. It draws emphasis to the lines of her cheek bones, to a pair of soft looking brown eyes that seem to glint in the low light of the room.

Cresseida knows that she’s staring, is aware somewhere in the back of her mind that she’s practically gaping, but she doesn’t think anyone can blame her. Especially when the woman smiles, the sight completely breathtaking.

“Checking in?” the woman asks.

Cresseida clears her throat, quickly regathering her bearings. “Yes. I’m here for the wedding. It should be under the name Cresseida.”

The woman nods her head, turning to tap away at the computer in front of her. “We have you in our Windhaven Suite.”

The woman grabs one of the keys, sliding it across the desk. Cresseida reaches out to take it, and for a moment, their fingers brush together. Just that small contact has sparks radiating up her arm, has her heart tripping over itself in her chest, and she’s thankful that at least the low light of the room will hopefully hide the heat starting to creep up her neck and settle on her cheeks.

“Thanks…?” Cresseida offers, leaving the end of the sentence open expectantly.

“Emerie. It’s Emerie. Enjoy your stay.”

Somehow, someway, Cresseida finds it in herself to nod, but she doesn’t think she’ll be able to get Emerie’s face, Emerie’s smile, Emerie’s everything out of her mind any time soon. She will absolutely be enjoying her stay.

~ * * * ~

With nothing other than the rehearsal and subsequent rehearsal dinner later in the day, Cresseida decides to spend the morning taking full advantage of the free time and lounging in the large, four poster bed in the center of her room. Her eyes skate toward the windows, taking in the snowy mountain peaks just beyond, and just looking at them has a shiver ricocheting up her spine, has her burrowing deeper into her blankets.

She gives herself just a little while longer to relax before finally pulling herself up and out of bed. She takes the time to shower, not thinking about it too hard, not allowing herself to second guess things, when she pulls on one of her nicer tops afterwards, before making her way back downstairs to the main floor of the bed and breakfast. The late morning start means that the front room is empty.

Well, mostly empty. Emerie is once again standing behind the front desk, a book opened in front of her.

Just as Cresseida planned it.

Cresseida doesn’t even bother biting back her smile at seeing the other woman again, her eyes tracking the way Emerie has her bottom lip caught between her teeth, the way a stray strand of hair falls over her face and reflects the glow of the fire light, the way her brown eyes seem to glint as they dance across the page she’s reading. She allows herself to admire the view for just a few more moments before taking a deep breath for courage, flicking her hair off her shoulder, and making her way over to the front desk.

Emerie looks up at the sound of her steps, offering a smile that has butterflies taking off in Cresseida’s gut. “Good morning. Did you enjoy your stay last night?”

“Most definitely,” Cresseida agrees, offering a smile of her own and leaning her elbows against the front desk.

“Glad to hear that. And can I help you with planning any excursions today?”

“I’m sure hoping you can.”

Cresseida makes sure her response is absolutely dripping with suggestion, licking her lips and not even bothering to bite back the smirk tugging its way across her lips. It’s definitely worth it for the color that floods in Emerie’s cheeks, the way she smirks right back before seeming to remember her professionalism.

“We have plenty of offerings,” Emerie begins after clearing her throat. “There’s of course the ski resort. We do rentals of skis and snowboards and have a free shuttle service to the lifts. There’s also snow tubing basically right next door to that. Or a little ways closer to town, we can also set up dog sledding for you.”

“Oh, absolutely nothing outside,” Cresseida dismisses with a casual wave of her hand. “I hate the cold.”

Emerie lets out a laugh at that, light and melodious, and practically striking Cresseida stupid. She wants to make her laugh again. She wants to make her laugh over and over until the sound is fully ingrained into her mind, etched into her very soul. She wants to memorize the way Emerie’s brown eyes light up, the way her nose scrunches and her cheeks pinch.

“You don’t like the cold, yet you’re here in the mountains?” Emerie teases, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“Not my decision,” Cresseida explains with a sigh. “My brother has decided this is where he wants to get married. Mother knows why. If you’re going to have a destination wedding, why wouldn’t you want it somewhere warm? Like a beach? I’d love to have my wedding on a beach. Especially because then you can have your honeymoon there too. Wouldn’t you rather see your wife in a hot ass swimsuit rather than bundled up for the snow?”

“I’d certainly agree,” Emerie says, her eyes sweeping over Cresseida like she can perfectly imagine it.

It has Cresseida’s skin pebbling in goosebumps that have nothing to do with the snow, has her skin heating in response. She swears she can feel the gaze like a phantom touch, and suddenly, she’s longing for a taste of the real thing. She may be stuck in the fucking mountains of all places, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t take this amazing opportunity presented in front of her, if she doesn’t find a way to pull this beautiful woman in front of her.

“So nothing outside then?” Emerie continues, her gaze finally cutting back to Cresseida’s own.

“Exactly. I’d much prefer something indoors. Perhaps something cozy and romantic?” Cresseida suggests, leaning further over the front desk until she can count every eyelash that frames Emerie’s eyes, can feel her hitched breath skate across her lips. “Something that can be delivered straight to my room?”

That pretty pink returns to Emerie’s cheeks but she doesn’t refute or pull away. Instead her eyes flicker down just once, just enough for Cresseida to clock the way they dip to her lips and back up again. The spark blazing in those brown eyes has Cresseida considering closing that inch of distance between them right here and right now, the fact they’re in the open and Emerie is technically working be damned. Anything to find out if those lips feel as soft as they look, anything for just a taste.

“I can certainly arrange something like that,” Emerie finally speaks again, her voice almost breathless. “But it won’t be available until after three.”

“That’s alright. I can wait.”

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dustjacketmusings · 1 year

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What are your favorite SJM rarepairs or crackships and why?

Have I told you about the wonderous pairing that is Nemerie (Emerie x Nesta) lately? Em doesn't get enough hype, honestly. I'd marry her in a heartbeat. Saw Nesta and immediately went "are you here willingly?" Five seconds in and she's ride or die. Nesta has never realized someone could just... like her?? They're so incredibly cute I love them so much. Soft and sweet, ready to run away and start a bookstore in Day 🥰

Or we could talk about the cresserie agenda. Cresseida x Emerie is a top tier rarepair considering they've never met in canon. The summer court princess and the night court valkyrie. They could be so good, and so very hot. Imagine emerie on diplomatic missions to summer relaxing on the beach and shading cresseida with her wings. It's good

Last but not least, Nezriel (Nesta x Azriel). They can either be very soft or incredibly fucked up. Either way they're two sharp tortured people who don't judge each other. They aren't here to magically fix each other by getting dicked down they're just willing to be there with no criticism (and maybe thats all they really needed). Quiet and deeply tragic, the forbidden love everyone wants.

#asks #nemerie #cresserie #nezriel

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talkfantasytome · 1 year

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Waited a Decade

Cresseida has been crushing on her brother's friend for almost a decade. Now that she's back from college and they feel closer in age, she's excited to face Emerie and see what could happen.

Warnings: None? Light Kissing...Fantasizing...Nothing Explicit

Word Count: 2,728 | Read on AO3 | Cresserie Masterlist

a/n: Written for Day 4 of @sjmromanceweek on tumblr: Favorite Tropes. I do love the sibling's friend/friend's sibling trope. This time I went the other way of what I did last year. XD

Today was the day.

Chills danced across Cresseida's skin, refusing to fade away. And rightly so. She doubted her heart would stop pounding, either.

It had been too long since she'd seen her brother's friends, and now the whole group of them were coming over. Just days after Cresseida got back from her final year of college. Four years away from home, barely returning save for a few days at the holidays and a week or two over the summer. With all her internships being closer to her school nearly two thousand miles away, it was sheer luck she'd managed to land a job closer to home.

At least, she hoped it was luck.

The doorbell rang, and suddenly semi-familiar voices filled the air and drifted up to where Cresseida stood in her bathroom, putting the finishing touches on her make-up. She was going for a natural look, but it still had to be perfect. All of Varian's friends saw her as his baby sister, but she was twenty-two now. That needed to change.

Not that she cared that much about all of them. There was just the one who she was hoping would see her differently. It was only a two year age difference. That's nothing in your twenties.

She adjusted her white, two piece outfit, making sure she was showing off enough skin to draw eyes. Cresseida loved summer. And the opportunity to wear white whenever she wanted. It looked so good against her dark brown skin. Brushing her hands through her tight, silvery white braids, she gave herself a quick smile in the mirror and started downstairs and toward the barbeque.

Almost everyone was out on the deck, lounging on the furniture, soaking in the sun, and enjoying the view of the sparkling high tide. Cresseida scanned the group for the near-black hair of the one she was most excited to see, to no avail.

Disappointment sank in her stomach as she looked out at mostly white, yellow, brown, and red heads. But it was still early, and that just gave her more time to mentally prepare and take some deep breaths.

Deciding she might need more than that, Cresseida headed into the kitchen to grab a cider from the fridge. She froze in place when she realized she wasn't the only one with that idea.

A perfectly round and firm butt poked up into the air as its owner dug through the fridge. Nearly everything in Cresseida completely stopped at the sight of those short, olive shorts riding up a bit, showing off even more of the miles of bronzed golden brown legs that had haunted Cresseida's dreams for almost a decade.

It was such a cliché, crushing on one of your brother's best friends, but what could she do? Every time Cresseida saw Emerie her hands began to sweat and her heart would hammer against her chest as if it were trying to escape.

She tried to get over it. Cresseida had always been the little kid they were too cool for. So she found her own friends, her own group, and she lived her life. Yes, she continued to get tongue-tied and flustered in the presence of Emerie. Cresseida just treated it more like a celebrity crush. Thinking of it that way really helped her in other romantic pursuits.

Living so far away for college was also a blessing, but she was always there in the back of Cresseida's mind. She continued to follow Emerie on Instagram. Couldn't help but feel jealous whenever she'd posted pictures with that perfect, blonde girlfriend. She was almost embarrassed by the relief and joy she'd felt when she found out that Emerie and the girl had broken up. And discovering that, over six months later, Emerie was still single was music to her ears. She'd be coming home, practically a different person, and maybe get a chance to see if it was more than just a kid crushing on her brother's friend.

Based on the way her body tightened and clenched, Cresseida was pretty sure she already had the answer to that question.

Emerie straightened, revealing the black top she was wearing that barely reached her shorts, showing off a small sliver of skin. She was muscular enough that her torso didn't have huge curves, but there was still a slight arc on her sides, just enough to make her waist a perfect resting spot for hands. It was tantalizing, and it took all of Cresseida's strength to lift her eyes so that she'd be looking at Emerie's face when the woman turned.

It may not have been the best idea. Cresseida could never forget how beautiful Emerie is, but seeing her in person was an entirely different experience than the Instagram stalking she'd been doing for the past four years. She met a pair of chocolate brown eyes that completely entranced her, and if she hadn't already been stuck in place, that gaze would've done it.

She tried to steel her features and put on a good poker face. She doubted it worked. Cresseida had never been great at poker.

Emerie's full lips twitched into a bit of a smirk as her twinkling eyes rolled down Cresseida's body, setting fire in their wake. But the heat worked some magic and Cresseida finally unfroze, her body loosening even as her heart continued to thunder. She flashed a half-smile at Emerie and took a step closer.

"Hey Emerie," she said as coolly as she could. It definitely came out breathier than intended.

"Cresseida," Emerie replied. Her voice was smooth and silky. Not exactly deep, but low enough that it both soothed and awakened her. "Your brother didn't tell us you were home."

Taking a deep breath, and reminding herself that she was hot and no longer the little girl who knew nothing, Cresseida smoothly rested a hand on the island counter and leaned on it. "He must've thought I'd be a wonderful surprise."

That was good. She could do this. Everyone else was blissfully distracted outside, and Cresseida had found herself inside with the one person she'd wanted to see. Something in the universe was on her side.

"He wasn't wrong." Emerie's eyes took another sweep over Cresseida's body, resting for an extra second on her bare stomach and then again on her bare legs before meeting her eyes again. "You've, uh…you look good."

Giddiness bubbled inside of Cresseida. As if a little, cartoon version of herself was bouncing up and down within her, clapping excitedly at the reaction. But she kept her face serene as she responded, "Thanks, so do you. Very good."

A tint of pink flushed across Emerie's cheeks, the only sign Cresseida's words had gotten to her. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and she let her body nudge forward a couple inches, trying to slowly close the gap between them.

Emerie cleared her throat and held out one of her hands. It was only then that Cresseida realized she'd been holding a bottle of cider in each.

"That was for someone, but I can't remember who, now."

Cresseida accepted the cider and twisted the cap off. Emerie followed suit and they clinked their bottles together before taking a sip, their eyes remaining locked. "Thank you. This is exactly what I was coming in here for," Cresseida added. She took another large gulp of the cool, sweet liquid and then set the bottle down.

"Is that all you were coming in for?"

Cresseida gave Emerie a small grin. "What else? I hadn't gotten far enough onto the deck to know you were already here and just not outside."

Emerie's eyes widened and her chest expanded as if she suddenly needed to breathe deeper. Cresseida's eyes dipped to watch the motion and a heat began to build again within her that she really needed to calm down.

When she looked back up she found Emerie watching her, their eyes locking again and filling Cresseida's head with the most beautiful, filthiest thoughts. She imagined stepping closer, taking that bottle out of Emerie's hand, and then brushing her hands up those smooth arms. Letting one rest at the nape of Emerie's neck as the other then trailed down her body, massaging certain parts before resting on her hip.

She lost herself in the fantasy of leaning in, taking those full lips in her own and deepening the kiss. Pulling Emerie close, their bodies flush against each other. In that position, she could easily turn them and pin Emerie against the counter. The kiss would turn wild. Emerie's hands would grab the counter to keep her balanced. The one Cresseida had on Emerie's hip would start to trail across her stomach, teasing at the waistband of her shorts. Emerie would gasp, her own hands finally finding Cresseida. They'd start on her hips, but soon enough would make their way to her butt, kneading at it as Cresseida fiddled with the button of Emerie's shorts. She'd pause, check in with Emerie, and with consent she'd undo the button, letting her hand begin to trail beneath the fabric to feel-

THWACK!

Cresseida nearly jumped out of her skin as the sound of the screen door slamming pulled her out of her fantasy.

She wasn’t sure how long she'd been standing there with Emerie, the two staring at each other, but the sound clearly startled Emerie, too. Her hand slapped up to her heart, her breathing deepening for a moment as they both were snapped out of their reveries. Cresseida had never wanted to know anything more than what Emerie had been thinking about while she'd been fantasizing.

Their eyes met again, disappointment swimming in that enchanting, dark sea, likely reflecting what Emerie was seeing in Cresseida's own gaze. Assuming she was reading Emerie's right.

"There you are, I thought you were grabbing us some ciders," Varian sighed, walking into the kitchen.

Emerie looked up, shaking herself a bit as she said, "Uh, yeah, but then I ran into Cresseida and figured she'd need it more. Being your sister and all," she teased, her laugh a bit more awkward than what Cresseida remembered from high school.

"Ha ha." Varian rolled his eyes, rubbing Cresseida's head for a second before walking past them and grabbing a bottle from the fridge. "Well, come on. Everyone's asking about both of you."

They both nodded and followed Varian out to the deck.

It was the most painful few hours of Cresseida's life. As great as it was to see everyone and catch up with them, people she realized she could start calling her friends, too, the conversation was not distracting enough for her to forget that Emerie was just a few feet away. No matter who she was talking to, she'd find herself looking around to find where Emerie had ended up. And almost every time she did, she'd catch Emerie's eyes and the air would suddenly grow tense between them.

When she didn't meet Emerie's stare, she'd take the moment to admire the woman. The way there were some warm undertones in her hair that shone through in the sunlight. Or how her skin seemed to glisten in the sun. The way her eyes lit up when she laughed. How her face glowed every time she smiled. It was enough to keep her feeling just slightly chilly despite standing in the blazing heat, the anticipation and nerves completely overwhelming.

And then, while everyone was eating, she found herself sitting beside Emerie. Cresseida thought she might die.

Electricity sparked between them. She honestly thought she could feel a shock every time one of them moved in the slightest. It was so powerful she couldn't bring herself to eat. Her stomach was roiling so much, she doubted she'd keep anything down.

This crush had never been so bad. She'd spent almost ten years dealing with it and she'd never experienced something like this. Of course, Cresseida had also never actually felt like the feelings might be reciprocated. And maybe they weren't. Maybe Emerie was just being nice, and Cresseida read too much into it. Or maybe she just was surprised to see Cresseida as an adult. As someone basically the same age as her. Maybe Emerie was only physically attracted to her, but was that enough for Cresseida?

Had she not fantasized about a relationship with Emerie just as often as she had physical intimacy? Had she not imagined going out on dates, watching movies together, laughing together, living life together?

Being this close to Emerie after so many years, and now knowing the pleasure of touch, of course the physical feelings overtook her. And yes, she was okay if physical attraction was what started something. But that wouldn't be enough for her, in the end.

Emerie had always been the nicest of her brother's friends. Always took the time to ask how she was doing, to give her a smile. She was funny, smart, strong, and one hell of a business person. A couple years out of college, and there were already talks about expanding her store to become a franchise. There had always been so much to like about Emerie on top of her beauty. Cresseida knew she wanted more.

It was all so consuming she couldn't take it.

Cresseida excused herself from the group and headed to the bathroom to give herself a moment of relief. She leaned over the sink and took some quick, deep breaths to steady herself. She'd never thought her interaction with Emerie would be so arousing, and she wasn't sure if it was just the intensity of seeing her again for the first time in so long, or if it was from Emerie's own reactions. The ones she didn't even know if she'd read right. It was so daunting she barely realized that the bathroom door had opened behind her.

Once again, Cressieda startled, turning quickly to see Emerie stepping in and closing the door behind her, the lock clicking in place.

Before she knew it, Emerie was taking her face in her hands and pressing her lips against Cresseida's. They were warm and soft and entirely inviting. And without warning, Cresseida was opening for Emerie. Unlike her fantasy, she was the one gripping the counter, her legs giving out at the feel of Emerie against her.

Emerie's tongue slid into her mouth, exploring every inch slowly and caressing her own tongue in a way that had Cresseida's toes curling.

The kiss was over too soon, Emerie pulling away but not letting go of her face. Cresseida just stared up at her, any swagger she'd built up at the beginning of the day completely gone.

"E-Emerie…?" she breathed, and the woman in front of her laughed softly.

"Sorry, I just had to take the opportunity to do that before the party ended," she whispered. "But I didn't know how to get you alone again."

"No, it's fine. I-I mean, it's more than fine, it's-"

Emerie cut her off with another kiss, this one softer and slower, and even shorter. "What are you doing after the barbecue?"

"Nothing," Cresseida answered too quickly.

"Great. Maybe we can hang out, then?" she asked tentatively. "I'd like to get to know you properly, separate from Varian. We can go to a movie, or just for a drive? I know a beautiful lookout that's just a quick walk from where we'd park. We can take a blanket and talk."

Cresseida's heart leapt as she nodded enthusiastically. She was far past playing cool. Emerie just asked her on a date, after giving her the best kiss of her life. Words were beyond her. Especially as she watched Emerie's lips spread into a full smile.

She leaned in toward Cresseida again, kissing her gently, but Cresseida was done with that. Finally finding herself enough to move, she lifted her hands, moving one to cup Emerie's cheek as the other gripped her waist. She deepened the kiss as one of Emerie's hands moved to her hip.

Cresseida knew they'd have to get back to the party. And they'd have all night to explore this. Not to mention however much time they wanted after that, now that she was back in town for good. Still, she'd been waiting a decade for this, their friends could wait a few more minutes for them.

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abraxos-and-ataraxia · 2 years

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Ok no offense but I made a post about it months ago but like. Eris x Cressida is unmatched and I've lowkey shipped it since acowar

Cresseris? Erisseida? You were spot on, they do slay. Something about that boss bitch energy like “I get things done whether you like it or not” just....I bow before them

#also? I feel like they should be besties #I’m collecting ships where I’d be equally happy with hot sex or genuine friendship #nezriel and neris and now Eris x cresseida #hot best friend energy that’s it #the way tumblr opened my eyes to so many characters 👏#bless this community #united we thirst #ask box #Eris x cresseida

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onethousandophelias · 4 years

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Gaetano Cresseri - Paesaggio con figura femminile seduta (1909) Civic Museums of Art and History, Brescia

#gaetano cresseri #romanticism #oil on canvas #one thousand ophelias #italian painting #cresseri

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shisasan · 6 years

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Gaetano Cresseri (1870-1933)

#gaetano cresseri #Illustration #painting #u

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moodymelanist · 2 years

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Okay, I HAVE to ask about cheerleading AU! 😄

Ahhhh okay so for those who don’t know I cheered in high school (and I also love bring it on!) so I wanted to do fic about that hehehe. I think it’d be so funny to have Nesta be the HBIC who’s whipped her squad into shape and Cassian joins cause there’s no gymnastics team and they just get on each other’s nerves constantly. (I also wouldn’t be opposed to writing this for a crackship like Cresserie or something!!)

#asks #story asks

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loumargi · 4 years

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Gaetano Cresseri (1870-1933) - La notte

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1five1two · 6 years

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'Seated figure with Landscape'. Gaetano Cresseri. 1909.

#art #painting #art history #figure #landscape #woman #dress #beauty

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ae-neon · 9 months

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Cresseida x Eris Drabble

Sometimes, Eris wondered if it had been Cresseida born to Autumn, not him.

She moved with a practiced grace that all at once threatened and beguiled; with hair like aspen, skin like mahogany, eyes like honey and a tongue like a silver blade - she was Autumn personified.

Which made it all the more comical when she sneezed so hard, Eris thought her corset might pop open.

They stood in their bedroom, already dressed to attend the evening's ball but - as they had made a habit of - allowed themselves time alone before setting out.

The habit had been born out of the conspiratorial nature of their marriage, but now, months later - even with most of their troubles solved, or deceased - they had not made any moves to break from the routine.

His mouth quirked, almost smirking as his wife frowned, hands smoothing over her intricately embroidered bodice, as if she too worried it might have ripped.

Eris glided across the room, to the vanity she had flooded with pearls and shells, to find the vial of medicine he'd asked the royal healer to concoct to combat the temporary stress on Cresseida's summery constitution.

She blushed when he approached with it, still embarrassed at the difficulty she was having. But a few drops and her senses would be soothed for half a day at least.

She'd gotten a rash the first week in Autumn, not used to wearing velvet, wool and fur. So Eris had ordered her undergarments and hosiery of summer silk to protect her skin.

She'd lost weight a month later. And he had ordered lemons, pineapples and mangoes to be made into desserts.

They were, to him, small and almost insignificant actions but they had changed the way the Princess saw him, softened her in some ways, moved her to see him in a light beyond ally, beyond possible friend and lifetime companion.

The idea of a wife was something Eris had had a complicated relationship with. From before he'd been old enough to truly understand it, he had rejected the notion of living the way his parents had. The rejection had been a violent thing born in fear and had caused him to act out, even at the expense of another.

With time, he'd come to accept the idea of a ward of sorts, an asset if not an ally.

But this, whatever it was, was something he had not let himself imagine. Not quite love but rooted deep in him, blooming quiet and unseen.

He moved to place a white fur stole around her, matching her hair but contrasting beautifully with her brown skin and the blood orange dress she wore.

He dipped his head, slow but not hesitant, to place a kiss at her shoulder as he clasped his arms around her and let the heat of his body rise as it pressed against hers.

Then another at her neck, resisting the urge to suckle and bite when he felt as much as heard her sigh.

It made her blush when his hands and eyes lingered like this. The reactions alone would have been interesting enough to encourage he continue, but the truth was he'd become accustomed to her. He found himself wanting her more and more, even just in presence.

It felt natural, felt right, to reach out, to bring her near and share his warmth. To seek her opinion beyond the next steps of allying with Winter or adding a regiment to the southern border.

They had begun to turn to each other with barely veiled exasperation during their difficult dealings with what remained of his father's loyalists. Sighs building in synchronization. Chuckles and nicknames for the rigid old fools now passed between them as easily as plans for the integration of border towns did.

And they sought tentative approval in each other and felt budding pride at how, as time went, smiles came easily, victories built into noticeable change and the distance between them seemed to burn away.

She was not of Autumn and perhaps she would always be chased by chills, but Eris knew now that Cresseida would seek his warmth to ward off the cold, and that he would be waiting with open arms every time she did.

It's not much but I had to do something, everyone has been so nice, building this ship from the ground up with me.

Inspired by ideas from @feynessupremacy, @katymckateface as well as this art by @kvitkapaporoti1

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