#valtieri-siblings

[cheeseandstrawberrytartlover]

Monk: What was your character’s childhood like? How was their family?

For all.

*Evil grins*

Oh boy. Thank you for asking this, darling. AHEM.

Monk

Ben's childhood was awful. They were born to a Breton and an Imperial. Their mother died not soon after their third birthday and their father gave the latest born (Ben) the fault for her sickness and eventual death. Vorrael, Ben's brother left not soon after her mother's death. To try and get Ben out of the family situation, but when he returns, he hears that his father had been murdered and that his little sibling had disappeared with 16 years of age.

Sereyna's childhood was chaotic... and a little easier than their parent's. Sheo!Ben noticed early that his child was just as chaotic as them, but they didn't know that she was as cruel as other Daedra from time to time. When it came to other Daedric Princes visiting the Shivering Isles, Sheo!Ben had an emergency plan of a few more caretakers for Sereyna. She was either sent to Black Marsh to see the Hist priestess or to the Skooma cat priestess (Ko'Zahnari) and her life partner, the Nerevarine (Rakesh). On Nirn, she was raised more normally with set morals and basic skills. Though, her Daedric nature always shined through. They have one parent, Sheogorath. Four fathers; Haskill, Akatosh being her biological father, Vicente Valtieri who is not there (less than Akatosh) and at last the Nerevarine, Rakesh. And in all of that chaos, she has one mother which is Ko'Zahnari.

Ji'vassa is still very young, but they are an orphan and they do not remember a life outside of the ratway in Riften.

Ko'Zahnari's childhood was taken away very early as she already married at 16 years old. Before that, their life was incredibly nice since she grew up a noble.

Kairi has been under the wing of their mother for years. Having a loving family of nine parents was not enough for them. They wanted more and they wanted to have a life outside of the Spiral Skein, even though it was incredibly nice. Their mother, Mephala, had always been a bit possessive, so they want to leave as soon as possible.

#tw trauma #tw childhood trauma #for the oc tag game #my ocs

[rhys-valtieri]

A Letter of Forewarning

Dear Esteemed Gentleman,

In grace, I write you for the settling of your mind on the matter of my sister’s safe keeping. You are addled with misunderstanding and that may prove dangerous for you.  Aredhele neither requests or requires protection from her devouring interest.  She consumes them long before they feel the breath of demise at the back of their necks. They crumble under the demand of her ministrations like limestone over time.  Flee this course after her attention and return to your sensible-mistress, lest you anguish for her bidding in a desert, parched for regret.

Additionally, please forgive my brusque demeanor when last we spoke.  The tenderness of my typical countenance was caught sleeping for the visceral acuity of a recent and valiant martial struggle.  Furthermore, Aredhele’s quest after the madness of tin-god monster is of little interest to me.

Therefore sir, permit me to alleviate any uncertainty there may remain between us.  I will begin with a question and beg you to consider carefully before reply. After all, silence is an acceptable and often appropriate response.

Do you seek my attention sir?  At present, your buzzing is a mild nuisance I pain to overlook for the sake of my sister’s pleasure and your present-seeming comfort.  Your business with Aredhele is much the same;  a distant, prattling of inane observations, nevertheless avoidable.  And avoid you sir I shall, for your tongue is a nest of hungry vipers, striking at the half-thought proclamations of your self-certified truth.

Your constant, erroneous, meddling-observations vex my patience.  For all your judgement is quarrel in the making, cast like dice after those notions you fear the most.  You are predictable sir, though fear me not, for I will keep your secrets.  I have thus far and will continue to exercise prudence in my way with you.  

Nevertheless, continue to make your business that of my business and I will begin to take a much keener interest in the reasons for your own Mister Exsar.  I bid you farewell, may your days be many and your burdens light but far from me.

~Rhys Valtieri

@aredhelvaltieri @exsar-starhawk​

#valtieri-siblings #beefdown #fairwarning #notafriendlyletter #carefulattention #judgement #selfcalcification #theaimsofthewicked #wickedways #doublemindedministration

[aredheleravenwing]

( Follow up piece to the story I wrote )

#valtieri siblings #I lost my soul with thee

[titanicmight]

“I thought you had abandoned the old ways, Veronika.” 

Words of steel cut through whatever semblance of peace existed in the low lit room, blackout curtains the saving grace of a tired soul. Absence of time allowed the young Kul Tiran to find a place within its seconds, that which passed freely without permission. Evening’s hours had faded into dawn’s staggering rays of light, and those who rose with the sun’s first rays now rudely interrupted the slumber of those who hit the sheets at light’s debut.

Alexa ripped open the darkness while standing in the light, admiring, no doubt the bustle of the Trade District below the second floor flat. Inwardly, Vane was relieved that the night’s debauchery had occurred elsewhere, for once. Her living space was pristine, besides a plate of food that had been left not long ago on the bedside table.

Sleepy fingers fumbled around to gather a biscuit from the plate, as Vane struggled her way from the warmth of covers. Dazed and blinking away grogginess, the monolith of a woman staggered around the room, food shoved into her mouth, and attention diverted finding and to pulling on a nearby shirt. Next was the half-hearted attempt to straighten up her hair, disheveled  from a nasty bit of bedhead.

Straight-backed and allowing her sister the time to gather herself, Alexa idly watched the citizens like the overseer she deemed herself to be. The sibling’s existence could not be more contrast, for the naval officer was dressed, clean, and pristine as expected, since sunrise. Vane hated her for it.

“And what do I owe the distinct pleasure of you standing in my bedroom, Alexa? You surprised ‘m not in a bed full of women? Maybe shootin’ lines off their stomachs, hm?” Finding her wits, finishing her biscuit, and now calmed enough despite the startle of her elder sister's presence, the youngest shot back a retort.

“You flatter yourself. And stop with whatever low-born accent you have drafted to blend, if you would. Clean yourself up, you have ten minutes. Relena will meet you outside, since you have decided to press your birthright. It is high time you start acting respectable.” Alexa responded, unphased and not so much as blinking, her Kul Tiran-born accented monotone rising to provide an unamused reply. 

She left without another word, gone just as quickly as the night’s hours. A ghost in the feeble existence of a certain Veronika Volkov. The only true confession that Alexa actually had stood there, chastising, was the distant click of the front door announcing her departure. Low voices and exchanged pleasantries only confirmed Vane’s suspicions, punctuated with the Vice-Admirals timely retreat.

Yet while time was pressing down on her, advancing, demanding a choice, all Vane could think of was the prior evening. Clarity ended shortly after she had arrived at Lady Valtieri’s estate, it was an evening of impassioned words and acts.

And vices, in every form that the young human had ever entertained. Liquor, booze, women, men, drugs… it was the greed of a mind hungry for iniquities that always served as Vane’s downfall. That coupled with a certain woman caused doubt to encase her heart. A personally tailored sense of chivalry demanded action in a moment of injustice done to Cerusani, but nobility’s unforgiving ruleset dictated silence.

Don’t pick a fight, Vane.

Those simple words were maybe the most saving advice that had ever been offered to a woman that swung her fists to solve a problem. There was no man or foe that she could not beat, besides those that would not fight at all. Or, those that knew the art of war, the long game.

Stormwind’s unlanded solved their issues with bloodbaths, fights, fists, and flying knuckles. The nobility shot words, poised, as sharp as daggers. Alexa was of this world, and Vane was now demanding an entrance.

It did not bode well, despite the bloodline’s first rule,

All is fair in love and war.

@cerusaniduskbinder | @carmillahuxley | @ravenpriest | @aredhelvaltieri | @preyontheweak

#𝐦𝐞𝐳𝐳𝐨

[deceitful-jester]

I always felt like piting someone and wanting justice to catch up with someone were the opposite of the same coin. Might be because I'm not a native english speaker though! "Continue to commit atrocities" sounds like an amazing ending, best outcome for sure (god help the humans in that timeline). Okay, but now you have to elaborate, who is Michael, how did he get into a suit and how did they partner up together?

        Well dear old Mikey met Henry when he was abducted by the circus. Mike was one of the horrible ringmaster’s nest members {Marvin, the ringmaster, was a very powerful vampire and the nest is basically all of the people he’s turned so far}. The ringmaster would bring the circus around the nest occasionally so that they could feed off of the circus workers. Mike and his father, Vance, took a great liking to Henry but couldn’t really help him since they were all scared of Marvin and Marvin had threatened to harm Mike if they messed with his ‘possessions’.         Henry was eventually turned by Marvin and ended up killing and eating him whole, thus becoming the new nest leader and freeing both the nest vampires and the other circus performers from living in fear of when Marvin would have his next hissy fit. William re-connected with Henry and the circus a while later and at first Mikey, Will, and Hen-Hen were just Ambiguously Close Best FriendsTM but eventually everyone figured out they were in love and made things official.          How did Mike end up in the suit? Well, he’s this universe’s Springtrap. The possessed animatronics knew he was treasured by the two that were responsible for their death and had heard tales of blood and agony surrounding the eccentric dandy, so they cornered him with the old SpringBonnie suit and - You know the rest of the story.        A bit more detail on who he is - He’s a very strange man who lives with his disabled father. The Valtieris are old money and thus could afford care for Vance but seeing as all three of Michael’s siblings as well as Vance’s wife are dead and they are very close they couldn’t bare living away from each other out of fear that if something did happen they wouldn’t be able to help each other.       Michael and Vance are originally from England, but moved to America along with the people that turned them into vampires. Mike is a very whimsical, artistic person with a passion for both sewing and painting. He is quite tall and slimly built with long, wavy golden hair, pale skin, freckles, and gap teeth. He is soft spoken and charming.

[rhys-valtieri]

Like you, she craves the attention of mad pursuits.  She baits her own trap with the focused attention of creatures like me.  But I am chief among monsters, for I master my own.

Rhys Valtieri

#valtieri-siblings #valtieri #contritionofmonsters #dangerforobsession #obsession

[rhys-valtieri]

You’ll find only a shadow of me in these monsters of men, and only one that flees from dawn for a lack of substance.

Rhys Valtieri

#darktruth #hatefilledaffection #valtieri-siblings #turnfromyourway #knowthineenemy #enemyofself #selfdestruction #aloneinlove #familyconflict #monstersofmen

[rhys-valtieri]

Vapid Ends

Dear Sweet Sister,

What have I done?  What am I doing?  As dawn rolls secrets into the veil of night, so too this judgment drives my purpose amidst shadow.  For I have found the sanctity of my mind sheered with duplicity, lost in the turning, wayward in heading and confused by the going forth.  Guilt festers like a boil on my soul, tender to the touch and offensive to the sight. It cannot be lanced and there is no remedy in the midst of us, only time and madness can cleanse it now.

How has it come to this?  I have no answer... the universe sets its will against me, and for what?  I cannot say.  I see it only darkly - this signal for change.  But I cannot ignore it, lest this pressing judgment destroy me.

Dear sweet Aredhele, my champion, my mission, my white raven of hope of redemption.  Oh, how I longed to remain here with you in the static promises of our terrible union.  Nevertheless, I cannot deny the vicious truth any longer. You will never spread your wings in my shadow.  You have been the sole focus of my unyielding purpose for the better part of a decade and I begin to wonder if my measures were merely a madness made manifest. I have become a slave to this obsession and ashamed of myself.  I no longer master this vessel but instead find myself rudderless in a mad boiling sea of lust and tincture.  I am propelled into matters and deeds for which I see only darkly.  I am over-invested in the pursuit of half-thought hopes at your making.  I am all but compelled, clearly not the master any longer.

I began a terrible work in you little sister, a work after the deepest depravity of our kin.  A making, forged in the snaking promises of a man, stringing you along after my vapid ends.  I never knew what laid at the end of our journey together Aredhele.  Now I know that there was never a promise, only empty games and the selfish, fleshly desires of a lonely man.

Forgive me.

~ Rhys Valtieri

(The letter Rhys NEVER sent to @aredhelvaltieri when he abandoned her over 350 years ago in her 20′s.)

#valtieri-siblings #regret-unspoken #contrite-admissions #love #heartache #poor-choices

[rhys-valtieri]

Dear sister, has it been so long?  Am I some alleyway soothsayer? That you think to purchase from me a fortune for you Lord?  Tomorrow has not come and I know not what it brings. Save the struggle at your making, his lips will surely sing.

Rhys Valtieri

#fortuneofadeadman #deadlords #brokenandbroke #valtieri-siblings #triteirritations #fortuneofanobleman #momentaryfrustrations #missingthepoint #myopicpursuits #simplemindedmeasures

[rhys-valtieri]

My love, leave these tired-old ways behind you, I beg-you become something new.  You must stop baiting the hook of fools against yourself and master your greedy demons.  So that you might slack this unquenchable thirst at long last and take your own leash.  Then, when the dawn comes, and the truth arrives and you find the monster’s shadow tested.  It will not shrink into the horizon with night or the sickly will of lesser men.  It will stretch long across your world and feast from dawn to dusk and back again.

Rhys Valtieri

#valtieri-siblings #lovesufferslong #nevergiveup #leashyourdemons #masteryourway #familymatters

[rhys-valtieri]

Come and lay with me, let's not mince the words of deed with the games of the flesh.  The rules remain the same but are ever changing. For the desire of flesh is a natural gamble, like the toil of survival in a warlike amble.  We tear down our reason for a single hoping handful.  We forge our desire like a blacksmith at anvil.  So soon forgotten in our encroaching-choking brambles.  Eyes of fright like gas-light in the night, bore wide in frantic weeping for a lack of hallowed seeking.  Come to me my friend, and tell me truly, what it is you seek for in and with and through me?

Rhys Valtieri

#strugglecuddle #loveyourneighbor #friendsmatter #darktruth #fordtheabyss #valtieri-siblings #longsuffering #loveisnotproud #motivematters #plutonicaffection #demonsgames #darkpoet #conversationalprose

[rhys-valtieri]

Know that I suffer contrition for my way against you already.  I have taken more from you than I ought yet and you haven't the slightest inkling what.  My demons have names too, names like;  jealousy, rage, hate, envy, greed and lust.

Rhys Valtieri

#truth #darkmen #fearfulaffection #truthofpower #voidfriends #fordtheabyss #valtieri-siblings #twoworldscollide #contritionofmonsters