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tfwrobert:
Yuletide || Eleanor + Robert
“How pleasant, indeed!” He exclaimed (oblivious to the fact that Eleanor had said “interesting” and not “pleasant” “You have such a fine cook,” He remarked, eyeing the sweets that were being prepared for the children with an unconcealed look of envy - blissfully unaware of how unromantic it was to first compliment the food before the present company, “And you have little to fear on that account. I do hope to spend the rest of my holidays here, in your company. Once I am married, I shall, of course, be family.”
He decided, of course, that she was expressing concern that this might be the last holiday celebration they had together. He hoped he had eased her fears on that account.
“Miss Eleanor! I should be delighted if you should make such an introduction! And, it seems, so would you. Yes, you are not so subtle as you think you are, my dear. It is quite clear you mean for me to take the parsonage myself. I do doubt you have anyone else in your acquaintance who would be better suited to such a position on an prominent estate! With such a position, I could be free to marry almost immediately – which, of course, must be your primary objective arranging such a scheme. You clever girl!”
He had known she was eager, but he never expected her to construct such a scheme as this, for their benefit. “Yes, you must introduce me to him tomorrow! Now, know that my aspirations are even higher than that: I hope one day to have a royal benefactor, but such a position shall certainly suit me for the time being.”
As excited as he was for this new future which would allow him to marry, he couldn’t quite get those sweets out of his head and, side-stepping Eleanor, he went directly to the basket and selected two bundles of sweets for himself and began to unwrap them.
He felt no guilt from (literally) taking candy from babes. He would, of course, be very likely to inherit this house, after all. Even if he married the youngest, he was sure that it would all pass to him. The other girls would likely never marry and would remain here under his protection. He was entitled to everything it held: including these wonderful delights!
“Ah!” He said through a mouth full of food, “Excellent! You should all have some. I insist.”
Eleanor was unsure how much longer she would be able to keep a straight face with all the utterly absurd things Persimmons kept saying.
“Oh of course... the Turner Family has always been well known for their... cooks,” Eleanor commented, watching him watch the sweet parcels for the children. She was glad their cook had hidden a second batch in the kitchen.
“I also do not doubt that anyone in my acquaintance would be suited for such a position,” she agreed. There was no one she could imagine more she wished to live in a parsonage far away from the Turner family.
“I do know you have such loftier goals, Mr. Persimmons,” Eleanor continued, “But I am sure you know that the Earl is very well connected in the court. I am sure he can introduce you to almost anyone!”
Eleanor was about to give Mr. Persimmons many more reasons why he should do everything in his power to take over the parsonage Eleanor wasn’t even sure existed, but before she could speak, Persimmons had made a beeline for the sweets.
“Mr Persimmons!” Eleanor cried with a mixture of sincerity and mockery. “Those are for the children!”
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tfwrobert:
Yuletide || Eleanor + Robert
“… should always be an attention to detail, so that the ribbons are precisely even on either side … it is so aesthetically pleasing when a lady knows how to properly assemble such things … “
Robert was going on about ribbons and the proper way to tie them. It seemed Lucy was the only one who was paying him any attention (although it was very likely that her mind, too, was now elsewhere, but as she was the one who was primarily tying together the parcels of sweets, she was also the one who was his primary focus).
It was also clear, to anyone who bothered to pay him any attention, that he had no experience with ribbons, whatsoever.
Eleanor’s declaration that she was upset with her pairing, however, turned all of Robert Persimmon’s attentions. He took her hands in his own, “My dearest lady, if I could have selected my own partner, know that she would be in this very room,” He purposefully was vague in this instance, since all of the girls were now in the room and did not wish to upset any of them, but he also wished to reassure Eleanor of his devotions to her.
“How lucky it is, that we can still celebrate Yuletide together, as we are happily under one roof! And once Yuletide is over, we will go back to the way things were and may spend much more time in each other’s company.”
Poor thing was quiet beside herself, he though. Most likely she was also rather jealous of Cassandra Astley for getting to be his partner and Robert found that he quite liked seeing her this way.
His ears perked up when she mentioned her own partner. “The Earl of Clarendon, did you say? And he is seeking advice on how to fill and renovate his parsonage? Oh, sweet girl, tell him he must look no further. I am more than happy to assist him in any way he might need. I pride myself with my exceptional taste! Indeed, if it was not improper, I should love to show you all the space shelving I had constructed in my rooms here.”
Constructed was a very loose term in this instance and had the Admiral known, he would not be pleased to see the state of the walls in his guest bedrooms.
“Tomorrow, you must introduce us!”
“It certainly is... something, Mr. Persimmons, having you spend yet another holiday with us,” Eleanor replied, attempting not to make too horrible of a face when he took her hands. She settled on a grimace which she hoped he would interpret as despair for her situation. “In fact it seems I cannot remember a time in which you were not a guests for our family holidays...”
Lucy (who was exceedingly proficient in ribbon tying!) shook her head at her younger sister, a smile on her face as she placed the little parcels into the basket to keep by the front door for the evening.
“Yes, you heard correctly,” Eleanor replied, leaning towards Robert. “My partner is indeed the Earl of Clarendon. Mr. Persimmons, how could I be so silly as to not even think that you might be perfect person to speak with him on the subjects he seems so insistent on discussing with me. I still introduce you to him immediately upon our arrival at the Yuletide events tomorrow!”
“I can only imagine the parsonage at Clarendon must be exceedingly lovely,” Eleanor continued. “I’ve heard, in fact, that it is the grandest parsonage in the country. I can only imagine the Earl is looking for only the best of the best to offer his patronage to...”
Eleanor stared at Robert for a moment wanting to drive the point home as much as possible.
“Perhaps he might even meet the person he wishes to bestow it on at the Yuletide events.”
Another pause.
“Maybe the Earl will even meet this person tomorrow.”
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point divider MAY 29 - JAN 14
eleanor turner / total 450 points
for this week 285 points
previous week points: 165
replies (10ea) x 10
starters (15ea) x 7
starter replies (15ea) x 0
starter replies Yuletide (30ea) x 1
edits/graphics (10ea) x 0
memes (5ea) x 0
plotting (5ea) x 8
plotting Yuletide (10ea) x 1
narratives/drabbles (20ea) x 0
past events challenge (25) x 0
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Yuletide || Eleanor + Robert
Eleanor was sure that the gods they all worshipped did not exist. If they did and cared at all for the mortals who praised them, Eleanor was sure they would have blessed the Turner family by removing Robert Persimmons from their home and their lives.
Yet here he was, blathering on as the Turner sisters attempted to prepare for the children that would soon be coming by their home expecting treats in turn for their songs. She wasn’t listening, of course-- she rarely did when it came to anything Persimmons had to say.
While she felt extremely lucky that she was not stuck with Robert for the ridiculous tradition of escorts throughout Yuletide, she did know Cassandra had ended up as his unlucky partner. She could only imagine what a terrible time poor Cassandra was destined to have over the celebrations.
Eleanor decided she must do something about it... and perhaps she it might serve as a way to be rid of her own escort as well.
“Mr. Persimmons, you must try this!” Eleanor exclaimed, shoving a biscuit into his mouth so that he might stop talking for a moment. She was only mildly disappointed he didn’t choke.
“Is it not the greatest tragedy the gods decided we should not be paired together for this Yuldetide season?” Eleanor proclaimed with a sigh, collapsing into the chair next to Robert. She spotted Lucy’s wide eyes as she focused intently on the small parcels of sweets she was tying up with neat little bows. Next to her, Isabella was doing all she could to not laugh out loud.
“Instead I am paired with the Earl of Clarendon. Whatever am I to speak about to such a noble, wealthy, and well connected gentleman?” she asked, grabbing Robert’s arm. “What do I know of renovating parsonages and bestowing patronages? It is simply all he speaks of!”
Everything about this was an utter lie, of course. Eleanor had no idea if Charles Acton had a parsonage to renovate or a patronage to bestow-- however, neither did Robert.
#I thought i'd start something since their last comment was very out of date#and terrorizing robert is eleanor's new yuletide tradition!#Yuletide#robert persimmons
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tfwcharles:
Yuletide Pairings | Charles & Eleanor
The first thing Charles thought when his name was drawn was that his partner was first, unknown to him, but second obviously rather young. He could not help but sigh as he was sure she was a naive young lady who was experiencing her first season and who would be either very awkward and dull or be reveal herself to be both a terrible flirt and rather bourgeois.
When he heard her name, however, he knew that she must be one of Admiral Turner’s daughters: which meant that she was a member of His Majesty’s Most Honorable Aerial Brigade. A most distasteful employment for a woman. Charles audibly groaned when he realized this.
He couldn’t think of anyone worse to be paired with.
(That was not strictly true, but whenever Charles was at all inconvenienced, he tended to be rather dramatic.)
He decided then and there that he would be as civil as he could manage, but he was already prepared for this young lady to grate upon his nerves in every possible way. “Miss Turner,” He greeted, bowing his head in her direction and offering her his arm, “Happy Yuletide to you and your family.”
Eleanor’s first reaction to the name on the small slip of paper was that it was not, thankfully, Robert Persimmons.
Her second reaction was to turn to the priestess and ask if she might draw a different name. She could see Maria’s completely appalled face out of the corner of her eye as the priestess replied with a forceful whisper of no.
The Acton family was not one who the Turners found themselves associating with often, if at all. They were not like the Astley Family who managed to look past the fact that the Turners were not of the noble class. Eleanor could almost predict what thoughts were going through her escort’s head-- he was such with a commoner and not just that, but also one of the infamous female dragonriders. How many strikes she already had against her!
As someone who cared little for the nobility and their practices, Eleanor knew little of Charles Acton. She’d heard some mentions of him inheriting an Earldom now that he was engaged to Constance Astley and had seen him at a few of the Astley’s gatherings looking as if he might wish to be anywhere else.
She half hoped that he wouldn’t bother to even seek her out, yet here he was standing in front of her and offering her his arm. Any hopes that she might have paired herself with a man who wasn’t particularly keen to follow traditions were slowly melting away. It was then Eleanor’s turn to decide then and there that she would do her best to be anywhere but in the company of Charles Acton over the next few days.
“I’d rather be called Eleanor if you please,” she replied dismissively. “Oh, apologies, I’d rather be called Eleanor if you please, my lord,” she added, making a dramatic curtsey. If Robert Persimmons was good for anything, it was inspiring the most elaborate bows.
Ignoring his arm, she began heading towards the doors of the temple as the crowds made their way to the market. Eleanor was happy to leave the temple-- the religious services had a way of making her uneasy. She preferred to keep her life in her own hands and not offer it up to the gods.
“Tell me,” she asked him, glancing over her shoulder to see if he’d even bothered to follow after her. “Are you fond of cards?”
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Charlotte Heywood + 💐
[In Regency times] flowers also carried meanings in what was known as ‘the language of the flower.’
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tfwcecily:
tfweleanor:
A Graceful Return || Cecily + Eleanor
“If only I’d managed to grow as tall as the rest of you, I wouldn’t be constantly catching the hem on things,” Eleanor grumbled, flopping into the chair next to her sister. Eleanor was deeply offended that the universe had made her the shortest of the sisters (except for Lucy– they were, in fact, the same height but somehow Eleanor still felt like the smallest). It was lucky that Cecily was so adapt with a needle and thread– Eleanor had never had the patience to even attempt to learn to sew.
“Why would I lose to them?” Eleanor asked indignantly. “It isn’t my fault they are terrible at the game or that Roderick Hambridge always manages to accidentally reveal his hand after he’s had only one drink.”
Eleanor paused, smiling apologetically at her sister. She knew Cecily would not be offended by Eleanor’s brash response, but she did not like to speak to her sweet and kind hearted sister that way.
“I promise it won’t become a bad habit,” she assured Cecily, scooping the coins back into the little leather pouch. “And I promise to take the money from only those who deserve it and then will funnel it all back into the resistance. How does that sound?”
Eleanor stared, unblinking, at her sister’s description of their evening. As she reached the conclusion, Eleanor let her head flop backwards and let out a groan.
“Why are we continuing to allow this man to disrupt our lives so thoroughly? Papa is the former Admiral of the Aerial Brigade! Does that not earn this household even the smallest bit of respect?”
“You are the youngest, so it certainly suits the rest of us. We don’t always like to see the other signs that you’ve quite grown up.” Cecily was convinced that they would all still treat her as the baby even if she managed to tower over them all, but as she was still the smallest, it certainly helped to facilitate the rather comforting illusion that Eleanor was somehow still a little girl.
“Still, you certainly do your best to convince us otherwise,” She added, raising her eyebrow again as she started to work on mending the tear in Eleanor’s gown. “Gambling with drunk and rowdy gentlemen is certainly not an activity for children.” Cecily’s eyes widened a bit as she saw Eleanor’s winnings, “Goodness! I suppose you certainly know what you are doing.” She doubted that Eleanor could have come away with so much without knowing what she was doing.
“You don’t ever go there alone, do you?” She didn’t like to think about what might happen if something went wrong, or if the other men suddenly became upset that they were constantly being bested by a woman. Sometimes it was hard to remember that Eleanor was more than just her baby sister, but a dragonrider in her own right: she knew how to defend herself if it ever did come to that.
"I know he can be a bit … “ Cecily paused, searching for the right word to describe Robert Persimmons. ”… taxing, but hopefully it will not be for much longer. You know we cannot ask him to leave, or it shall look suspicious. He must stay here as long as is required.“ But even Cecily hoped for a quick end to his rather extended stay.
Eleanor didn’t want to tell her sister she was often alone at the tavern... but she also didn’t wish to lie to her.
“Isabella comes along from time to time. And there are always some of the men from the Brigade-- they’re the best to steal coins from!-- so no one ever bothers me. You mustn’t worry, Cecily, I am perfectly fine! I don’t think anyone would ever dare to cause trouble with one of the former Admiral’s daughters... especially knowing they have dragons at their disposal.
“Sometimes there are officers there as well... I won a few of these coins off Mallerton. Serves him right, sending Persimmons into our lives. I would have stayed to take more of his money if I had known Maria had locked the door already. Perhaps I should take up lock picking... what do you think?” Eleanor asked, grinning at her sister. She was only partially joking.
“Perhaps the next time I see Mallerton at the tavern, I will challenge him to a card game and the loser is stuck with Robert Persimmons. I rarely lose and after so many of Roland’s plans have been ruined by Horatio, perhaps it may be the only way we are ever rid of him...” Eleanor flopped backwards onto her sister’s bed, staring up at the ceiling.
“Papa told me today that Maria is insistent we all participate in the Yuletide festivities this season. He said he would ‘greatly appreciate’ if I took part in the pairing ceremony and have an escort this season...” she grumbled, rolling over on her side to look at Cecily. “Which we all know is Papa’s way of saying I need to do what he asks,” Eleanor sighed. For as many years as Eleanor had been eligible to take part in the tradition, she had declined and was insistent on being her own escort throughout the festivities.
“Perhaps if I am paired with Persimmons, I shall start a new tradition and push my escort into the bonfire!”
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tfwwilliam:
tfweleanor:
Conversation || William + Eleanor
“You aren’t Roland.”
Eleanor made the smallest of frowns as she came upon William Abbott. There were a few places she always looked first when searching for him as he no longer was able to come and go from their household. At one point William had also often been found about the Turner estate, though that had ended when all the… unpleasantness with her old sister had taken place.
William, much like Roland, was one of those long standing figures in her life. She remembered the days of chasing after them, begging to be taken on adventures even though she was only eight years old.
“There’s been a development with Mr. Persimmons,” she informed William, knowing he must have heard about the antics with their houseguest from Roland. “And by a development, I mean that I am completely and utterly tired of sharing a household with him. I’m quite convinced he is at any moment going to propose to… one of us. I do think we’re interchangeable at this point. I thought perhaps Horatio might impress upon him the importance of the role as well…”
She plopped down next to William, . “Roland has, of course, done his best to try and get Mr. Persimmons to find alternative lodgings but Allerdale has always managed to put a stop to it before he leaves! I am hoping we might devise a much more urgent reason for his departure. I do not believe I can stand another night with him at our home!”
That much, it had to be said, was certainly so. William was rarely one for outward displays of emotion, but his lips quirked upward, all the same, at that comment. He knew it wasn’t a compliment – he agreed that, if he were Roland, he would be a better man – and the knowledge was reinforced by the smallest frown upon Eleanor’s face. Still, he was well aware she hadn’t meant it that way, a circumstance which, in his own mind and with his own peculiar (and peculiarly cynical) brand of humor, made the situation that much more amusing.
Bravely, he stifled the threatening laughter and turned to her with arched brows, expecting to hear whatever it was she meant to say. “No,” he agreed, slowly. “But still nearer to him, I think, than his doppelganger.”
Hearing her speak of Mr. Persimmons, surprise crossed his expression. Whatever he’d expected to hear, it hadn’t been this. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned back against his desk to listen. Despite himself – he knew he shouldn’t have, but – he laughed, passing a hand over his face. “What a wretched mess Allerdale has involved you all in. Perhaps he hopes to demoralize you so badly you will confess to the whole thing and come, begging, to be put into prison rather than face another nightly sermon.” He smiled slightly. “By the sounds of it, it might just work, hm?”
William shook his head, abandoning his odd brand of humor and shaking his head. As someone who had, himself, once proposed to a Turner, he could well understand the draw of wishing to do so, but the notion of having no idea which of the ladies’ charms was most irrepressible hit him with a spark of anger. They each deserved their own admirers, certainly, but they were each so individual – which was, indeed, part of their charm – that it was a particular insult to deal with such wishwashy sentiment towards them. For himself, William had known from the very start that, for him, Rebecca was the lady, the only one. His tone, then, was soft and half-contrite and absolutely sincere when he spoke again, turning to look at her as she plopped down beside him.
“I’m so sorry. You deserve so much better than that.”
He paused, looked down at his hands. “Well, as we established, I’m not Roland, so I cannot masquerade effectively as Allerdale, but perhaps I might yet prove of some assistance. Your most ardent suitor is, I think Miss Isabella mentioned, terrified of drakes, is he not?” He smirked. “I once heard a legend…” he turned, plucked up a volume from his desk that had to do with drakes. Flipping through the pages, he nodded when he found the right one and leaned towards her so she could more easily see.
“It’s only a fairytale, but…This is the story of a lady whose family all died when she was but a babe, leaving her abandoned near a clutch of dragon eggs where, mistaken for one of them, she was raised as a dragoness, herself and, when inevitably, she was reintroduced to society, and married…long story short, the drakes devoured her husbands, one after the next. Do you know it?”
He shrugged, “Perhaps, it could be suggested, one way or another, to Mr. Persimmons that this is, indeed, the fate that awaits the spouses of you and your sisters, as well? Perhaps…we could give him reason to think it so, as well?”
It occurred to Eleanor suddenly how little she found herself at the resistance hideouts nowadays. They had been her playhouses as a young girl but as she felt either Persimmons or Maria was constantly watching her, she rarely found a moment to slip onto one of the hidden paths and make her way into the dilapidated stone fortresses hidden within the forest surrounding the Turners’ home.
Even though things had ended on a somewhat sour note between William and Rebecca, she found still was still instantly at ease here once again. Perhaps she might run away, live in the forest and no longer find herself being forced to attend parties or listen to Maria prattle on about who she might wed.
Eleanor’s eyes scanned the page William had opened to, a small smile growing on her face.
“Oh how delightful!” she proclaimed, wrenching the book from his hands to examine it more closely. “He shall have nightmares for days! I must figure out how to place this book so that he will read the tale... perhaps it alone will cause him to flee from our home!”
This was, of course, completely unlikely as Robert Persimmons was a leech that would not be moved until it found a better host.
Closing the book, Eleanor hugged it to her chest, smiling at William. “You know, I do miss the days when you and Roland would come to the house for Yuletide. I’m sorry Papa was brought Maria in to ruin all our fun.”
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tfwaloysius:
ooc | Aloysius & Eleanor
KATE! Aloysius and Eleanor are friends and I just know that they became close because they are both always hanging around and gambling alkdjflsajflasfj ngl I think Aloysius is definitely one of the guys she beats at card games a lot but honestly he doesn’t care b/c he’s always drunk and ngl I think he thinks it’s really funny whenever she just waltzes in there and gets the best of all the men!??!
Also, just for fun, I think that he probably has tried to get her to hustle some people before who don’t know her just so he can see the look on their faces after they bet her ridiculously amounts of money and she just wins it all alskjflsafj
YES I LOVE THIS. She would 100% sit down at the table and be like “aren’t you a prince? why are you here?” because she had literally no filter and no self preservation issues and isn’t that why we all love eleanor? hahah
And weren’t he and Isabella a bit of a thing there for awhile? Because you KNOW Eleanor went back home one day and was like “look at all the gold i won off the prince!” and everyone was like “excuse me?” so isabella went along and was like...well yes indeed that is a prince you won a bunch of money off of! not saying that’s how those two met butttttt
anywho, eleanor basically is just living to do what she wants when she wants and have fun so if he’s down for that, she would be more than happy to have him around! and for sure he’s in on the hustle (and def pockets half the money for herself/the resistance which makes it extra sweet for her!)
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tfwrebecca:
tfweleanor:
Winter’s Tale || Rebecca + Eleanor
Eleanor made an attempt to tug lose the braids on her head but they were quite secure.
“I know it is a tradition but why,” Eleanor groaned to her eldest sister. It was a conversation that they’d had multiple times in the weeks leading up to Yuletide.
“The last thing I want to do is be escorted around by some man I don’t know. I don’t even want to be escorted about by any man I do know,” she continued, continuing to poke at the braids. Her sister had done an impressive job.
Eleanor was much happier when she could wear her hair down. It was always a bit wild and untamed and often got in her way, but that didn’t matter. It made her feel restrained and something about this braided hairstyle was amplifying that feeling.
“If I am paired with Robert Persimmons, I will throw myself off the roof,” Eleanor announced before pulling a King cake (which she had stolen from the kitchen earlier) from her pocket and taking a bite from it. “Or Horatio. Or Mallerton,” she continued, growing more and more irritated with both her hairstyle and the impending festivities.
Another bite of the king cake.
“Or I might simply throw myself off the roof because of these braids! Why must we give into Maria’s ridiculous demands about hairstyles?” she finally exclaimed.
“If you are paired with any of those gentlemen, I give you leave to do so,” She was only half-teasing as she said this, “I feel even Maria would, at the least, take pause before wishing one of them to become her son-in-law, which certainly means they would be insufferable as a Yuletide partner.” Maria had, at one time, had thought favorably enough of all of them to wish a marriage between them and any of the girls, but after living with Robert Persimmons for months upon end, even she was beyond wishing a match with him, or anyone who had a hand in placing him there.
“I do not believe the gods will be that cruel. We’ve all suffered enough at their hands, already. And if you do not believe that, know that the odds are also in your favor.” At least they were not to draw one of those specific three, but Rebecca knew that the odds that the gentleman in question would be a partner Eleanor favored were slim to none. Aclea was in desperate want of tolerable young men.
“Here, let me,” Rebecca didn’t wait for a response to begin assisting Eleanor with her hair. It was a mess: she’d made it worse when she attempted to fix it, and Rebecca set to work completely undoing her braids: it seemed she would have to begin at the start. “We do it because all of us seem firmly to refuse any opportunity we have at marriage and I suppose we ought to do something to make our step-mother happy. Braiding one’s hair once a year is a much smaller, less permanent thing to do.”
There was much frustration to be found around Maria: her endless worries about the girls and their futures seemed to be all she thought of and it was easy to forget why she was in their lives in the first place. Their father loved her dearly and she had made him happy again, something that should not be forgotten. And while Rebecca was not about to marry anyone, just now, she was not above doing something small to show Maria that they did care for some of her opinions.
“I think you underestimate Maria’s dislike for me,” Eleanor replied to her sister. “I am certain if any of those gentlemen were to wish to marry me and get me out of her home, she would be most glad. Thankfully Persimmons is too easily distracted to actually propose marriage or else I assume she would be begging father to force me into that union. Hence,” Eleanor stood then on the edge of her sister’s bed, teetering precariously, arms outstretched, “The roof may be the only option,” she concluded before jumping off, landing on the ground with a thump before sitting on the edge of the bed so that Rebecca might fix the disaster she had created upon her own head.
Eleanor did not find herself drawn to much of the religious ideals of Aclea. The idea that gods and goddesses were what would seal her fate and for that reason she must feel beholden to them was an idea the youngest sister of the Turner household utterly detested. She’d made this point known many times but, mostly due to her father’s influence, had begun to hold her tongue on the subject and partake in the events for the sake of her family.
Eleanor let out a sigh of relief as Rebecca released her hair from its tight confines. “I wish she and Papa would simply have a baby so she might focus all her attention upon it and not us,” Eleanor grumbled. “We’ve done perfectly well without a mother for years and certainly don’t need one now.”
“If you could pick anyone out of the stupid cup of manly escorts, who would you chose?” Eleanor inquired, glancing up at her sister who, thankfully, was restyling her hair much less tightly than it had been.
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whenever Eleanor figures out Ambrose is a Robert Persimmons fan… she is going to want to use that to create as much chaos as possible! I’ve been trying to figure out EXACTLY what that might be but it will definitely involve trying to get Robert to move OUT of the Turner house… that is pretty much her only life goal at this point!
OOC | Ambrose & Eleanor
so similarly to lucy, ambrose is…egotistical as hell and probs doesn’t know exactly who eleanor is, even if he ~does end up meeting her at a celebration for her dad smdh and honestly he’s just as likely to mistake her for a servant as for a visiting dignitary *facepalm* he honestly has no clue what’s going on ngl
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Winter’s Tale || Rebecca + Eleanor
Eleanor made an attempt to tug lose the braids on her head but they were quite secure.
“I know it is a tradition but why,” Eleanor groaned to her eldest sister. It was a conversation that they’d had multiple times in the weeks leading up to Yuletide.
“The last thing I want to do is be escorted around by some man I don’t know. I don’t even want to be escorted about by any man I do know,” she continued, continuing to poke at the braids. Her sister had done an impressive job.
Eleanor was much happier when she could wear her hair down. It was always a bit wild and untamed and often got in her way, but that didn’t matter. It made her feel restrained and something about this braided hairstyle was amplifying that feeling.
“If I am paired with Robert Persimmons, I will throw myself off the roof,” Eleanor announced before pulling a King cake (which she had stolen from the kitchen earlier) from her pocket and taking a bite from it. “Or Horatio. Or Mallerton,” she continued, growing more and more irritated with both her hairstyle and the impending festivities.
Another bite of the king cake.
“Or I might simply throw myself off the roof because of these braids! Why must we give into Maria’s ridiculous demands about hairstyles?” she finally exclaimed.
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tfwcharles:
ooc | Charles & Eleanor
KATE!!! Honestly, I’m laughing so hard at these two getting paired together for Yuletide!!
Charles is SO serious and I feel like he is also takes tradition and religion, etc, very seriously pLUS he’s very competitive lmao and I do not think he’s here for coming in second when they have to solve the riddles/puzzles, etc, and he definitely makes that clear to Eleanor. (Plus he feels like he needs to impress the Astley fam right now as Constance is his fake!fiancée and he also wants to impress Dorothea since he’s in love with her and basically he’s playing to win!!
I also think he’s just like ????? about Eleanor in general. He’s also a little too, uh, ~traditional and I think he doesn’t really think women should be dragon riders (not that he’d voice that to her!!) and he definitely would not approve of her gambling if he knew about that and yeah I feel like he’d basically be a little prejudice against Eleanor at the start!
He’s also someone, however, that isn’t above changing his views/opinions on things, so I can weirdly see them becoming friends by the end of this and Eleanor getting Charles to loosen up a little and actually ~gasp~ have fun with it, but I can also see them hating each other by the end, too.
lizzy omg. i missed the update about this event (i’ve been going insane trying to finish a knitting project!) but now reading it with these two? GOLDEN. omg. so excited.
so when it comes to all the tradition and religious exercises.... not honestly eleanor’s cup of tea. she’s down for any part of it that involves a party but not so much the rest! she probably only is taking part in this whole event because her sisters talked her into it since the last thing she would EVER want is to be escorted around by some guy! honestly she drew a name and probably was like “can i pick again?” or “...who even is this?” and somewhere Maria is face-palming because her youngest step daughter is a disaster.
eleanor is DEFINITELY a lot and considering the men she spends most of her time around are either other members of the Brigade, Roland, or Robert, she’s not necessarily the BEST at behaving in the most *ladylike* fashion around gentlemen (but to be fair... she also makes zero effort, haha ;)
pretty much if he’s going to be be gung-ho about all the events, Eleanor is 100% going to be pretty much anywhere else.. and by anywhere else, it is more than likely the tavern. (like there is definitely a moment where she agrees to something, he turns around for a minute, and by the time he looks back girl has HIGHTAILED IT to the tavern.) HOWEVER... I do think that if Charles agrees to lighten up a bit, eleanor would probably agree to take some things a bit more seriously! (it also helps she likes to win too, haha!)
that all being said, i also see a world where they come out of this friends! If she can each him to loosen up a bit and he might be able to get her to see that there is *some* good in tradition!
who doesn’t love a friendship between someone super serious and a chaos gobin? ;)
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SANDITON - 1x05
Charlotte Heywood’s pink coat
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tfwowen:
OOC | Owen & Eleanor
so, as i mentioned in lucy’s comment, these two probs know e/o!!!!! he’s breezing in, acting like he wants to pick up amicably where things left off…but revenge is his ulterior motive dun dun DUNNN ;DDDD
Eleanor: Do you enjoy cards?
Honestly at this point every man is just someone she is hoping she can perhaps cheat out of money at the tavern ;)
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tfwroland:
Plots & Plans || Roland + Eleanor
tfweleanor:
“The funny thing… well, one of many funny things about Mr. Persimmons, is that no matter how long he is in our presence, he does not seem to understand that we Turner girls are not like other ladies… we have an exceptionally forward thinking father who would never let us marry such a fool simply to get us out of the house. I would call it less confidence and more… being blind to reality to suit his own needs.”
Eleanor linked her arm with Roland’s, tilting her head to rest against his shoulder as she smiled at him with friendly affection. “I know you would never let such an event take place– be it me or any of my other sisters standing at the alter with Mr. Persimmons. If you aren’t instead challenging him to a duel as Horatio, then I might be convinced it is the Admiral himself walking one of us down the aisle!”
Eleanor grinned at the thought of anyone challenging Robert to a duel, let alone the man he most greatly admired. She could only imagine he would, for once, might be rendered speechless.
“How good it is that you are on our side!” Eleanor proclaimed. “Can you even believe Lucy is pretending to be a spy? I’d ask what has gotten into her if I wasn’t so proud. She seems to be taking the role quite seriously… she is always sneaking away and telling none of us where she is off to! I suppose for plausible deniability but…” Eleanor paused, shaking her head. It was a silly notion to think Lucy might have any other secrets than pretending to be a spy for Allerdale.
“I wish I could be more like him, really.” Roland said, laughing, “No - imagine it, Eleanor - whenever the something happens to you that you dislike, you simply ignore it and see only what you want. Of course, in time, I believe it will be harder and harder for him to accept that he shall never marry any of you, but he certainly is living in a fool’s paradise for now.”
He paused, “Speaking of Mr. Persimmons, what on earth was he doing the other day? It sounded like he was choking but also trying to manage to sing at the same time. If he was trying to secure himself a wife from amongst you, he certainly has a odd way of doing it. Perhaps he thought one of you might pity him so much, you just wouldn’t be able to say no? If so, perhaps he’s more brilliant than we give him credit for!”
Robert had been, in all actuality, practicing how to yodel. After mistaking Cassandra Astley for her mother at the ball several weeks ago, Cassandra had urged him, as her mother, to practice his yodeling skills, as proper young ladies often sought such talents amongst their suitors. Robert meant to impress all of them with his abilities, but as he was rather rusty, he had been spending the last several days behind the stables where Roland often went to hide from him.
Roland laughed, “And challenge him, I would! Can you imagine the look on his face? I I think he would have a hard time getting himself out of it, especially since he would believe me to be the Admiral. I do believe he would faint on the spot, and then there would be no more wedding and no harm done to anybody - except for Mr. Persimmons’s pride.”
“I’m always on your side, Ella,” He said, “And I feel this is rather a righteous cause, don’t you? When we’ve secured Lucy, you know it must be serious!” Roland did not find Lucy’s sneaking away to be suspicious at all and brushed off Eleanor’s comment, “I think she’s the smartest one of you lot,” He said, “I think she’s managing to kill two birds with one stone: Robert will have no reason to doubt her story and she gets to avoid him. Couldn’t have planned it all out better, myself!”
“Well then I suppose I might also wish to be more like Mr. Persimmons! I might then simple ignore his existence and be a much happier person for it!”
Unfortunately for all, Robert Persimmons was simply impossible to ignore.
“Oh, you were an unfortunate who heard that terrible racket? He was trying to yodel,” Eleanor rolled her eyes and let out a hearty laugh. “Cassandra told him he would win the hearts of all the young ladies if he was an accomplished yodeler,” she explained. How the Turners had laughed when Cassandra has told them the story! “This was also after he mistook Cass for her mother as well. I’ve never met a man do so many wrong things in such quick succession!”
“You are completely correct and we all know it well-- Lucy is the smartest of us all. Perhaps if I was even the slightest bit like her, I would not have won the heart of the most terrible man in all of the country!”
She paused.
“I shall amend my statement-- he is tied with Allerdale for that position.”
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tfwaulus:
A Plague Upon House Turner || Aulus + Eleanor
BOOM! The force of Eleanor’s body hurled headlong into him might have threatened to knock Aulus over, had Sekhad – ever mindful of his daimonic dignity – not prevented the thing. Still, the force of the collision (particularly paired with the shock of it as he had been at the time unwittingly turning a corner,) knocked the air from Aulus and gasping, he did not even have time to help prevent the lady from toppling, herself, as he grasped the nearby gate, collecting himself.
Sekhad, however, required no such recovery. “Lurking?” demanded the daimon, indignantly. “My dear girl, I do not lurk, such is the domain of petty thieves and failed, would-be librarians,” he added, with disdain towards his human counterpart. (Aulus sighed.) “I am most certainly not that.”
He paused. “As for the reason, a foolish acquaintance of mine had quite gotten it into his head to call upon Miss Lucy but, I must say, I should much rather confer with you. Of the two sisters, you seem the more spirited, a quality which I find refreshing in any entity.”
“I am always pleased,” interjected Aulus, displaying the strange penchant he seemed to have for constantly interrupting himself. “For any opportunity to converse with anyone of your family. It is always a pleasing thing to find likeminded people so far from home, but particularly those with such intriguing life experiences as your entire family may boast. I have known many wonders, Miss Turner, but to be a dragonrider must, I think, be a thing entirely set apart. I wonder – would you someday do me the honor of introducing me to your dragon? I’ve never seen one up close, little less had an introduction, and I understand they are the most amazing creatures in our world.”
It was Sekhad’s turn to sigh, but, perceiving the danger as Mr. Persimmons’ voice rang out in breathless shocks from somewhere beyond Eleanor, he grimaced.
“Heaven forbid,” Sekhad muttered as she said that Mr. Persimmons would entertain him. “Miss Turner, if you have mercy upon me, I shall show you the same in kind and, together, we may rid ourselves of your ‘illustrious houseguest’ for the entirety of our interview. Am I not, after all, meant to be the Prince of Voraena, and you a draconic aviatrix? May we together not collude and give him to understand that there are secret national matters which we must discuss privily? What do you say?” he asked, eyes dancing with a strange kind of bemusement all his own.
“Which devil will you dance with, this afternoon? Your houseguest, or a lurking prince found astray by your gate? I must say, I would add variety to your drudgerous conversations, as you see far less of me than of him.” He glanced beyond her. “He’s coming round the bend, Miss Turner. What do you say? You would be forgiven for not knowing it, given the bookish inclinations of my reputation, but I can prove a most formidable opponent when I’ve a mind, and I doubt Mr. Persimmons should find his way around me, should you choose me for your champion. So, who shall it be?”
Eleanor’s eyes narrowed. He’d given her a nearly impossible decision to make.
“Come on then,” she snapped, taking off at a brisk pace. “And hurry. The faster we walk, the faster he will and it is much more likely he’ll trip over his own feet. Its the best chance of escape.”
Eleanor walked along the main road for a few moments in silence before veering off towards the trees suddenly. The footpath was a shortcut, worn into the ground by those who felt the main path much too long. Eleanor figured if she had been forced to make a decision between Aulus and Persimmons, she would at least make the day as difficult as possible for the man she deemed the lesser of two evils.
“We’re not interchangeable, you know,” Eleanor informed Aulus as she ducked under a low hanging branch on the path. “My sisters and I,” she clarified at his puzzled look. “Mr. Persimmons seems to think we’re all the same and will take the first one of us who accidentally managed to accept his proposal. But we’re not the same,” she reiterated.
“For example, you would most likely have a lovely conversation with my sister, Lucy, should you have come upon her instead of getting in the way of my escape. Now you are stuck with me-- and I will be the first to tell you I am not even an ounce as amiable as Lucy. No, actually, my step mother would be the first to tell you. I can hardly believe she isn’t chasing us down the road to try and warn you away from me.”
Eleanor was exaggerating, of course-- though she and Maria had gotten into an argument the previous afternoon following Maria’s return from town. The gossip of the day was how much gold Eleanor had managed to win off one of the officers at the tavern the previous evening and Maria was nearly in tears over the entire situation.
“Did you really offer to take my sister to the library in Valenmouth?” Eleanor continued as they walked. She had been doing her best to keep a few paces ahead of the Prince, however her steps slowed as she asked her question. “Is that not considered incredibly improper where you’re from? Not that I care about propriety,” Eleanor concluded with a shrug.
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