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Feb 22, 2021 21:09:12 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 22, 2021 21:09:12 GMT -5
this is a catch-all thread for elise's background... i will be periodically writing in here bc i love elise
(520 NE, in the midst of Cato and Elise's romance) "Elise! It's time to come down!" "Coming!" Elise called in response to her mother's summons. Another stupid dinner party with her dad's business associates was the last thing she wanted to do that evening, especially when it meant missing out on Cato's beach party. It was a pity he couldn't see her tonight, she reflected, setting down her brush and analyzing herself in the mirror. The cut of her emerald dress was especially flattering, and her brown hair fell in soft waves around her face. And it was all going to be wasted on old men and her parents. After a final inspection she left her room, heading down the lantern-lit stairs to the main dining room. She was at her dad's right side, seated next to an eligible bachelor. He coughed a lot when he talked, and more than once Elise had to discreetly wipe the spittle from her cheek after he laughed. It was her job to be her dad's pretty bargaining chip, to be held in front of single Lords who wanted a young wife and a leg-up in trading with her father. She was used to it by now.
The dinner passed quickly enough, and Elise amused herself by seeing how much wine she could drink before her father had the waiters cut her off, giving her a reproachful look. In the social hour after, she moved away from the crowd, heading for the stone patio behind their house. It wasn't until she heard footsteps behind her that she realized she was being tailed. "Oh, Lord Wharton," Elise said, giving him a smile and a bow. He was not someone her dad had picked out for her- the only reason being he was already married. Plus, she wouldn't have married him. He'd known her since she'd been in diapers, and had always seemed like an insufferable uncle to her. "How are you?" "I'm great, great," he said, pulling the same sour-lemons face he always made when he wanted to appear put together and imposing. "I wanted a breath of fresh air, that's all. I might be overstepping, but you look stunning tonight." "Thanks," Elise said, rubbing her bare arms to get rid of the sudden icky feeling. She wanted to go inside, but that would be rude. "It's a new dress." "I can see that," Lord Wharton said, letting his eyes travel over her body. "It really suits you. Whoever gets their hands on you will be a lucky man, indeed."
"Thank you," Elise said, beginning to feel like a broken record. The way Wharton let his eyes linger on her chest made her shift away. "I must be getting back- my father said something about introducing me to a new partner." "Well then I hope I'll be seeing you around." Lord Wharton raised his glass in her direction, and she smiled one last time before slipping back into the house, closing the door swiftly behind her. Her mother peered around the corner, bejeweled and rosy-cheeked. "Are you alright, dear? You look pale." "I'm fine," Elise muttered. "Just need a moment." With that, she rejoined the party, though the slimy feeling didn't leave her skin for the rest of the evening.
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Feb 25, 2021 10:58:04 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 25, 2021 10:58:04 GMT -5
(520 NE, a few months after Cato and Elise first hook up) Elise was surprised, and a little afraid, at how happy she was. She and Cato had been officially dating for a while now. Of course, neither of their parents knew yet, since that was a more demanding ask, but Elise was fully confident that in the next few months they would gather the courage to each tell their parents. Of course Elise's mother and father would be delighted, but she knew it would be more difficult for Cato. Their graduation had come and gone, and they had celebrated with a small party with their friends. It was generally accepted by their social circlethat they were together, and Elise could endure Cato's pals teasing about her being a commoner, since Cato stood beside her the entire time, his arm around her waist. Elise hadn't thought it possible when they first started seeing each other, but now they freely exchanged their 'I love you's' and whispered hopes for the future- and any time Cato's father was away, she was at his house. She felt as if she knew the staff there as well as she knew her own servants, and Cato's siblings were always excited to see her. Only, there was a new wrench in the plan. Just a few weeks ago Elise had started feeling nauseous when she woke up. She had dismissed it as food poisoning or a general illness, but the more it persisted, and the later her period was, the more nervous she got. She was on the special herbal concoction to prevent this sort of thing. Sure, it wasn't 100% effective, and sure, she and Cato had been reckless... very frequently... but this didn't happen to rich girls. Conceiving outside of marriage was a peasant thing to do. Finally, nervously, Elise visited a nearby clinic after school, a scarf wrapped around her head and her face kept lowered towards the ground. The nurse welcomed her and inspected her thoroughly, prodding and casting silent spells and nodding to herself before dealing the devastating blow. Elise was pregnant. Elise paid her and rushed home, locking herself in her room before collapsing into her desk chair. For a while, she couldn't think straight, a mixture of panic and disbelief and uncertainty derailing her thoughts. She was technically of legal age, so this was her own problem to deal with, but her father would certainly disown her. Maybe she and Cato could have a shotgun wedding? It would be rushed and people would certainly suspect the reason, but gossip would fade after a while and she'd have the social protection of a legitimate marriage and child. Maybe she could run away with Cato? It was less desirable, but perhaps easier for him than telling his father. Elise laid her hands on her knees, exhaling slowly to stop her shaking. It was okay- she didn't have to figure this out on her own. Cato loved her, and he would love this baby, too. He would protect her. She would tell Cato, and he would know what to do. ( following events in roleplay)
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Feb 28, 2021 10:24:14 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 28, 2021 10:24:14 GMT -5
(520 NE, three days after finding out about her pregnancy, the night after her and Cato's break-up)
"Who's the father?" Her mother asked from where she sat at Elise's desk. She had a hand pressed to her forehead, her green eyes closed as she processed her daughter's news.
"It doesn't matter. Just a boy from school." Elise said numbly, staring out the window. She was seated on her bed, her arms pulling her legs to her chest, her eyes rimmed red and her voice hoarse from the tears she had shed that afternoon.
"And he won't-"
"He won't marry me."
"There are options, honey. You could... see someone, to take care of it."
Elise closed her eyes, burying her face in her knee. "I know. But I can't."
Her mother stood, moving to stand by the side of bed and running a hand down Elise's curls. "Your father won't let you stay here, you know," she said quietly. "Once he learns. Your options are limited. You can take care of this, or you can quickly marry one of your suitors, or you can be disowned." Her voice indicated that she did not agree with her husband, but both women knew who made the decisions around here.
"I won't be married off to Lord Atkinson, or any of the rest of them." She couldn't bear the thought of it, of having to so quickly move on and pretend to be in love with some decrepit, stuck-up Lord- especially after the months of sparkling romance with the young and dashing Cato. "But I've thought it through. I think if I can... seduce... one of the older, married Lords with no children, they can be convinced to support me and the baby. Gods know they all want an heir."
"Oh, honey," her mother said, kissing the top of her head. "I can't imagine... Well, it's up to you. I won't tell your father."
They lapsed into silence again. Elise wasn't exactly excited about this plan. Her options were terrible. Go through the pain of an abortion and lose the last bit of Cato she could ever have, marry someone she didn't love and be confined to a life with them, or seduce a predatory Lord who would likely ship her off to a different town to hide the bastard child.
But she was set on the last option. At least she could be miserable alone, and she could put some distance between herself and her ex-boyfriend. There was a man, an old and married childless Lord, that came to mind. Lord Wharton. As much as it wanted to make her vomit, she knew he was interested in her. She could pull off this plan quickly and successfully, even if it meant climbing into bed with her father's friend.
Gods, she was a whore. Her father, and Cato's, was right. She was willfully deceiving Cato, and Lord Wharton, and sleeping with both in a short time period.
But... well, Elise couldn't see any other way.
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Feb 28, 2021 13:29:39 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Feb 28, 2021 13:29:39 GMT -5
(520 NE, the weekend following the breakup) (18+) Elise looked her best that night. Her brown curls had been brushed out into soft waves, her cheeks dabbed lightly with rouge, her maroon dress especially picked out to highlight her curves. Elise had not cried that day- she couldn't, or the redness in her gaze might tip Wharton off. Still, the eyes looking back at her in the mirror were dead and flat in hue, far from the sparkling green they had been not two weeks earlier. She was lucky her father was throwing another dinner party so soon. The performance she put on during dinner was a valiant one, filled with smiles and jokes and furtive glances in Wharton's direction. When he followed her out onto the patio after dinner, she did not shy away from his gaze. "I sense you have something to tell me, Elise," he said, his sour mouth tilting up into a smile. "I do," she said, sidling closer and placing her hand on his chest. "I'd like to make you a lucky man, my Lord."
Their first encounter was not that night, since there was no space in Elise's house where they could inconspicuously do anything. Instead, Elise met Lord Wharton at a hotel in town the following night. She stood still as he walked around her in circles, drinking in the image of her. When he told her to undress, she did, feeling the chill of the air bite her skin. The way he looked at her was not like Cato, who had been hungry and passionate and appreciative. Wharton eyed her body with a cool kind of appraisal, nodding to himself. He moved forward, pinching her nipple hard between his fingers and slipping his other hand into her hair, knotting it in her curls as he brought his thin, demanding lips down onto hers. Elise lay beneath him in the bed, her eyes closed as Wharton thrust into her. She had hoped she could pretend he was Cato, but the warmth and fun was completely absent, and even her imagination could not compensate. Her skin crawled with revulsion whenever he grabbed at her breast, whenever his heavy breath brushed her ear. All she could think about was her father's picnics when she was a mere child, when Wharton had complimented her father about how pretty she was getting. A tear escaped her closed eyes before she could wipe it away. Wharton looked down at it, lifting a finger to brush the drop away. As Elise opened her eyes, Wharton lifted the finger to his mouth and placed the tear on his tongue, his eyes alight with some sick pleasure from her pain. It didn't take long after that for him to finish inside her. As he stood and dressed, he told her the next time and date that she should meet him. When he left the hotel room, Elise ran to the bathroom, vomiting into the toilet. Weakly, she sank to the cold marble floor, curling on her side. She lay there for a long time, staring at the base of the sink and letting the tears puddle underneath her cheek. "I'm sorry," she whispered into the stillness, though she wasn't sure who she was speaking to. Elise's hands found her stomach, pressing against the smooth skin, hoping she was making the right decision. ( following events in roleplay)
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Mar 1, 2021 16:36:58 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 1, 2021 16:36:58 GMT -5
(520 NE, several months later) "Lord Wharton is pleased, in all honesty," the man who had introduced himself as Tristan said, seated on one of the chairs in the Monroe's sitting room. "He never thought he would produce an heir. It's... unfortunate, that it's not with his wife, but there's a good chance that if it's a boy he'll be legitimized." Elise's parents sat on the couch together, and Elise sat alone in the other chair. She kept her gaze squarely on the floor, avoiding the scathing glare that her father was sending her way. She had not been brave enough to tell him directly- she had gone to Wharton first, and he had sent his proxy in turn to break the news to her parents. "We've secured a property out in the countryside for the girl. She'll be well provided for, and a wholesome country upbringing is ideal for the child's upbringing. We figured that would be best, to protect your family name and Wharton's, as well. It's probably best to send her out in the next few weeks, before she begins to show." Finally, Elise's father spoke. "On that point we agree. Send her out as soon as possible, before everyone in town knows my daughter whored herself out to my business associate." Tristan cleared his throat delicately. "We can pick her up this Saturday, then, and I'll meet her at the village myself to help her get settled." "Excellent. She'll be your problem after that." Elise's father stood and left the room, muttering under his breath as he did so. Elise could hear his heavy footfalls on the steps long after they had faded away. Tears pricked her eyes, and she folded her hands neatly in her lap as Tristan discussed the last details with her mother. The last few days were a different kind of hell. Her father wouldn't look at her, and her mother could only speak to her in secret. Elise packed away her treasured mementos- she had to leave behind the tiger, but the picture of her and Cato and her lover stone bracelet went in her trunk, along with her most practical clothes. Nobody was there to bid her goodbye the day she left. Elise stood in her traveling cloak and stared back at her home, the only one she had known her entire life, before the driver Tristan had sent urged her to hurry up, so she wouldn't lose any daylight. Elise climbed into the carriage, watching out the window as her home town faded away behind her, sealing the final nail in the coffin of her old life. ( following events in roleplay)
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Mar 1, 2021 18:56:04 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 1, 2021 18:56:04 GMT -5
(522 NE, near the end of Elise's pregnancy)
Elise had grown accustomed to the loneliness.
A year and a half of isolation was a far cry from her adolescence of friends and dates and popularity. The first few months had been especially hard. Tristan had met her at the farmhouse, shown her around, and given her the first bit of allowance for groceries and supplies.
The village nearby was a small one, and she was immediately judged when the wives learned she was unmarried and pregnant. The only visits she received were from Tristan, and from a few less judgmental farm wives. Elise slowly learned to fill her time with embroidery, knitting, reading, and gardening.
It didn't make the loneliness go away, but it filled her days with things to do. She experimented with cooking, with baking, and even saved up to purchase a puppy from a nearby farmer. The house was a beautiful one, the land good for walking and farming.
Her mother sometimes visited. Her father rarely did. Cato never wrote- that's what her mother told her. He must have heard.
Elise was alone. She wasn't sure if it was better than being a mistress of Lord Wharton or not. The pain she faced here was different. Less revulsion with herself, more regret and empty aching and wishing things were different. Hers was not a happy pregnancy.
Her stomach swelled, rounding out to accommodate the child- Cato's child- growing in her. The first time she felt the baby kick, she broke down and cried, hands cradling the curve of her belly. Her choices had cost her her own happiness, her relationship with Cato, her future, but perhaps it would give this baby a chance. It would have financial security, a happy childhood, perhaps even a Lordship one day.
She was visited weekly by a local doctor, who proclaimed her and the baby healthy. Physically, perhaps that was true. But Elise had changed in her isolation. Gone was the bright and witty girl whom Cato had loved, and in her place was someone more burdened, quieter, more private, more sarcastic. Broken dreams tended to curdle even the most pure of souls.
When her delivery time came, she wrote asking her mother to come for the birth. Her father wrote back instead, saying that whores didn't get the privilege of their mothers at their bedside to witness a bastard's birth. Elise burned that letter in the fireplace, her tears falling onto the hearth.
The pain of childbirth was unbearable. She was attended by nurses and midwives and doctors- only the best for a Lord's child. Elise cried for her mother, screaming into the candlelight and clutching a nurse's hand as she pushed. The sweat soaked her hair, and her body was at its limits, when the doctors leaned down to catch the baby, announcing it as a boy and placing him on her chest.
The baby blinked up at her, small and wrinkly and shrieking with hunger. He had a fuzzy head of black hair, and small blue-green eyes. Elise sobbed as she clutched him closer, holding the one person that life couldn't take away from her, the one person who was hers unconditionally.
"Did you have a name in mind?" The nurse asked her kindly after the baby had nursed and fallen asleep, her experienced hands wiping the sweat from her forehead with a cloth.
Elise nodded, gazing down at the child with a deep, unfathomable love in her gaze. He gripped her finger in his small hand, bundled in soft blankets. "Charlie- Charlie Monroe."
So the baby was named, but in her mind she always called him another name.
Charlie Rotherhithe.
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Mar 1, 2021 21:52:46 GMT -5
Post by nostalgic on Mar 1, 2021 21:52:46 GMT -5
"Ma," Charlie piped up from in front of the fireplace, late one evening. "The other boys at the marketplace know their dad. Do I have a dad?" Elise set down her knitting, smiling over at the young boy. "Come here, Charlie." The boy obeyed, scrambling over to his mom and climbing into her lap. She wrapped her arms around him, cradling him close, and pressed a kiss to the top of his black curls. "Of course you have a dad, my love. He just... he can't be here right now. But you'll meet him one day." "Does he love me?" "How could he not?" Elise asked, touching the soft, round cheek of her son. "You're perfect. You look just like him, you know." "I do?" Charlie blinked up at her, chewing on his lower lip as he pondered that. "Huh. Is he tall?" "Tall, and handsome, and brave, and smart, and kind," Elise said, her fingers landing briefly on the leather band on her wrist. Sometimes she wondered why Cato had never written, but after 10 years of silence, the memories held less sting than before. Now they were a thing of comfort, a warm blanket to wrap herself in. Besides, she was doing better with Charlie here- even if she would never be the same as she was. "Would you like to see him?" Charlie nodded, and Elise took his hand, leading him up to their bedroom. Most children did not sleep beside their mother at the age of 4 (8, fairy years), but Elise could not bear to be parted from her son. She pulled open her bedside drawer, pulling out an old picture. "That's you and dad?" Charlie asked, examining it closely. "He's making a silly face." "You make a similar face when I tell you to eat your greens." Charlie made a face. "I don't like greens." "I know, my love." Elise shouldn't show him the picture. If he ever met Lord Wharton, he might question that he was his father. But Lord Wharton had not been out once to see his 'son', and not even Tristan spoke to him when he visited. "Are you in love? Miss Clara at the market says mommies and daddies are in love. Would you be happier if he were here?" "I love your father deeply," Elise said, sitting on the bed and pulling Charlie up beside her. "I look at this picture all the time. I miss him all the time. But we're used to life with just the two of us right now, aren't we? You make me happy. I love you, unconditionally." "What does un-cod-niti-tially mean?" "Unconditionally, dear." Elise closed her eyes, thinking of her father's cold gaze, of Wharton's unloving touch, of Cato's eyes as he watched her go. When she opened them again, it was the innocent face of her son looking back up at her. "It means I'll always love you, no matter what you do. I will never stop loving you, or being your mother, even if you make mistakes." "I love you, unnanitionally too, Ma," Charlie said, stifling a yawn. "Can I have a bedtime story?" "Of course."
Elise expected life to continue much the same way. The two of them, in their isolated, but fairly decent life on the farm. And it did, for the next two years. At least now she knew why Cato had never written. She had heard the gossip about the Rotherhithe boy marrying the Queen. So it had worked out for him. Elise just hadn't expected the news to hurt as much as it did. One night Charlie, taller and ganglier, came running in after putting the cows back in the barn. "Ma, there's a man in our barn!" He said, eyes wide. "He's bleeding!" Elise grabbed a towel, drying her hands off, and followed him outside. What in the world could this be about? ( following events in roleplay) (fin)
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