…here is the story of Harvard-educated, aspiring aesthete Anthony Patch and his beautiful wife, Gloria. As they await the inheritance of his grandfather’s fortune, their reckless marriage sways under the influence of alcohol and avarice. A devastating look at the nouveau riche and New York nightlife, as well as the ruinous effects of wild ambition…
There are things within us all that can never be unleashed- a Vanessa Ives fanmix [listen]
1. seven devils - florence +the machine || 2. song to say goodbye - placebo || 3.afraid - the neighbourhood || 4. a million little pieces - placebo || 5. dance little liar - arctic monkeys || 6. bad blood - bastille || 7. how - the neighbourhood || 8. demons - imagine dragons || 9. falling - the civil wars || 10. sihlouettes - of monsters and men || 11. human - daughter || 12. broken crown - mumford and sons || 13. head is not my home - ms mr || 14. the devil within - digital daggers || 15. misery loves my company - three days grace || 16. dear agony - breaking benjamin
[ ;; hey all !
so i’m at the beach until Sunday and unfortunately the house we have has no WiFi. so there will be no replies done from me here.
i am on Skype on my phone if anyone wishes to contact me during the week. ]
She was so proper. So beautiful and wealthy. And healthy. Brona knew she had blown up at Ethan at the theatre- and she had apologized for it that morning- but could anyone really blame her? When he had women of this caliber in his life, wasn’t it natural for her to feel lesser, and therefore undeserving? Nevertheless, the Irish woman put on a smile.
“I don’ doubt it. The first half was brilliant. ‘m sorry I missed it.”
her departure from the Grand Guignol the previous night was not inexplicable. despite rousing conversation, Brona felt alienated in some form - alone within a crowded room - a state Miss Ives was not unfamiliar with. & if had not been for Mr. Gray at her side, Vanessa would have felt disenfranchised as well.
❝ murderous nannies and crazed surgeons with vengeful patients made for an interesting end to the night. ❞
what amusement poured from her was the indicator of her ghoulish tendencies beneath unwavering poise.
He follows her as closely as the most obedient of hounds, though there’s a certain ( and very unintentional ) wobble to his gait. Ethan seems to be having a small amount of trouble walking straight, which can no doubt be pinned on the large amount of alcohol he’s consumed over the past few days. But it makes him feel so much better.
"Maybe not as good a cook as you’re imagining.“ That is at least coupled with a small laugh, to make a man that now looks more ragged than rugged seem a little lighter for a few short moments.
She would have liked him to be smiling.
"I’m good with spices,” he tells her after a short silence, and another of the sort follows on after it. There’s little desire in him to speak, though he’s sure that will be remedied soon enough. Still, it would be quite rude to ignore Vanessa purely because he doesn’t quite feel like talking. It won’t be the most painful thing in the world to force a little bit of conversation, just for the walk.
"What about you, Miss Ives? Do you cook at all?”
though accursed, darkened with hidden depths, his presence would often surround her with warmth - strange but invited to provide silent comfort nonetheless. conjuring c onversation from the emptiness of air was a specialty of Vanessa’s ; a means to avoid certain subjects - to dodge intrusive questions which strove to pry open her multitude of mysteries.
though liquor provided most, Mr. Chandler included, with the solace of numbness ; Miss Ives found herself unable to consume it on such a scale for a loss of control - though momentary - could be d i s a s t r o u s .
( intemperance would be a journey Ethan would make alone. )
❝ —— so i’ve heard. ❞
naturally his mirth would spark a small smile, painted on thin lips, her pace slowing to ensure if she was required to steady his stance, her assistance would be within reach. & with his query, memories soon came rapping at the door that barred them.
❝ very little. there were others who cooked for us. ❞
a moment - a breath before she continued.
❝ i would often spend my days with Mina, at her home. we both sought to learn from those in Sir Malcolm’s kitchen. though my passions lied beyond the contents of a spice box. ❞
(& not becoming the adequate wife nor homemaker. she was meant for M O R E - she knew then she had to have been. )
Hurt of Verona
Come Away To The Water (feat. Rozzi Crane) Maroon 5
come away to the water || maroon 5
come away little lamb come away to the water give yourself so we may live anew come away little lamb come away to the slaughter to the ones appointed to see it through