Vaani
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
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Vaani Roy
of the MONTAGUES
19-11-1994 |
Female |
Married |
Veronian |
Florist. |
Who Am I?
The golden daughter, the apple of her family's eyes, or so she was supposed to be. Born the only daughter and sole child of a distant branch of the Montagues, the Roys, her destiny had always been pre-determined. Roy Jewels were supposed to be hers, a family business that would surpass time just like it had always been. But not for Vaani; she loved diamonds and pearls, just like any young lady would, but her true heart lay somewhere else. Anywhere other than the confines of the little house she grew up in, anywhere where freedom tasted like an ice lolly on a hot summer's day.
Blossom
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And yet,to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays.
1
The Thorn — Husband
Love triumphed over everything, didn't it? With you, I felt the freedom I crave, even if it came at the cost of losing my family. But you became everything to me, my partner, my best friend, my heartbeat, the soul of my soul. But why is it that now, after all these years, I am nothing but a mirage, a ghost that you look past in search of your wife? Look at me, my love. Love me, before everything consumes and makes hell of heaven.
2
The Nightingale — Bestfriend
Cut from the same string that the Fates weave, we are the reflection of each other when we look into the mirror. Twin flame, sister souls, I pray that I meet you again and again in every lifetime. We share everything that weighs on our hearts and minds, yet the bond tightens with every whispered secret and tear shed. We met when we were young at school and together, we grew like the apple blossom tree at the back of the house I grew up in. Indeed, who is to say I am unloved when you exist, my dear.
3
The Storm — Unrequited
Once upon a time, I'd dreamt of yellow curtains in the house and the doors would open and you would walk in, take me upon your arms and all would be right in the world. Alas, it was indeed just a dream. I was a young girl when I met you and you were the knight in shining armor who would ride in on a white mare and steal me from the life I had at home. You know, I was convinced it be true one day but distance played foe far better than I expected. Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such shaping fantasies, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends.
Mood — 85%
Inspo — 90%
Energy — 90%
Lurking — 50%
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Act One — Personality
Demure, quiet and reserved. A burnt-out wildchild, a pruned rose, an afterthought, a sad smile.
Act Two — Appearance
Red lipstick, gold and diamond ring, long black hair. She looks very similar to the Bollywood actress Tara Sutaria.
[!] Read Me
This is just a preview for the upcoming Shakespearean rp, Retribution! Click the link to find out more about the rp. But this blog was specifically made to ask for plots and connections; they are listed above {the thorn, the nightingale, and the storm} and I would love love loovveeeeee to write my version of Titiana from Midsummer Night's Dream. The inspiration behind her is Alessandra Davenport from King of Greed (Ana Huang did this one so dirty fight me) and of course, Titiana herself! So please join and plot with me! <3
• Writing Style: Multi-Lit
• Preference: Para, Detailed Script
• Timezone: GMT -/+00
• Genres: Pain, Angst, Marriage in Crisis, etc.
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