#( т ) the things we carried home

[das-mannlein]

Du Maurier, B. 

― @drdumaurier​

          There is a comfort in mutual predictability. Their lives had taken on the same CADENCE as a pulse. They could, in an essence, breathe life into a stale MOMENT. Yet, even through his... curiosity, her reluctance to PARTICIPATE tested the very limits of his patience. The resultant and residual IRRITATION was palpable. 

          His lips twitched, and he raises a hand to wipe his brow clean. Eyes FALL on the smear of crimson over his wrist. ❝ I thought that was obvious― ❞ Hannibal allows her to see that CRACK in the facade. He gives her a glimpse of the monster that lurked just beneath the mask of a man when he smiles. 

          ❝ DINNER. ❞

SOURCE.

[jjbakaloskaiagathos]

Can I have Trish for the 57 questions please? Thank you!

Hello @ohnonotanotherjojoblog! Thank you so much for your request, we are really grateful for this! Here is the interview with Trish, finally! 💗💅🏻

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- Love, K&S ❤️

57 Questions with Trish Una 🛍 | Kalos Kai Agathos

S: Wow, her house doesn’t look like a mansion from the video “Barbie Girl” by Aqua.

K: There is a chance that it’s pink inside... Hi Trish! We’re here to ask you 57 questions.

T: Hello girls! Come in, the Sun is bad for your skin.

1. Show your most expensive dress.

T: It’s a dark one.

2. What is it?

T: Versace.

3. Which style do you prefer: Grange or Lolita?

T: Lolita.

4. Who taught you techniques of self-defence?

T: My mom was ill and she asked me to enroll in a course. She worried that I could get into trouble.

5. What is your daily ritual?

T: A glass of water with a slice of the lemon every morning.

6. Fingernails: long or short?

T: Length doesn’t matter you have to have a manicure.

7. What will you name your cat?

T: Chanel.

8. What will you name your dog?

T: Prada.

9. What is your favourite colour?

Т: Exuberant Pink SW 6840.

10. What creative photoshoot do you want?

T: A photo shoot like Lady Gaga’s.

11. What photos do you keep in your wallet?

Т: I use plastic cards.

12. What three things do you keep in your bag?

T: A Chanel powder, a small bottle of antiseptic and Dior sunglasses.

13. Show your photo where you’re a child and describe it.

T: It’s me when I was 6. It was taken by my mom. Look: I’m holding a frog here!

14. /Narancia face times/ Hey, Trish, I know that you asked me to call in to Alexander McQueen’s but I lost my way and I found McDonald’s! Do you want some cheeseburgers?

T: No, I don’t, Narancia. Come back home... and buy me some shrimps.

15. What song makes you dance?

T: Wannabe by Spice Girls.

16. Sing a song.

T: 🎵 Yeah, it feels so good to be so young

And have this fun and be successful, yeah

I’m so successful, yeah

And, girl, you too, you are so young

And beautiful and so successful, oh, whoa, yeah

I’m so successful 🎵

17. What do you want saying to Giorno?

T: I understand how is it: I mean, to bear the burden of your own father’s actions.

18. Who did you want to be when you was a child?

Т: A pop-star.

19. What is your favourite TV show?

Т: “America’s Next Top Model”.

20. What is your favourite Italian food?

T: Bruccellati.

21. What is your favourite actor?

T: Ryan Gosling.

22. What are you scared of?

T: I’m scared of airplanes after the accident with Notorious B.I.G.

23. What is your favourite series?

T: “Sex and the City”.

24. What is your favourite character?

T: Carrie Bradshaw. I love her style.

25. What is the best man for Carrie?

Т: Obviously, Mr. Big.

26. What is your favourite member of “Spice Girls”?

T: Victoria Beckham.

27. What is the best example for the “ideal family”?

T: The Beckhams.

28. Have you ever been in Victoria Beckham’s shop?

T: I was at the grand-opening celebration of this.

29. What is your favourite fashion era?

T: 90s.

30. What is your favourite music video?

Т: 7 Rings by Ariana Grande.

31. Is Mista still stinky?

Т: No, he isn’t because I gave him a shower gel as a Christmas present.

32. Have you ever done a make-up for anyone in the gang?

Т: I have done a make-up for Narancia. He was so cute.

33. Who shares fashion as a hobby with you?

T: Leone.

34. You would like to sing with…

T: Little Mix.

35. What is your favourite music band?

Т: One Direction.

36. What myth do you want to ruin?

Т: There is a myth that female friendship doesn’t exist. It’s bollocks.

37. What is your favourite current trend?

Т: Feminism.

38. What is a real “anti-trend” for you?

T: The clothes from a natural leather.

39. If you did charity work, what would it be?

T: I would like to help single mothers because I know how difficult it was for my mother.

40. What phrase can describe you?

Т: “Bring the promise of “Vogue”.

41. What is your favourite model?

Т: Trish Goff. She inspired me to do this hairdo.

42. Do you have any analogue of “16 and Pregnant”?

Т: “15 and Successful”.

43. What is your TV-crush?

Т: Dale Cooper, he is caring and… he reminds me someone.

44. Imagine that you’re at the party. What beverage would you prefer?

Т: The bottle of Perrier.

45. What is your favourite brand?

T: I suppose… “Barbie”!

46. Why?

Т: Have you seen their new collection of dolls, connected with body positivity? It’s amazing!

47. What music do you prefer?

Т: BABYMETAL.

48. What is the latest video which made you laugh?

Т: Tom Holland’s “Umbrella”.

49. What is the strangest habit of Bucci’s gang?

Т: They adore to show their breasts: Buccellati, Giorno, Leone… why?

50. The prettiest bouquet includes…

Т: I prefer something unusual, maybe... orchids?

51. What is your favourite manifestation of art?

Т: Dance.

52. What manifestation of art would you like to try?

T: Dance or cinema.

53. Describe an unpopular opinion.

Т: The latest film about Harley Quinn wasn't bad. I love that she is no longer an “addition” to Joker.

54. Do you like Margot Robbie?

Т: I think she is nice and talented.

55. Do you believe in horoscope?

Т: I’m Gemini that’s why my one side says “yes” and the other says “no” /laughs/

56. What should people do to learn that you are not arrogant?

Т: They need to spend time with me a little bit more.

57. We see this! Did you like the interview?

Т: Of course! Narancia is carrying the shrimps. Stay for dinner!

[princebxte-blog]

Chapter 1 || Le début

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Shall we start from the beginning? Or from where the curse ended? Perhaps it is best if you might know the whole story, but please… I will never repeat it again. I wish not to constantly relive my past, only strive forward. I must warn you… I have large chips on my shoulders. My past is not to be taken lightly and you might find yourself a bit disgusted or triggered. If you wish not to be, then please skip the parts that are marked. Which you shall know what parts are marked. So to start things off… I shall speak of my parents. The house of Charlemagne. Ah yes. Not much I can say, for you know just as much about that as I do, minus the few words of what people have shared with me about them. My father is a Charlemagne of France that roots back to it’s early days, and my mother was from Roma Italy. They were an unusual pairing as far as personalities. Completely the opposite, but their union meant the betterment for France and Italy together. Forming a stronger alliance, and broadening the provinces.In public, their marriage displayed them side by and side, and they were loved across France as well as Italy. But beneath this shallow surface, these were two strangers. . . Of course with marriage comes an heir, a child… Unfortunately, my parents struggled in that area. They tried for years, only having been able to conceive one other. A girl. My sister, Emily. I never met her, for she died within the first few years of her life. Just when my parents were to give up trying for another heir, my father being fed up with my mother's nonsense blaming her for being sickly and poor on the inside. As well as the death of their first child, saying she had a poor womb, my mother made a deal with a mysterious friend. A stranger to all else, and who no one knows the true identity or whereabouts of-- who spared her special herbs that might make her more fertile. No one really knows what this deal consisted of, or what her payment was because such a stranger did not ask for money… After all, this was a generous friend... But from this I was conceived… Born. Prince Adam Christophe Francis Charlemagne of France. Born purely of enchantment. During this time, I was just an infant and the certain areas of France were starting to become restless with the government.. Heretics came out of the crowds to rile government, thus starting a war with their own government. There was a lot of blood shed, and my dear parents were dragged right into it. The heretics were trying to get the people to realize that royals were not proper for leading countries. Though, my parents did nothing to bring on such hostility and such hate—they managed to become victims of this brutal world, where a word could start fires. Thus the heretics managed to convince people of my parents being these awful monarchs who did nothing but eat and use the people’s taxes for their own personal use. Though my parents were not like other monarchs, not at all. This however did not change the minds of the angry, bitter people. Using my family as an example, they took my parents in a angry mob at their castle. Where a similar instance would unravel in the very same place…Later in my life… For different reasons. My father of course blamed my mother for having poor abilities in the ways of managing estates, appeasing the people and in sex. And he would lock himself away day in day out to work, or go on trips just to avoid her. It is said my father had mistresses, which may apparently so have beared sharers to my bloodline, but of course bastards are not welcome to my father. One must be of pure blood--- One might say he is a tormented soul with all of the complexes that he carries, but I hold no sympathy for the things he did to me. Knowingly. However, beaucause of the state of politics people were angry and bitter. My father's evergrowing dread toward my mother paralleling that of the tension in the system. The people then attempted to poison my parents, in hopes that another ruler—far more capable of leading could take their place ( someone who was not me, either) Those who knew of my existence attempted to take me too— but my parents were able to save me. No. Not parents. My mother. She created memories for me. Warm, affectionate memories—where I would cherish how close we were. And the day she died. A mother’s intuition, is what some might called it, I think she knew she was going to pass. I do not know why my father did not have anyone test her meal for her, that night. I have an inkling, but cannot prove it. But perhaps he noticed my relationship with her, and knew he needed to act fast in order to influence me, while being so young. right to do so. I would have been a weak leader. Alas, at her death bed, I could not stay long enough to watch her take her last breath… He sent me away And... For next 10 years of my childhood I had completely forgotten my mother. --- As a young lad, I grew up reading… Keeping to myself. A child with an imagination as broad as the ocean’s horizon, but a personality as shy as the clouds. My hunger for knowing things was limitless, and without any siblings or real playmates I kept to myself. This began to account for my poor socializing abilities. It was then encouraged that I be sent away to a school. I remember Potts telling me specifically what would be happening to me, and I—becoming upset with having to go somewhere else where there would be many other boys my age, and teachers to help me learn new things. It all sounded wonderful and exciting… But when she told me I was to live there for a number of years, I felt sick. How could I be away from home? From the mountains? Our castle in Monaco off the shore by the ocean? That long? This is my home! But a child barely has a voice or opinion on their future, especially one with such a large amount of pressure on their shoulders. For my parents had no other to fill their seats at the throne. My servants… In other words, my family… All watched me disappear in the carriage down the dusty path that concealed me as I began to start the next chapter of my life. Motherless-- and fatherless. When I showed up to boarding school, it was in my best interest to keep the secret that was me. No one was to know I was the future prince of Strasbourg. Not one soul. It was for safety measures, in case anyone at this school might be affiliated with the earlier heretics who wanted me dead just like my parents.

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***************тrιgger warnιng***************

[ Section contains mild notes of child rape/molestation]

So I started my life there at the boarding school, where priests taught us just about everything.

Because I was so shy, I had some problems with the other boys. They didn’t like that I kept to myself, considered it to be snobbish of me… Even though, it was more so because I was not interested.

After getting beaten up a few times, a man showed up to my rescue. Another instructor. He was young and quick witted. Eyes bright and full.

He was kind… Gentle… His smile contained nothing but honest intentions and he was my mentor. Quickly this man became so close with me, I thought of him like a father or an older brother and would do just about anything for him.

Anything.

After about a year of having confided in this teacher of mine, he learned my secret of being the prince of France, which immediately took a turn.

Things started to change…

Shift.

I was delving deeper into subjects like piano and violin… Sailing—Geography… And he began to get irritable with me.

I wasn’t sure what I was doing that was so wrong, but quickly things began to escalate. I was starting to fear him, and for the first time in my life… An adult struck me.

I was afraid to show up to my dorm, for I knew he was there. He would drill me with other subjects outside of courses I took. His mentorship became so incredibly strict… I started crying myself to sleep at the bruises he’d leave on me when getting things wrong.

I hid from the rest of the world. Masked my emotions, and did my best not to cry… For a prince that cries is not worth being a prince, or a person. Either I was a prince and I acted as such, or I am not anything.

This was his way of teaching me, and I learned quickly what I was to become. This was serious, and maybe this man was teaching me something valuable… I was becoming brain washed, day after day. That this was okay.

A child needed a bit of discipline. Even if It mean that I buttoned my shirt a bit higher to hide the marks… Brush my hair over a certain part of my face to cover the discoloration.

I masked myself to the point of being nonchalant.

I was going to be the perfect nobleman the world has ever seen.

Thrusted into this cookie-cutter of a life. I had no chance at a normal childhood, and learning of my lineage made me realize this. That is… Till one night, when I snapped.

I tried hiding my love for geography, for music. Really.

I did not want this man to touch that part of me. To learn of my love for things. A prince does not love.

But a boy does…

When I came back from a rehearsal that went just a little too late, I knew I was in for it. Walking into my room, it was dark.

Maybe he didn’t come? It was a bit of a relief to think maybe for one night he’d give it a rest.

But no… A drunk man … Pulled me to my bed… It was him, and before I could protest- I was choked and told to keep quiet.

I smelt the alcohol on his breath.

This man was the devil.

My tears stained my pillow as I whimpered and cried.. Telling me in trembled whispers to stop.. But he continued. He continued until he was finished.

Am I a prince now?

Maybe this was a test of my tolerance for things, for horrible things. I did not know, nor did I want to say. He told me if I ever told anyone… He would make sure I would never become a prince, never go home… Ever.

I swallowed my tears, and when he found my music…. Oh

That was it.

I snapped.

Am I a prince now ?

I wasn’t in my body anymore. I was blocking out all that was being done.

Every night it seemed to get worse.

For months this man did such vile things to me. I could never bear to think anyone else-…

But never mind, that isn’t important.

I began to lose myself. Detach from my body, push my astrol form away from my body into a corner, and from there a voice was heard. Developed--- After this, strange things began to happen whenever I was alone. The mirrors spoke to me, I could hear whispers at night when asleep. I began to find comfort in them, when otherwise a young child such as myself might run in terror, but the only true terror was the man who claimed to be my tutor and did not stop the harassment or assaults he would consistently pursuit on me.

I learned that in order to appease this man, I had to be him. Act like him, behave like him—be the righteous prince. Callous and cruel-- the voice agreed as well, that in order for me to be safe. I had to put out a new persona. One that everyone would accept and expect--

Be like my father—As he, my mentor, would often put it.

The father that took me away from my mother at her death bed

The father that…. would snuff out all the life of the boy that was me. ... and I... would Block all of it till I could be free.

But I would not be free, I would not be myself … Not for a very long time.

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My mentor said that my father knew of what was being done, after I had threatened to break my silence one day… To me this meant that no one would ever care about the atrocities, not even my own blood. And because of this, my heart frozen. Like a stone cold statue in the winter. And when my father would visit on holiday, rather than have me move home, he confirmed that it was all true. To think such horrible things to appease the evil that was being done to me. After that year finished, my mentor convinced the board that I was ready to leave. To graduate. And it was then that I found out my father had been killed in a scuffle along the countryside. It was a relief, to be honest. A province needed their leader And that is when things became far more rigorous as far as my education went Thus, because of all the studying he made me do on the side… Hours of whippings, among other things. I was able to test out of specific courses due to all my independent study. I barely slept. I earned my degrees just before 17 and moved back home in time to take up the throne. When I returned from school. My servants were excited, but I was not I could no longer greet them with the same warmth I once had as child. For I was now a trained dog, who did all he was told to avoid being taken advantage of. To avoid his private "scoldings". The man never let me be a child. I was too young to have this kingdom under my control… Or rather his control.