#cordelia / threads.

[inkshadow]

@sunliights

"i don't do temporary... so what does that mean for us? where does that leave us?"

[oflautus]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― open starter / @exitiumstarters

in the short time that she had been in new orleans, she's learned and made adjustments. spinning like a top with ideas and implementing them. the harpists that had been hired to play at decora was now replaced by a local smooth jazz band and that change alone added to the ambience, appealing to patrons. cordelia moved across the gallery floor, her heels clicking, a smile forming on her lips as she took in all of the new faces. "i see you have great taste." she stated while approaching the closest person to her who just happened to be admiring the newest piece that she had acquired.

[ohvalleys]

OPEN STARTER at ... the stardrop saloon.

with the upcoming flower dance in her mind, cordelia couldn't get the joyful anticipation of the coming event out of her head. traditions in the valley were important to her   —   and truth be told, she was still giddy regarding her scavenger hunt win. tonight, she sways and twirls aimlessly by herself to whatever music comes on the jukebox. on her third loop around the room, she pauses in front of a fellow patron, eyes glittering with excitement:   "   would you like to dance?   "

[vilisisms]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― cordelia langthorne / open starter / @darkskiesrpgstarters

"oh, i wouldn't go in there." she offered the small piece of advice to the person that has just brushed passed her. cordelia was having a pleasant enough time just people watching. she viewed it the same as she viewed her gallery, or any piece of art. every person was a moving canvas, a living sculpture with their own story. with that, the most recent pair that just entered the nearest attraction looked to have a story that involved a little less space between them once away from other people. "at least for now." a small smirk graced her lips as left it up to them to decide.

[flcralhaze]

closed starter ›› any muse , @selenitenoble. anica dragovic , @gildedreign. leanor de guzman , @monarhrh where: the betrothal celebration.

a critical  eye  took  in  the  decor, noting how the two cultures were thoughtfully woven together in the show of grandeur. having never attended any event hosted by either nation, expectations hadn't been high even as she'd walked to the ballroom, but now a smile adorned mackenzie's features. she hummed along to the music - a japanese song, she believed.   ❝ impressive, ❞   she mused, half to herself and half to the person beside her,   ❝ competition truly brings out the best. ❞

[lcvergrl]

closed event starter . . . with @ohvalleys

Seline sits on a blanket in the grass, her face paint and makeup kit spread around her, and watches some kids bounce away. She smiles, their laughter filling her up with a lingering sense of joy, as they compliment each others freshly done face paint — they'd both chosen to get rainbow butterflies to celebrate the occassion. Seline hums to herself in content and reaches over for her brush cleaner and a paper towel (reusable, of course).

She smiles as Cordelia approaches, looking up, squinting as the sunlight hits her eyes. She regrets, not for the first time, not bringing sunglasses.

"Hi, Cordelia," Seline chirps happily. "Would you like to sit down? It's pretty warm today. I've got some raspberry lemonade, if you'd like. I could even food dye it blue, like the ocean, or something."

[ashesrebirthed-a]

It was just another average day at Angel Investigations. That was, if you counted 'average' as Cordelia coming back from her nice, paid vacation away from the psycho slayer that knocked her out and kidnapped Wesley on some homicidal trip-out, only to discover that said psycho slayer was not only still hanging around, but living with her boss. In their office's basement! And then, to add insult to injury, being left behind while Angel and Wes were off playing hero to babysit her. Alone.

Not that she'd been very around to do much babysitting of. The sun was beyond high in the sky already, and there hadn't been a peep from Faith all day. Honestly, Cordelia wouldn't have minded if she'd just stayed holed away down there until Angel got back. At least then she'd be left to read her magazines in peace - which, practically a continuation of her paid vacation, couldn't complain about that part - but eventually the sound of footsteps did come, and, well. Nothing good ever did last forever, did it?

"Well, look who finally rises from Angel’s crypt.” Flipping to another page of her magazine, Cordelia didn't even bother to glance up. She might trust Faith about as far as she could throw her - which was to say, not at all - but she also knew she wasn't stupid enough to hurt her in plain sight. Not again, anyway. “Not really much with the shining, though, are you? If you're trying to beat out my boss for biggest creature of the night, I hate to break it to you, but that guy pretty much has it down to an art form already.” // @wickedlehane + plotted starter!

[collectingmuses]

@emmatriarchy continued from [ X ]

Jack let out a sigh of relief. Truthfully he was very weak when it came to Cordy, and another minute or two of that and he would have absolutely broke.

"I don't think this is a good idea." he said as he peered at her, worry etched on his features. "You know I'll support you no matter what, but I think we should like...plan this out more. These Hellfire dudes seem pretty serious."

[painofhumanity]

@cruelprincae continued from here

Even after living with her family for months now, it still surprised Cordelia how her father just knew things about her. Balekin had paid attention to her as well, learning her every flaw and fear and insecurity, and using them all to play her like a fine-tune lyre. Her father, on the other hand, used what he observed to make life in the palace easier for her, or even just to make her smile.

Like now. She hadn't said anything when she sat down at the vanity, but she'd been putting off brushing out her hair because she hated getting tangles out; she always had. Balekin's servants had ripped a brush or comb through despite the pain it caused her, and her uncle would hit her when she cried, because he thought it unseemly. Yet, without her saying a word, her father had picked up a comb and started taking care of the unpleasant task for her, carefully undoing any knots there might be. He knew. . .and he was doing it for her. The emotion that threatened to make her cry wasn't one she could name right away, but it was warm and soft.

Cordelia sat still and listened intently to every word he said, and he spoke of the power of a faerie's emotions, something tight in her chest loosened a little. Faint, hazy memories stirred, of a child's laughter and flowers blooming all around. Her laughter, maybe? Cordelia remembered that she used to make flowers grow all of the time, but her uncle had put a stop to such wild and unrefined displays of magic.

A detached ruler is never a good ruler, he said. She quickly brushed away a tear that fell and met her father's eyes in the reflection of her vanity. "That seems to be your approach to fatherhood as well," Cordelia commented softly. "Uncle loves me, but he never-- He always had servants do my hair to his liking." Just one thing on the list of all of the many ways her father and uncle were different.

[gloriousncss]

@flcralhaze ( claire & cordelia ) location: the grand breakfast time: morning

"I swear," Claire hissed as she hastened to the side of her lady in waiting, her dearest friend, the keeper of her darkest secrets, "Had I known that making a promise to never marry again would motivate so many counts and earls to try their hand at breaking that promise, I would have kept that information to myself."

[borawinters]

closed for: @cvrdelia

where: sharky’s halloween party

"Is there a reason this witch is in high demand this year?" Bo asks as he holds out the drink he had gotten for Cordelia, careful not to lose grip on the prop axe that was tucked under his arm in the process, "I've seen at least two of them roaming around."

[firstlomidze]

For: @thebrideinred Where: Seam Queens (Sewing and Bridal)

She could hear movement from the inside, the same, usual calm and calculated movements that came with Cordelia's dedication, almost mechanized. She wondered briefly if it didn't bore her, doing the same after so long but imagined that Cordelia's... other hobby kept her entertained enough to give at least some other meaning to her life. At least the shop still looked intact, which was a lot more that she could say about that little game store or whatever the human owned. Seemed like Kiri hadn't reached this yet, perhaps in her broken mind the memories of Cordelia's name being so carelessly thrown here and there haven't made it to the forefront of the new vampire's mind.

She walked in with a smirk on her lips, walked around catching the fine fabrics and dresses Cordelia kept on display. "I'm happy to see you alive and well, darling." She called out, loud enough for the other to hear. "I had almost feared I wouldn't get to see your face one more time, or get one of your fine clothing." The teasing on her voice easy to detect as a hand smoothed down a fabric. "I have heard vampires can be quite vengeful."

[oflautus]

♦︎˚.⁺⊹ .ᐟ ― cordelia langthorne / open event starter / @exitiumstarters

"who knew i was such a pro at throwing darts at balloons." she comments with a soft chuckle and a smirk as she was handed the stuffed animal she'd won by the carnival worker. after saying thank you to them, she turned to the person next to her. "if i had known i wouldn't have played so early, now i have to carry this around the rest of the night."

[ohvalleys]

@chrrylpstcks / the old community center was hardly a sanctuary, or at least a fully functioning one. but when the world outside got too loud, like the new influx of people to the valley had made it, sometimes cordelia liked to sit in the musty-smelling silence of the past, mostly quiet save for the wind blowing through broken windows or the scurrying of mice feet around the corner. today, however, the noise is more disconcerting: she ventures down one of the small hallways, silent and worrying, convinced she's heard the footsteps of someone else    —   another villager? a ghost?

[starlessleep]

PRISCILLA KING ☆ CORDELIA KING

"Do you need any help with unpacking your things again?" Priscilla asks. They were currently avoiding unpacking all the bags in their own quarters; she hadn't intended to bring so much to the underground bunker...but it had taken quite a bit to make it feel like home. "I'm not ready to go through all of my things again yet."

@ofliarsandlovers

[flcralhaze]

closed starter ›› cailean fergusson , @tormxntum when: during the grand breakfast.

scots had  a  habit  of  sticking  together, the mackenzies and fergussons especially. two cups of coffee in hand, cordelia wove through the crowd, the number of people decreasing as she walked farther from the main area. normally she would remain at the very heart of the party, dislike of the current scottish monarchy had nothing to do with a dislike of grandeur, within reason, but exceptions were made for friends. the gathering would still be continuing when she returned.  ❝ don't tell me you're hiding already, ❞  she joked when she finally spotted cailean.