#pearls Strand Necklace

[thejewelryhut]

The Essence of Timeless Design, TheJewelryHut Fancy Designer Vintage Inspired Style Pearls Strands in Gold Necklace

Something Old, Something New! Be Bold, Be Fierce, and Be Beautiful, Mesmerize her with TheJewelryHut Fancy Designer Vintage Inspired Style Tahitianr Pearls in 14 KT White Gold 18 inches Strand Necklace Adorned with Several 7.00-9.00 mm Natural Black Tahitian Cultured Pearls. The oriental pearl is known as the gem of the moon.  They have been recognized as the emblem of modesty, chastity, and purity.  They have also come to symbolize a happy marriage.  Pearl is the birthstone for June and is among the most timeless, classic, and treasured of all gems and is the recommended jewelry gift for celebrating 3rd, and 30th wedding anniversary. THIS NECKLACE IS MADE TO ORDER AND IS NOT SUBJECT TO RETURN OR REFUND. Ready to ship in 5-7 Days.

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[mrs-trophy-wife]

[microwaveexplosion]

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2023

11 NOVEMBER 2023 || The Princess of Wales attended the Royal British Legion Festival of Remembrance at the Royal Albert Hall along with Prince William and other of the Royal Family.

Catherine opted for -

↬ 'Jorgie' Ruched Crepe Dress in 'Black' by Emilia Wickstead

↬ Queen Elizabeth II's Bahrain Pearl Drop Earrings

↬ Queen Elizabeth II's Three-Strand Pearl Necklace

↬ 1st The Queen's Dragoon Guards Brooch in Silver

↬ Paper Poppy Pin by Royal British Legion

↬ 'Muse' Clutch Bag in 'Black Suede' by Stuart Weitzman

↬ 'Purist 105' Pumps in 'Bllack Suede' by Aquazzura

[grandmaster-anne]

16 February 2023 Her Royal Highness The Princess Royal and Vice Admiral Sir Tim Laurence joined the Royal New Zealand Corps of Signals in marking their centenary last night at Government House Wellington. For the past 100 years, RNZSigs has been responsible for operating and maintaining the communications networks of the New Zealand Army. At the event, Her Royal Highness and the Governor-General both acknowledged the service and sacrifices made by defence personnel and all those involved in the response to Cyclone Gabrielle. — Governor-General of New Zealand

[mote-historie]

Natural Saltwater Pearl Necklace. Composed of fifteen strands of graduated natural pearls, to the diamond-set bar and chain clasp, mounted in gold. 

The property of a Royal House. 

Christie's.

[ritzjewelers]

We restrung Pamela's Pearls! And we added this Super Cool Gold Toggle Clasp For Style. Ritz Jewelers...

[sharkyswaters]

[tiyajewel]

Gold Coin Medallion Necklace, Pearl Necklace, Layer Link Chain, Paperclip Necklace, 14k Gold Plated Hypoallergenic Jewelry, Gift for Her

[tcfkag]

So I've been applying for jobs for MONTHS with barely any traction and then a couple nights ago I submitted another round of applications and have already gotten four interviews (and one call back for a second round interview)! So...I decided to celebrate by getting myself some pretty and semi-reasonably priced jewelry on Poshmark because what else do you do when you've been struggling with your depression, feeling bad about not working, been kind of sick, and have a toddler who sometimes seems like she's reached the terrible twos prematurely? RETAIL THERAPY, THAT'S WHAT!

[gesray]

[thejewelryhut]

The Essence of Timeless Design, TheJewelryHut Fancy Designer Vintage Inspired Style Pearls and Topaz silver Necklace

Something Old, Something New! Be Bold, Be Fierce, and Be Beautiful, Mesmerize her with TheJewelryHut Fancy Designer Vintage Inspired Style Freshwater Pearls in 925 Sterling Silver 18 inches Necklace Adorned with One 7.00-7.50 mm Freshwater Cultured Pearls and Surrounded by Several Brilliant round Shape White Topaz. The oriental pearl is known as the gem of the moon.  They have been recognized as the emblem of modesty, chastity, and purity.  They have also come to symbolize a happy marriage.  Pearl is the birthstone for June and is among the most timeless, classic, and treasured of all gems and is the recommended jewelry gift for celebrating 3rd, and 30th wedding anniversary. Ready to ship in 3-5 Days.

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[ratmare]

Normally i'd be like "maybe let's not"....but, my darling, who wears pearls during games and then goes home to read elle kennedy????????

i adore him

It’s so tragic that Bryce Harper was born into a weird cult and can’t be the homosexual diva he was clearly meant to be. We need to end the mormon church

[reshinless]

sylus is a girl dad.

sylus whose daughter loves telling everyone hi, with a wave and a cheeky smile (in hopes to find a mom and a wife for her papa)

she, who bumps into you while running around the candy isle.

"oh sweetheart, are you okay?" she immediately gets up to see who she bumped into-

"oh wow.. you're so pretty, lady!" she cheers as you pick her up. "mmhm? where's your parents, honey?" you search signs for any parents.bmaybe she was just wandering?

no no, a kid with this type of fashion would not just 'be roaming around'. she had a necklace with her own name on it.

"my daddy would like you." the small white-haired little girl looked at you with awe. playing with your hair as she leaned onto your chest, as if she was ready to call you mom.

you started to walk around the store, asking around if they'd seen her parents. but every stranger you met- to no avail did you get to find any clue. let alone the man himself.

"sweetheart, do you know what you're papa looked like?" tucking in one of her stray strands of hair behind her ears as she nods her head. "yeah, handsome and very nice. he is very tall too! and.. ummm... he has my hair!" huh.. you couldn't find anyone else that seemed to have similar hair to hers.

"ah, there you are scarlett. don't roam around aimlessly. you heard a low voice coming from behind you. oh this must be her father.

oh- wow. he was definitely a lot more different than expected. you expected an appearance similar to the way his little girl had dressed. "papa! look i found pretty woman!" she pulled on your collar, asking you to get closer.

'you.. you're her dad?" you looked back at the little pearl you had in your arms, she was wearing all pink and a dash of white. and compared it to the man in front of you's look. a black suit paired with a few touches of red here and there.

you chuckled at first, getting to converse a little deeper with the tall man, although he looked scary, he was not as unfriendly as he seemed.

"you're good with kids, hmm?" the white-haired male hummed, looking into your e/c eyes, he definitely could hold it. "I suppose!" you cheer as you watch the small girl run back and forth, grabbing unhealthiness off the shelves.

"miss! can you pretty please buy this for me?" she grinned, oh what a cute little smile! sylus suddenly stopped you by your shoulder; "I'm really sorry for her behavior, she doesn't usually act like this. scarlett, go put it back." the last of his sentence almost sounded nice, but a twinge of anger in it. well, understandably..

"don't worry, i can buy it for her. which one did you want again?" you stepped closer, kneeling down to her level, watching her point out what chocolate bar she wanted.

he had to marry you.

after a quick trip to the counter, the small girl happily munched on her candy, smiling a teethy grin at you. bits of chocolate over her mouth. "hey, careful now, chocolate can stain easily.." you walked to her, wiping her mouth with a part of your clothing.

"hey- you didn't have to do that." sylus was too late to stop you, the mocha already stained onto your shirt. "huh? oh it's nothing much really, I'm fine. they're just clothes anyway."

"let me repay you."

"no, no need really!"

"let me."

"no! it's fine!"

he grabbed your hand not too roughly, but places what looked like at least one-thousand dollars?!

by the time you looked up from counting the money, he had already gone. oh, what's this? a note?

"call me XXXX-XXX-XXX when you find something." huh. his number? now that's interesting!

[laurorne]

༊*·˚ CRAVING YOUR WARMTH | aegon ii targaryen x targaryen bastard sister!reader

summary: two dragons who seek to move closer for warmth during their grief must remain apart, as they can only hurt one another with their sharp teeth and barely contained flames. though they both share the intentions of a close relationship, they're unable, for reasons they cannot avoid.

content: targaryen incest, angst, allusion of self-mutilation/harm, bastardphobia in westeros, night after intimacy suggested, self-hatred, blood, wonky metaphors and personification, no beta we die like vizzy t, badly written angst, that damn necklace

word count: 1.5k

a/n: let me tell you that i struggle writing angst, but god do i love reading it. i'm like my own self entertaining paradoxical concept and it astounds me

A gentle hand smoothing over his back is what stirs him from the throes of sleep, nails skating along his marked skin softly enough to tickle. He shifts as the hand moves from the expanse of his back up to his hair, rubbing circles into the crown of his head. Twirling bits of hair between deft fingers as she presses a kiss to the slope of his shoulder.

He hums, limbs stretching out clumsily as he rolls onto his side, fingers weak as his hand dances along the goose-down duvet until it reaches her. Her, and her softness, and her warmth.

“Wife.” He’s barely awake, even with the exasperated sigh that comes from his older sister.

“We are not wed, Aegon.” A gentle reminder from soft lips, her eyes taking in his tired demeanour, the curve of his brow.

She brushes the strand of choppy hair from his face, thumb dragging along the apple of his cheek.

He doesn’t speak for a moment, lids finally fluttering open as he stares up at her with those watery eyes. The ones he knew made her weak to suggestion. He lets his hand creep up her calf –where he can still feel the divets of scars from their childhood running through the gardens– until it finds home on the hand she has in her lap, he threads his fingers with hers. The number of rings adorning her fingers was thanks to him: he and his obsession with keeping his older sister glamoured. 

Imported Dornish rings that gleamed with the heat of the sun, Essosi ornate cloth and dresses that were far from the modesty of Court, hair pins adorned with pearls from the Summer Isles, and an intricate necklace crafted from the smelted metal of a Valyrian sword, inlaid with gemstones he had pulled from the Red Keeps vaults.

She was wearing it now, the stones gleaming under the sun that spotted through the lace curtains of her room. The engraved details scatter the few beams of light they catch like dew drops upon spider silk. The stones dangle between the valley her breasts create, the smallest of them twirls some intricate dance as she shifts. Like molten silver, it fits her without any of the stiffness metal should have. 

“We should be.” He glances down at his hand intertwined with hers and watches her thumb rub over his —in the way she always has ever since childhood— it makes him all the more rueful.

He’s hopeful, far beyond it. His bones ache and his head throbs from a swelling hangover, and he feels his throat ache something terrible at its use. His eyes trail from their hands to her face, he wants anything aside from sorrow to be there.

It’s worse. 

Her brows are furrowed as she stares down at him with pity, oh how he wishes it wasn’t pity.

“Oh, sweet boy.” She pulls her hand from his grasp and holds his face in her gentle hands with all the care he needs. “Some things, they just can’t be.”

His lip curls, a pathetic smile covering his visage as he cups the backs of her hands in his own. “But they could. Helaena would not care, she loathes our marriage. As do I. We could take Valyrian vows on Dragonstone. Just as our sister and uncle have. We could leave.”

“Aegon.” A wistful breath of his name, pained and twisted with grief of things that never were and never will.

“We don’t need to stay. Just you and I, riding atop Sunfyre. Across the Narrow Sea.” He moves onto his knees, staring into her wet doe-like eyes as he speaks. He doesn’t leave her an opportunity to doubt him. Doesn’t allow her to pull away as he keeps her hands on his jaw.

Her lips twitch and so do her fingers against his. “Aegon, don’t be foolish.”

“You mustn’t know what you mean to m-”

“Aegon, please.” She tries to pull away now, but he winds his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck and presses forward. Wine-stained lips crushing against the curve of her nose, fluttering across her brow like the gentle wings of a cotton moth as it devours silks and linen allied— devourer of all things beautiful and plain. 

He drags his lips to hers finally, soaking her up in a way only someone as depraved as he could. It’s like stretching out upon a rock after not feeling the son for years, like stripping yourself of shackles you’ve worn since birth. Her lips are chapped, a split in her lips from all the worrying she does to the poor thing scratches along his upper. He surges forward, pulling her so fully against him that it fills some empty part of him, like a puzzle piece that’s never been slotted into place. But oh —how it has— and how it always disappears just as quickly as it comes to him. He licks at her bottom lip, sucks it into his mouth and shudders out a breath as she reciprocates. Her lashes fluttering against his cheeks as they finally shut, as she cups his neck and presses her butterfly kisses onto him, licks into his mouth as she breathes hotly across his face in a way only Aegon can enjoy.

He nips at her tongue accidentally, overexcited and eager as he is. And that seems to bring her back from whatever hole he had dragged her into. But he persists, hand drifting down to the smooth metal of her necklace as he thumbs at a jewel. He tries to savour her presence even as her face scrunches and her fingers fist the hairs behind his ears. It nearly pains Aegon, with the way his head tilts away from her just slightly, Adams apple jumping against pale skin as he stares oh-so adoringly, heady breaths stinking of wine fanning her bruised lips.

“We could start a family in Essos. As many children as you want.” He desperately reaches for her again.

“Aegon.” 

“A home in Braavos, on the beach. Where we could lo-”

A hiccuped sob that withers in her throat is what stops him, punches the wind from his lungs.

Her lips are pursed and her hands have loosed upon his hair and move to cup his ruddy cheeks. Nails pressing into the flesh of his face hazardously. His eyes are dark and his lips part as he stares up at her, he sees the tears edging along her waterline. That deep frown she has when she’s trying not to cry, whether it's about something he had done or when she’s ordered by their Grandsire to stop her hysterics.

“Aegon,” It’s a sullen whisper as she lets his face go entirely, fingers slipping down his chest before they land in her lap again. “I am not a trueborn daughter. I will never be. I am not right in the mind. I will birth lunatics and monsters and wailing death. You can’t love me.”

He doesn’t know what to say, for once he has no sharp-tongued quip or comment. He pushed her from a height, just when she had finally reached the top of her spire. He retracts, fingers loosening from the grip he had on her pale hair, and lets her fall back onto the plush of her bed as she stares up at him like he’s burnt her. Like he’s dragged a dagger across the soft of her flesh and told her he never loved her. She pushes herself away, curling in on herself as tears cut through the flush of her cheeks. A wobbly exhale, and another as he drags a hand through her hair.

Her fingers dance down her neck and across the skin of her arms where they find home on the pale scars marring the upper parts of her arms. He can see her fingertips quivering with the urge to dig. To pull at chords of muscle beneath her skin and scratch at her bones. She had told him about things she saw. Things that hunted at the edge of her vision and scattered when she went looking. Dreams that came to the waking world with her. A pale man with the stench of darkness seeping from his pores.

“I love yo-” He leans forward to comfort her. 

“You don’t.”

“I know that I love you.”

“You know nothing, Aegon.” She pulls herself to the edge of the bed and drags herself to stand, the silk bedsheets slip away and her goosebumps raise upon her bruise-marred skin, she’s as bare as the day she was born. Her throat is too tight and her necklace feels heavy as she stumbles to the secret passage, she slips from the room unbidden and leaves a smudge of blood on the wooden grain of the bookcase as Aegon sits in her bed. Salty tears of his own roll down his face as he clenches and unclenches his fists.