#that and audacious gold jewelry

[greyias]

Now, @grumpyhedgehog in no way whatsoever asked for this, but somehow I still took it as a challenge to create a Fuckboy outfit for Draike. I think I nailed the assignment pretty well, given the outfit constraints within game.

[foreverisntenough]

- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This story will contain fluff, suggestion, smut and angst- not sure what else yet! Some love bombing but we love a needy Trent

Note: I was planning on keeping this just for myself so please be nice. I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

Chapter 6 - ‘You’re Mine’

His fingers laced between yours as the summer sun sunk on the horizon in between the buildings in Manhattan. You walked down Madison Avenue popping in and out of some stores before dinner. You were caught in a conversation with one of Trent’s friends talking about something frivolous when you walked by Van Clef & Arpels.

“Ugh! I’d die honestly” you said staring into the brick and mortar window at a particularly ridiculous necklace; it’s audacious shimmer reflecting in your eye. Trent just looked at you falling in love with a piece of jewelry like he wished you would with him.

“You’re so dramatic, relax, it’s a necklace” his friend still next to you said.

“It’s not just a necklace though” you assured him.

“You don’t want to match with me, baby?” Trent interjected into the conversation pointing at a version of the bracelet he currently had on.

“Nah, mate. It’s not the look” his friend speaking before you even could tear your eyes away from the necklace that held your attention.

“I actually really like T’s” you corrected the boy. “Looks good on you baby” you spoke amorously now to Trent but hadn’t turned your head to actually look at him. “This necklace though... You don’t understand.” It was a ‘10 Motif’ necklace in white gold, like Trent’s, but unlike his, this one was covered with diamonds.

“If someone ever bought me this, I would beg them to be in a relationship with me.. would have to be my boyfriend..have to marry them” you sighed not realizing what you were saying caught in a greedy haze.

“That’s insane but sure.” Trent’s friend shook his head at your rational. Trent on the other hand had to stop himself from just walking into the store and buying it for you then.

You squeezed Trent’s hand, missing the connection as you continued to walk down the avenue. He was also a little lost in the moment but responded to the squeeze with a kiss to the back of your hand.

A few days passed like this; filled with the word ‘baby,’ sharing secrets, stolen kisses and a lot of sex.. like a lot. You couldn’t pull yourself off or away from him, you were completely hooked. He was everything to you. You were completely submissive to him, you were his.

You laid tucked on the hotel bed in Trent’s arms. This had become your favorite place to be. You both had gotten ready for dinner, the last one of Trent’s trip, the other boys all had met up in Tyler’s room before they planned to leave but you and Trent had opted to cuddle a little in your room till the Ubers arrived. Your head nuzzled into his neck, your hand drawing patterns over his button up shirt.

“Baby” he spoke between kisses to your temple. You only hummed in response.

“I’m gonna miss you so much, beautiful” Trent continued speaking. His words stung. As much as you two had discussed over the past few days how much you liked one another and your rough plans it still hurt to be reminded about his impending departure.

“T… I can’t even think about that. It actually makes my heart hurt, please.” You said nuzzling your head further into him.

“I know, baby. I just hope you know really how much I’ll miss you” he placed another kiss onto you.

“I do” you giggled a little back, swooning over his kiss. “Do you know how much I’m going to miss you baby?”

“Don’t know… show me.” He said pulling at your body. You leaned up to kiss his lips. “It won’t be that long though, I promise” he continued talking.

“5 and a ½ weeks is pretty long considering I haven’t left your side for days. Don’t know if I’m even going to be able to breathe tomorrow” you tried to lighten the mood given the harrowing reminder of the time apart you were about to embark on. You and Trent had decided that you would keep in touch and try to talk as much as possible while he was away back in England and then gone for preseason. If you both were still feeling the same you were going to go visit him at the start of his season. Neither of you thought your feelings were going to change so you both were pretty certain about being together again.

“It’ll go quick then you’ll be back with me. Yeah?” He tried to reassure you.

“You sure you don’t want like space for a little? I mean..” you tailed off nervously second guessing his commitment.

“Baby, I’ve never wanted someone to give me less space. Promise you’ll call me everyday?” He was showing just how needy he was for you and you ate it up. You wanted to give him all your attention.

“If you want me to. I will definitely call you, maybe a little FaceTime too show you what you might be missing…” You mused suggestively

“Yeah? I will need to see what’s still mine. We'll find a good rhythm baby.” Trent placed another kiss on your lips, his hands lowering in your body. You just stared into each other's eyes for a little.

“Promise you won’t meet anyone else on the street and hole up with them?” He looked really nervous as he spoke again which surprised you.

“T… trust me this is a once in a lifetime.” You tried to ease his nerves.

“And.. if you get drunk or horny.. please don’t go home with someone else I don’t think I could take it” he was almost begging you.

“T! You’re you! A footballer! I should be the one worried about you being horny, you can have anyone at the snap of your fingers...” your voice faltered a little realizing your circumstance.

“Baby.. “ he laughed a little. “Thing is.. I only want you.” Giving you another kiss. Fortunately, it was a really good kiss so you worries slipped away without a second thought.

“If that happens, I’ll just call you T” you said pulling away.

“Huh?” He looked at you a little confused forgetting what you were talking about lost in your kiss.

“If I’m drunk and/or horny… you will be the first and only person I’ll be calling.” You confirmed.

“Good, beautiful,” he said, snuggling up to you some more. He placed his face in the crook of your neck and kissed your sensitive skin. The idea of you being horny was now making him horny.

Trent rubbed his hands along the bare skin beneath the hem of the skirt you had on. His touch had your heart threatening to beat out of your chest. You could feel your cheeks blush red, your body getting hot.

He was so devastatingly beautiful you needed to fight back a whimper from escaping. You slid your hands up his chest and your fingers curled around his shirt pulling at it. He knew he had won when you slowly spread your legs and let his hand slip underneath your skirt.

“Baby…” you moaned quietly.

“Shhh, just let me take care of you.” Trent hushed, dragging his thumb over your core. Your slick gathered between your legs before he parted your lips a little more to swipe over your clit slowly. His touch sent a shiver up your spine, pushing out a soft moan.

“T, please we have to go soon.” You tried to stop him.

“Nah, Nah. Just be a good girl for me, okay?” He spoke into your neck when he slipped two of his fingers into you.

“Oh my god, baby, you feel so good.” You let out in a gasp.

“Needed to feel you” Trent said while his fingers worked slow and then up to a blistering pace. You felt that familiar knot in your stomach forming. You shut your eyes tight, your pussy pulsating around his fingers. Before you could even tell Trent you felt it all snap and release, a sensation of pleasure washed over you embarrassingly quick.

“Fuck…” you could barely speak but Trent was persistent.

“Gimme one more baby, please I need to make you feel good,” Trent coaxed you on. You were over stimulated but the thought of not being with Trent for weeks had you begging for more.

“T, please, please” you moaned with no real direction of your words. His fingers still circling your throbbing clit. The lack of oxygen made you felt dizzy and you loved it. His lips all over your neck. The pleasure you felt was like nothing else. Your stomach came undone again, fingers digging into his biceps, leaving half crescent marks on his tanned skin. He pulled his fingers out of you slowly and you gasped at the loss of contact. You breathed heavily collapsed on Trent’s chest. You couldn’t get the strength to look but you heard Trent lick his fingers still wet with you.

“You’re perfect. So good f’me.” He said now kissing your head, his hand coming to soothe your back.

“That wasn’t fair, T, I have to like get ready all over again.” You said trying to pull yourself off him now but you couldn’t break out of his tight hold.

“You look so sexy just like this. C’mere, baby” he said pulling your face to his for a sloppy kiss.

“T…” you tried to pull away from him but he held onto your lips with his teeth “let me get uppppp.” You groaned, actually starting to get annoyed.

“Fine, fine” he said, releasing you. You got up pulling your skirt back down, running your hands over some of the sequins of the silver mini. You fixed the hem of your tight long sleeve white t-shirt: You wanted to ruche the bottom to crop it showing your stomach.

“Look okay?” You asked, now putting on a pair of black boots.

“Mmmm. Fuck baby, maybe we should…” your eyes flashed at Trent in frustration before he could finish his sentence. “Okay, sheesh nevermind. Was just trying to tell you how good you looked but fine.” He said laughing trying to be dramatic per usual.

You were in the bathroom fixing your lipstick when Trent came in, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder and giving you a wet kiss on your cheek.

“All mine. So, so beautiful. Hmm?” He cooed with question before placing another kiss.

“I actually might kill you before you leave this country.”

“Nah, you secretly like this.” He was right to be fair. He was actually always right. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of you two in the bathroom mirror. You had gotten into the habit the last few days, taking more and more pictures together. It was like you were dating but you…you definitely were not. You sure as hell acted like a couple and it was even furthering the delusion you and he were in.

Finally you two managed to leave the room after another messy make out, another reapplication of lipstick, and another slew of mushy ‘you’re so perfect” comments to the other. You got to dinner with the rest of the boys and while both you and Trent were trying your best to be present and engaged with everyone, your hand was placed high on his leg pulling his attention elsewhere. You had pulled his shorts to rise a little underneath the table grazing your fingers on the inside of his thigh tracing patterns. The glide of your nails had Trent unable to focus, unable to get his words out, unable to think about anything but you.

When dinner ended the group had gathered at the front of the restaurant waiting for cars to arrive. Trent’s mind was still muddied with dirty thoughts. He sat on a bench pulling at your hands till you stood between his legs. Placing kisses on your exposed stomach, his hands slid up and down rubbing the sides of your bare thighs.

“You want to go out with them? Or…” he kept kissing against your bare skin.

“T..” you groaned a little.

“Or you want to come back home with me, baby?” He said tilting his head up showing a cheeky smile.

“Well that’s not fair… of course, I want to go home with you, I will be going home with you later but we should go with them first” you said, placing a kiss on his head.

“Fine” he said, his plump lips rolling into a fake a pout. Cheekily he slid his hands up your thighs again except this time completely under your skirt squeezing onto your ass.

“T!” You exclaimed. He just kept his hands on you until you physically removed them. The sly smile illuminating his face had you anything but mad.

Jumping out of the black cars, the group of boys and you were escorted into a bar downtown seated in a lounge area that was still accessible by the public. You were trying to be conscious of how clingy you were to Trent when out with his friends the last few nights. As much as you were ‘together,’ it wasn’t lost on you that this was initially a trip with his friends. In an effort to ‘distance’ you opted to sit with Marcel but you only managed to get arms distance away before Trent was pulling at the hem of your top asking you silently not to go too far. Trent sat comfortably, legs spread leaning forward onto one of his legs as he and his friend ordered drinks.

“Baby..” Trent said reaching for you again. “What do you want?” He cooed with more affection.

“Whatever you get T,” you said with a smile before diving back into your conversation with his brother. Trent watched you with a smile, swaying gracefully, talking with excitement. He barely could make out your words over the music but he didn’t care, he just liked the look of you, the presence you had in the room was completely enthralling to him.

“You actually like her mate” His friend quietly said.

“Yeah, like genuinely, down a bit bad for her. I’d be embarrassed but honestly don’t care. Gonna have her come visit me as well.”

“Wow bro, whirlwind, no?” His friend looked surprised but also happy with the authentic smile that had been permanently stuck on Trent’s face the past couple days, his eyes refusing to break away from you now.

“Yeah, I don’t know but I want this one.” Trent said with certainty. He had caught your eye and you stared back a little questioning his gaze. He just winked at you licking his lips. Even just a glance from him had your stomach doing flips so you looked away quick.

As you expected and had become accustomed to, a few girls had made their way over into the space. Plenty of naive questions about Trent, renditions of attempted Liverpool accents, a few bottles of 1942 circulating, the night was quickly picking up and your distance from Trent no longer seemed intentional but unavoidable as you could no longer get to him.

Like any girls would, they all attached to boys in the group, sitting in laps, standing in between legs, hands brushing biceps. You were standing with Marcel soon along with two new girls and it wasn’t until they asked if you two were together that you noticed Trents position.

“Nah, she’s with my brother.” Marcel answered for you pointing to Trent which caused his face to drop a little. Trent was sat in another seat, only now a girl in a backless mini dress stood in front of him and way too close for your liking.

“Oh…” the girl with you seemed kind but had now gotten a little awkward seeing her friend with a man that was apparently with you. Unbeknownst to you Trent was gently letting her friend down.

“I’m going to be in London this winter” The girl attempted to flirt and ignite plans with Trent.

“Yeah, London’s great. I prefer to stay up north but I’m sure you’ll have a good time.” He said his eyes now panning the room looking for you. He was trying to be polite but was getting a little bored of the niceties. He couldn’t find you through the crowd of people but you could see him. The girl stretched her arm out grabbing for Trent’s and that’s when you felt sick.

“Marc, I can’t do this. I am so stupid.” Your eyes filling with tears. You were drunk and emotional about your impending split. You soberly would trust Trent but you were overwhelmed and frankly overreacting but you needed to get out of there. You couldn’t stomach another girl touching him.

“Y/N” Marcel tried to grab you but you slipped away breaking out of the area. He didn’t follow you instead he adamantly stared at Trent with a ‘what the fuck’ expression.

“Look, you seem really nice..” Trent said with some sternness removing her hand from him quickly “…but I’m here with someone” he continued looking for you, only now catching Marcel's glare. Still unable to see you, Trent began to worry. He stood up briskly, making his way through his friends ignoring any remarks determined to find you immediately.

You had rushed into the hallway in tears trying to catch your breath before you kept walking to leave. What had happened? To no surprise but also to your disappointment your fool's paradise had crumbled around you.

“Hey, nah, none of this. Where you going” you heard echoing off the walls. You knew the voice, you knew who it was but you couldn’t bring yourself to turn around, not with your swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks.

“Baby.. C’mere now” he said firmly, grabbing your wrist forcing you to turn to him. “No, no, no, please baby. Don’t do this. C’mere” he cooed, picking your chin up to make eye contact, his thumb brushing the tears from your skin. “Please beautiful.”

You started to cry again a little more.

“T, why are you dragging this out with me?Just let me go, it hurts too much already and you’re still here.” You wept.

“Y/N” he said harshly before his lips crashed into yours, passionately making out, pressing you up against the wall before you pulled away.

“T, don’t. I get that this..” you gestured to your bodies, “works but my heart is breaking here so please.” You were practically begging but his lips stayed attached to your neck.

“Baby, I’m not breaking anything, I’m not letting you go, I’m here with you, alright?” He whispered against your skin.

“Baby..” you whined “what about...” You wanted to ask about the girl but you already were looking embarrassingly desperate and your drunk logic didn’t really make sense anymore.

“Don’t even go there… I told her I was with you, pretty girl.” He cooed with a goofy smile now placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Yeah?” You questioned returning the kiss, falling into a heavier makeout before Trent pulled you into an unspecified room.

He broke the kiss trying to inspect where you two had ended up, a maintenance closet of sorts, both of you heavily breathing, his forehead rested against yours, before his lips were back on your neck.

“I just didn’t want to bother you tonight…” you tried to explain your distance ultimately causing the miscommunication.

“This face…” he said stroking his thumb over your cheekbone “will never bother me. Don’t leave my side when we’re out, yeah?” He said as your hands slid under his shirt, twisting the material higher up to show more and more of his abs. His lips were still on your neck, his teeth nipped at your soft skin. His mouth slowly moved down your neck shoving your shirt up now over your boobs giving him a rushed but full view of them before placing his mouth on your exposed skin. You pulled him off though pushing him up against the door before working your lips down his body.

“T, don’t leave me” You said regarding tonight at this bar but also in the grander sense. You had made your way down to Trent’s shorts looking up at him with a sinister look. You quickly fumbled around pulling his now hard cock out, placing him almost immediately in your mouth.

“Fuck…” he groaned.

You took as much of him as you possibly could. Trent’s groans filled the maintenance room as you licked down his shaft, before moving your mouth back up. His hands gripped your hair, growing tighter as you continued to bob up and down vigorously. You moved one of your hands to squeeze his balls, you knew his orgasm was fast approaching, by his ragged breath. Given your location, you picked up your pace slightly, your jaw now aching, feeling more and more lightheaded, as much as you were enjoying this you couldn’t stay in this room long. Trent knew that too so he pushed your head a little more so all of his cock was in your mouth. You gagged slightly before feeling his release shoot into the back of your throat. You swallowed obediently.

“All mine” Trent moaned, almost completely breathless as you pulled off of him. You stuck your tongue out a little to show him how good you did for him.

“Oh my fucking god, baby, it’s insane you think I’d try to leave you.” He joked but the sentiment was incredibly serious.

“T” you cooed looking up at him through your lashes. He reached out grabbing under your arms pulling you into him while he tried to adjust himself back in his shorts.

“We should go beautiful.” He said kissing the top of your head. “You want to head home or stay out, anything you want, yeah?”

“Anywhere with you T.” You confirmed sweetly.

“Perfect, perfect girl” he said with a kiss to your lips, pulling you out the door into the hall. The pair of you snuck back into the area where the boys were. Some of them had paired off with the girls from earlier, the remaining seemed to be enamored in various conversations although your return didn’t go unnoticed.

“All good?” Tyler looked at you with a smug smile. You and Trent weren’t exactly as discreet as you thought. Your eyes a bit watery not from sad tears, Trent’s face flushed. You shyly giggled squeezing on Trent’s arm.

“You all good? Hmm?” You cooed a question looking at Trent knowing what just ensued made him feel pretty good.

“Yeah, yeah, better than ever.” Trent said, unable to hide his grin.

“Subtly is not a strong suit of either of yours” Tyler joked.

“Wasn’t trying to be. What you want to drink, baby?” Trent snapped at his brother before affectionately asking you.

“Mmm whatever you think, T” you said staring into his eyes, completely enamored and obsessed before placing a sultry kiss behind his ear.

“Sit with them till I get back” he suggested, his hand pressing low on your back, hand dipping into the waist of your skirt. Leaning closer to your ear so only you could hear he began to whisper…

“Don’t fucking think for a second I’m not coming right back to you after you had my cock down your throat tonight. Be a good girl and wait for me, baby.” His lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. It occurred to Trent that maybe security and transparency was something you were looking for from him so he was going to tell you exactly what he was thinking and that definitely including his dick in your mouth.

You went and sat on a couch next to one of Trent’s friends trying to hide a stupid smile before he nudged your thigh.

“Earlier… He wouldn’t do that. Not to anyone, definitely not to you Y/N.” He said with a sincere smile. “Not you” he repeated

It was incredibly kind to try to ease your mind about what he watched unfold earlier. It was also unnecessary given what Trent had just whispered in your ear but he didn’t know that. He just wanted to reassure you and you appreciated it.

“Yeah? Thanks. When I think too much it just feels a little far-fetched, the whole thing.” The honest response fell out. You were a little buzzed, very emotional, and a bit dizzy from the night.

“Yeah, it’s insane for sure” he laughed “but he’s also serious though. It’s not that far-fetched. I don’t know you but he’s not fucking around, I promise.” He spoke to you candidly before Trent came back over with two drinks. It made you feel better Trent was being authentic not only to you but in front of his friends too.

“For you beautiful” Trent returned, handing you a drink.

“Thank you, T” you cooed. He leant down pushing his lips out waiting for a kiss in return. You giggled pressing your lips to his, your hand cupping his cheek before he pulled you up taking your seat placing you on his lap. His friend gave you a smug knowing look, confirming exactly what he was saying a moment ago… Trent was serious.

“Absolute melt” Tyler mused poking fun at Trent’s desperation to please you. Little did he know you were quite literally on your knees for his brother.

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Thank you for continuing reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you think or if you have any thoughts/ questions! 🤍

Next part is up - Chapter 7

[lamaisongaga]

LADY GAGA IN CELINE COUTURE FOR “JOKER: FOLIE À DEUX” UK PREMIERE

Lady Gaga turned heads at the "Joker: Folie à Deux" UK premiere at Cineworld Leicester Square, proving once again that no one does high fashion drama quite like her.

Styling by Tom Eerebout and Sandra Amador, respectively.

Dressed in a custom Celine by Hedi Slimane couture creation, she delivered a masterclass in theatrical elegance. The eye-catching ensemble featured a fierce red double satin faille bolero jacket with exaggerated, puffed shoulders—a bold nod to vintage power dressing—while the striking asymmetrical mermaid gown that cascaded into sculptural folds exuded pure red-carpet grandeur.

Every detail of this look was meticulously chosen to command attention, from the razor-sharp tailoring to the luxurious silk fabric that practically glistened under the flashing lights. The vibrant red palette perfectly echoed the intensity of Joker, setting the tone for the evening with a nod to the film’s audacious spirit.

Let's get to the jewelry!

Of course, she was decked in diamonds provided by Tiffany & Co.

Taken from their 2024 Blue Book titled "Céleste", these Flames platinum and yellow-gold earrings feature citrine diamonds in a brilliant cut.

Gaga elevated her already show-stopping jacket with a stunning Jean Schlumberger for Bird on a Rock brooch. Known for its intricate design and whimsical charm, the brooch featured a glimmering bird perched atop a deep red spessartine of 20-plus carats, symbolizing both elegance and playfulness.

The bird itself, set in diamonds and accented with gold detailing, perches lightly yet confidently on the large, oval-cut ruby, making this piece a masterpiece of both artistry and craftsmanship. Schlumberger, famed for his fantastical designs, created the brooch in the 1950s, and it has since become a signature piece in the High Jewelry collection.

Also from from the 2024 "Céleste" Blue Book — this uuuuultra insane Apollo platinum, yellow-gold, pavé diamonds and yellow diamonds bangle inspired by original Schlumberger designs.

The last Tiffany item, apart from her engagement ring, is this Schlumberger Vigne 18k gold and platinum with marquise diamonds ring ($34,300).

The Pleaser Xtreme-1020 black faux leather platform booties completed the look.

For the short and black nails, Miho used the Aprés Gel Couleur in "Birnam Wood". Both the base and top coats are by Presto.

[anyluxuries]

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[dankusner]

 ‘Ice Cold: An Exhibition of Hip-Hop Jewelry’, a cultural trip through jewellery design

‘Given hip-hop’s roots in New York, the chance to tell this story in this city is very special’

Hip-hop’s official 50th birthday was 11 August 2023.

And while there’s still time to celebrate that milestone, this party is not due to end any time soon.

‘Ice Cold: An Exhibition of Hip-Hop Jewelry’ runs at the American Museum of Natural History in New York until January 2025, and so there's ample time to join in.

Among the oversized gold chains and diamond-studded pendants is a glitter ball of legendary names – The Notorious B.I.G., Jam Master Jay and Erykah Badu among them.

But ‘Ice Cold’ aims higher, going way beyond the brilliantly audacious designs to illuminate hip-hop jewellery as part of a multi-layered trajectory of style, politics and sociocultural trends.

Following the success of Run-DMC’s 1986 hit ‘My Adidas’, Adidas struck a first-of-its-kind endorsement deal with the group, presenting each member with a 14ct gold sneaker-charm pendant. This version is by jeweller Erwin Hesz

As Sean Decatur, president of the museum tells me from New York:

‘The exhibition is not purely an academic or voyeuristic exercise, but one in which voices of the artists come through very clearly. And, given hip-hop's roots in New York City, the chance to tell a cultural story that resonates with this city in this very strong way was very exciting for us.’

While the ‘Ice Cold’ curatorial team included hip-hop great Slick Rick, industry label executives, film-makers, jewellers and academics, it is guest curator, the journalist and author Vikki Tobak, and her meticulous research for Ice Cold: A Hip-Hop Jewelry History, who inspired the show.

A YouTube Originals docu-series, ICE COLD, by Karam Gill, was also created.

A$AP Rocky jewelled Lego Man pendant; Tyler the Creator jewelled Bellman

Coloured gems are a recurring motif in contemporay hip-hop jewels: 14ct-gold, sapphire, ruby, diamond and enamel Lego pendant, designed for A$AP Rocky by Alex Moss X Pavē, 2022; diamond, sapphire and various-colour gemstones Tyler the Creator Bellhop necklace with operable briefcase, by Alex Moss, 2021

‘I've been in love with hip-hop since the early 1990s when my first job was working at a small record label with early artists including Jay Z and Gang Starr,’ Tobak explains. ‘So, I fell in love with the music even before I knew it would be a profession.’

Having worked on the management side, her interest in hip-hop jewellery evolved naturally.

‘I think when you have a love of hip-hop to the level I did, you understand the many layers beyond the music: the style, the politics, the socio-cultural elements.

So, I always recognised the fashion and jewellery as part of hip-hop’s evolving identity – a culture within the culture, if you will.’

‘Ice Cold’ crosses five decades of jewellery design in hip-hop, from the gigantic 9ct, hollow-gold chains that set rappers apart in the late 1970s through Flavor Flav’s comic 1980s clock pendant that prompted rap’s entry into the mainstream, to Roxanne Shanté’s ‘R’ signet ring, signifying her role as the only female rapper of Juice Crew collective.

The story weaves through 1990s diamond-set record-label pendants, demure opal and white gold grillz for Erykah Badu, and Ghostface Killah’s gobsmackingly gargantuan five-pound Eagle armband.

The current mood, meanwhile, is represented by Nicki Minaj’s Barbie necklace and Tyler the Creator’s CAD-drawn character pendants, signaling a return of the pop humour and outsize forms of the early designs.

Erykah Badu wears eagle teeth grillz; Slick Rick's diamond-studded eye patch and costume crown

‘People always think of hip-hop as remixing and reinventing things, and that goes across all aspects of it, including the jewellers,’ says Tobak. ‘Also, entrepreneurialism is very much in the spirit of hip-hop and, at the beginning, there weren’t any fashion houses who wanted to dress hip-hop creatives nor jewellers catering to the hip-hop crowd. And, though not necessarily by choice, a lot of the early jewellers, immigrants from the former Soviet Union, parts of Asia, the Caribbean, were in tune with hip-hop’s DIY spirit. The “Let's go for it, right? Let's be bigger, let's be bolder with our jewelry, let's show the world who we are” design drive is, in part, an extension of that entrepreneurialism.’ Today, as big brands understand its marketing power, Tobak believes: ‘you might say hip-hop, and the luxury world are lockstep’.

So how did ‘Ice Cold’ end up on show in the American Museum of Natural History?

‘We've had a gems collection at the museum since the late 19th century,’ Decatur explains. ‘But we have always used objects from the natural world to highlight their meaning in the context of human culture, and jewellery design is part of that.’

The notion of Ice Cold being an opportunity to do something particularly special, then, he says, was clear to everyone involved:

‘When some of the artists who've loaned works for the exhibition saw it for the first time, it was really moving to hear their stories of having come to the Natural History Museum as kids,’ says the clearly delighted museum president.

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Enigmatic Allure of the Mayhem Skull Necklace

In the realm of fashion and accessories, certain symbols wield an inexplicable power, effortlessly captivating attention and paving the way for boundless self-expression. Enter the Mayhem Skull Necklace, an incomparable statement piece that enthralls bold individuals seeking to make their mark. Prepare to embark on an enthralling journey through time and fashion as we delve into the captivating history, symbolic significance, and contemporary popularity of the Mayhem Skull Necklace, all while discovering invaluable tips to seamlessly infuse it into your personal style.

Delving into the Genesis of the Mayhem Skull Necklace:

To truly appreciate the profound meaning behind the Mayhem Skull Necklace, we must traverse the annals of ancient cultures. Skulls, revered across the globe, have long embodied themes such as mortality, rebellion, and metamorphosis. From the Aztecs of antiquity to the audacious Vikings of medieval times, skulls stood resolute as symbols of resilience, safeguarding, and the eternal cycle of life. Innovatively drawing from these age-old traditions, the Mayhem Skull Necklace amalgamates venerable wisdom with contemporary flair.

Innovatively Versatile Designs and Exquisite Variations:

The intoxicating allure of the Mayhem Skull Necklace knows no bounds, transcending its symbolic nature to embrace a realm of unparalleled versatility. Fashioned from an array of materials, ranging from pristine silver to opulent gold and even resplendent gemstones, these necklaces gracefully accommodate diverse tastes. Be it intricately embellished or elegantly understated, the Mayhem Skull Necklace exalts the discerning fashion connoisseur in you.

Symbolism Meets Unbridled Self-Expression:

Imbued with an enigmatic power, the Mayhem Skull Necklace crystallizes into a dynamic symbol, enabling individuals to fearlessly manifest their innermost essence and rebellious verve. A constant reminder to seize each fleeting moment with unwavering fervor and embrace mortality's embrace, this remarkable necklace challenges the status quo, coaxing wearers to forge their distinctive fashion paths and escape the clutches of conventionality.

From Counterculture to Unrivaled Popularity:

Throughout the epochs, the Mayhem Skull Necklace has shattered boundaries and ascended to the pinnacle of iconic fashion accessories, enfolding the necks of luminaries, musicians, and trailblazing influencers alike. The realm of popular culture ardently embraces this phenomenal trend, solidifying the Mayhem Skull Necklace as the quintessential proclamation of audacity and bold self-expression. Its spellbinding presence radiates through music videos, silver screens, and sartorial masterpieces, nourishing its indomitable presence within contemporary fashion.

Unleashing Your Style Potential: Unmatched Ways to Flaunt the Mayhem Skull Necklace:

Eager to embark on an odyssey of style with the Mayhem Skull Necklace? Discover a myriad of innovative methods to seamlessly integrate this captivating accessory into your fashion repertoire. Whether your heart yearns for nonchalant elegance, audacious edge, or bohemian allure, this versatile icon effortlessly elevates your ensemble. Amplify the charisma of a simple white tee and jeans with a dash of rock 'n' roll, or layer it harmoniously alongside other necklaces to fashion a captivating, eclectic fusion. Empower your creative spirit as you experiment with a plethora of ensembles, allowing the Mayhem Skull Necklace to reign supreme as the pièce de résistance.

Nurturing Your Mayhem Skull Necklace: A Testimony to Timelessness:

Safeguarding the everlasting allure of the Mayhem Skull Necklace entails embracing impeccable care practices. When not adorning your neck, nurture its radiance by entrusting it to the cozy confines of a dry, jewelry box, far from the prying gaze of direct sunlight. Gently cleanse it with a soft cloth and mild soap, meticulously preserving its brilliance and thwarting the encroachment of tarnish. Tenderly cherish this indomitable piece, and its captivating spirit will continue to permeate the fashion landscape for countless years.

Conclusion:

Beyond being a mere fashion accessory, the Mayhem Skull Necklace stands as an emblem of defiant self-expression, an unspoken testament to your untamed individuality. Rooted in the hallowed symbolism of a bygone era, this versatile necklace encapsulates the very spirit of authority, mortality, and personal liberation. As you embark on your wondrous voyage alongside the Mayhem Skull Necklace, eagerly embrace diverse styles, fearlessly exhibiting it as a profound extension of your unique persona. Let this audacious companion unfurl boundaries and ignite intrigue wherever your path meanders.

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Introducing the Exquisite Reflection de Cartier High Jewelry Bracelet: A Timeless Masterpiece

Luxury brand, Cris Notti Jewels makes stunning pieces of high jewelry that capture the imagination. Their recent Reflection de Cartier high jewelry collection offers exquisite limited-edition pieces that are like wearable works of art for the discerning jewelry lover. Using top-quality materials like diamonds and vibrant colored gemstones, each Reflection de Cartier piece makes a breathtaking style statement.  

Diamond Bracelets Dazzle

In particular, Cartier's brilliant diamond high jewelry bracelets demonstrate Maison's dedication to creating jewelry with maximum visual impact. For instance, the Reflection de Cartier diamond cuff bracelet features a fluid, rippling shape created from over 100 carats of brilliant-cut diamonds. The diamonds have been meticulously selected and precisely set to optimize their fire and radiance.

Innovative Techniques 

Furthermore, Cartier employs innovative techniques to take diamond jewelry to the next level. By mixing cuts like emerald-cut and brilliant-cut diamonds, the Reflection bracelet creates captivating contrasts in shape and sparkle. By incorporating white and natural yellow diamonds, Cartier adds warmer tones that perfectly offset the icy fire of the colorless diamonds. The overall impression is light and movement as if the diamonds are cascading fluidly down the wrist.

Coordinated Collections

When paired with equally striking earrings or a necklace from the high jewelry collection, the dazzling effect is only amplified. By pairing the diamond bracelet with the matching Reflection de Cartier diamond necklace, you create a shimmering diamond cascade down your décolletage. It's the epitome of fine jewelry craftsmanship merged with an audacious high-fashion aesthetic.

Expert Care 

Of course, statement diamond jewelry requires special care and Cartier offers comprehensive complementary care instructions with each high jewelry piece to keep it looking its radiant best for life. As the bracelet has an adjustable open cuff closure rather than a clasp, putting it on and taking it off carefully is key to avoiding damage. It also pays to store high jewelry properly in the provided case when not being worn.

An Heirloom Investment

For Cris Notti Jewels clients looking to invest in an exceptional diamond jewelry piece that will become an instant family heirloom, Cartier's high jewelry collection has tremendous appeal. There are also opportunities to customize certain pieces like the Reflection bracelet with additional stones or diamonds for added personalization. Contact our jewelry specialists anytime to learn more about the Cartier high jewelry experience and view exquisite options first-hand in our boutique.

Lasting Impression

With its blend of top-tier diamonds set in modern, fluid gold designs, Cartier high jewelry packs a visual punch that leaves a lasting impression. A brand-new bracelet, necklace, or ring from the exclusive Reflection de Cartier collection represents the pinnacle of diamond jewelry crafting. For style-setting statement pieces that emanate timeless elegance, Cartier never fails to dazzle. Embrace high jewelry that captures the light and your imagination this season with show-stopping dazzlers from Cartier, only at Cris Notti Jewels.

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Unveiling the Top 10 Trending Couples Wedding Rings in 2023: A Sparkling Affair of Garnet Jewelry

In the domain of marital delight, the trading of wedding bands represents an association of hearts, a commitment of timeless love, and a statement of deep rooted responsibility. As 2023 unfurls, couples overall are embracing one of a kind and popular styles as they continued looking for the ideal image of their adoration. Among the plenty of choices, garnet jewelry, especially garnet rings, arises as a leader in capturing the pith of sentiment and refinement. We should dig into the best 10 moving couples wedding bands of 2023, where the charm of garnet becomes the dominant focal point.

Exemplary Solitaire Tastefulness: Exemplary never becomes unfashionable. The immortal charm of a solitaire garnet ring, set in brilliant platinum or gold, stays a perpetual #1 among couples looking for downplayed tastefulness and complexity. Its effortlessness permits the blazing brightness of the garnet to become the overwhelming focus, representing the virtue and power of their adoration.

Rare Charm: Enlivened by the sentiment of past periods, classic style garnet rings are getting back in the game in 2023. Complicated filigree plans, milgrain specifying, and resplendent settings bring out a feeling of wistfulness and appeal, making these rings an image of immortal sentiment and enduring affection.

Also Read: Top 10 Peridot Jewelry Styles

Workmanship Deco Stylish: Diverting the plushness and excitement of the Craftsmanship Deco time, garnet rings enhanced with mathematical examples, strong lines, and unpredictable balance are capturing the hearts of present day couples in 2023. With their striking plans and intense style, these rings say something of singularity and refined taste.

Nature-enlivened Joys: Nature sweethearts celebrate as nature-propelled garnet rings become the dominant focal point in 2023. From sensitive botanical themes to eccentric leaf plans, these rings commend the excellence and congruity of the regular world, filling in as a sign of the couple's adoration sprouting like a blooming blossom.

Stackable Wonder: Embracing the pattern of stackable rings, couples are settling on garnet rings that can be blended and coordinated with different gemstones and groups to make customized and dynamic looks. Whether worn alone or stacked together, these flexible rings mirror the couple's interesting bond and shared venture.

Bohemian Sentiment: Imbued with a feeling of unique appeal and bohemian charm, garnet rings with natural shapes, rural surfaces, and crude gemstones are capturing the hearts of capricious couples in 2023. With their hearty allure and unusual energy, these rings epitomize the couple's audacious and untamed love.

Moderate Wonders: Toning it down would be ideal with regards to moderate garnet rings, which are acquiring notoriety among couples who value clean lines, smooth plans, and downplayed magnificence. With their easy effortlessness and refined polish, these rings represent the couple's obligation to an existence of straightforwardness and congruity.

Custom Manifestations: For couples who hunger for uniqueness and selectiveness, specially crafted garnet rings offer a customized and significant method for communicating their affection. From integrating birthstones to etching significant images or messages, these customized manifestations mirror the couple's common history, values, and dreams.

Representative Stackables: Stackable garnet rings decorated with emblematic themes like hearts, vastness images, or Celtic bunches hold unique importance for couples, addressing everlasting affection, solidarity, and association. Layered with importance and opinion, these rings act as steady tokens of the couple's bond and commitment.

Present day Monochrome: Embracing the pattern of monochrome tastefulness, couples are choosing garnet rings set in smooth black metal like black gold or oxidized silver. With their striking difference and contemporary allure, these cutting edge works of art reclassify customary ideas of wedding jewelry, mirroring the couple's strong and vanguard style.

Also Read: Garnet Engagement Ring According to Zodiac Sign

All in all, the year 2023 messengers a renaissance of sentiment and complexity in the realm of couples wedding bands, with garnet jewelry ruling as an image of adoration, enthusiasm, and responsibility. Whether embracing immortal works of art, rare roused marvelousness, or contemporary stylish, couples are spoilt for decision with regards to finding the ideal garnet ring to praise their association and set out on an excursion of never-ending love.

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Dazzling Diversity: Unveiling the World of Bracelets at Necklace Dream World

Introduction:

Welcome to Necklace Dream World, where dreams and adornments seamlessly intertwine. In our vast collection, bracelets take center stage, each piece telling a unique story of elegance and style. Today, we invite you on a journey through the captivating realm of gold, silver, charm, bangle, tennis, and cuff bracelets. Let's explore the diverse world of wristwear that awaits you at www.necklacedreamworld.com.

Golden Elegance: The Allure of Gold Bracelets

In the realm of timeless beauty, gold bracelets reign supreme. Our collection features a dazzling array of designs, from delicate chains to intricate filigree patterns. Whether you prefer a subtle accent or a bold statement piece, our gold bracelets cater to every style and occasion. Discover the warmth and opulence of gold at Necklace Dream World.

Silver Splendor: Embracing Simplicity with Silver Bracelets

For those who appreciate understated elegance, our silver bracelet collection is a testament to simplicity's enduring charm. Sterling silver bracelets at Necklace Dream World boast exquisite craftsmanship and versatile designs. Explore the subtle brilliance of silver as it gracefully adorns your wrist, complementing any ensemble with effortless grace.

Charm Bracelets: Wear Your Story

A bracelet with personal significance adds a unique touch to your style. Our charm bracelet collection allows you to curate a piece that tells your story. Choose from an assortment of charms that reflect your passions, memories, and dreams. Express yourself through an ever-evolving piece of jewelry that grows with you.

Bangle Bracelets: Bold and Beautiful

Bangle bracelets are an embodiment of boldness and beauty. At Necklace Dream World, we offer a stunning selection of bangles in various sizes and designs. Whether you prefer a single statement bangle or a stack of mixed textures, our collection is sure to elevate your style with a touch of audacious glamour.

Tennis Bracelets: A Symphony of Sparkle

Indulge in the brilliance of tennis bracelets, a timeless classic that never fails to captivate. Our collection features meticulously set stones, creating a continuous band of sparkle around your wrist. Whether you're attending a special event or adding a touch of glamour to your everyday look, our tennis bracelets are the epitome of refined luxury.

Cuff Bracelets: Sculpting Style

Explore the artistry of cuff bracelets at Necklace Dream World. These sculptural pieces are designed to make a statement, wrapping your wrist in a harmonious blend of elegance and edginess. Discover a diverse range of cuff styles, from minimalist chic to intricately detailed designs, allowing you to express your individuality with flair.

Conclusion:

In the world of bracelets, Necklace Dream World stands as a beacon of style, offering a curated selection that celebrates diversity and individuality. Whether you're drawn to the timeless allure of gold, the understated charm of silver, the personalized touch of charm bracelets, the bold statement of bangles, the sparkling elegance of tennis bracelets, or the sculptural beauty of cuff bracelets, our collection has something for every taste. Explore the possibilities and adorn yourself with the perfect bracelet from www.necklacedreamworld.com, where dreams and jewelry unite in a symphony of style.To know more visit our website https://www.necklacedreamworld.com/                

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Trending Tales of Wedding Jewelry: A Modern Journey Through Tradition

Introduction:

The evolution of wedding jewelry remains an enchanting saga, weaving through timeless classics and embracing the avant-garde spirit of contemporary bridal fashion. As brides stride down the aisle, their choice of adornments mirrors a nuanced narrative, fusing heritage with modernity. Let's embark on a captivating expedition through the shifting trends in wedding jewelry. Know more in detail Gold Beads Necklace

A Classic Resonance:

Rooted in tradition, classic wedding jewelry continues to enthrall with its enduring allure. The elegance of pearls, the mesmerizing sparkle of solitaire diamonds, and the sophistication of gold persist as hallmarks of timeless beauty. These pieces, steeped in history and grace, stand as a testament to enduring love and the timeless charm of matrimonial vows.

Reviving Vintage Charms:

In a delightful nod to the past, vintage-inspired wedding jewelry has staged a remarkable comeback in contemporary bridal ensembles. The intricate designs inspired by eras like Art Deco and the opulent motifs from the Victorian era evoke nostalgia and romance. Brides adorned in heirloom-inspired rings and intricate filigree designs revel in the elegance and sentimentality of bygone times.

Contemporary Flair:

The contemporary bride, a symbol of modernity and individuality, seeks wedding jewelry that echoes her unique narrative. Modern pieces exude boldness, featuring asymmetrical earrings, personalized stackable rings, and unconventional materials. These adornments break traditional norms, embodying the dynamism and individuality of today's unions.

Nature's Whispers:

The enchantment of nature finds its way into wedding jewelry with ethereal floral-themed designs. Adorned with the grace of blooming gardens, these pieces symbolize growth, renewal, and the promise of a blossoming union. Whether adorned with delicate diamond petals or intricate gold blooms, these designs infuse weddings with organic beauty and timeless symbolism.

Vivid Expressions:

Steering away from conventional diamonds, contemporary brides embrace colored gemstones in their wedding jewelry. Vibrant sapphires, emeralds, and rubies lend a vibrant hue and personal significance to engagement rings and necklaces. This trend symbolizes the spectrum of emotions within marriage, allowing brides to express their distinctive personalities.

Harmonizing Metals:

Embracing versatility, contemporary brides blend metals to create a symphony of elegance in their jewelry. The fusion of gold, silver, and rose gold adorns necklaces and rings, symbolizing modernity and eclectic tastes. This amalgamation of metals resonates with the contemporary bride's desire for versatility and sophistication. Know more in detail Tribe Amrapali Ghungroo Collection

Conclusion:

The evolution of wedding jewelry is a tapestry woven with threads of tradition, innovation, and personal narratives. Modern brides, equipped with a plethora of choices, adorn themselves with jewelry that reflects their individuality. Whether drawn to the timeless elegance of classics, the romantic nostalgia of vintage pieces, or the audacious statements of contemporary designs, each trend contributes to the mosaic of love stories. Drenched in jewelry that echoes their hearts' whispers, brides embark on a new chapter adorned not just in tradition but also in the promise of a future illuminated by love, style, and boundless possibilities.

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Unveiling the Hidden Gem Collection: Exclusive Jewellery Pieces by JKJ Jewellers

Jewelry has always been more than just adornment; it's an expression of individuality, a celebration of milestones, and a reflection of personal stories. Within the world of jewelry, certain collections stand out as true treasures, capturing the essence of craftsmanship, artistry, and the emotions they hold. The "Hidden Gem Collection" is one such treasure trove, encompassing an array of exquisite pieces that cater to diverse tastes and occasions. From chains and sets to bracelets, earrings, necklaces, pendants, rings, baby bangles, kids' accessories, men's bands, and men's earrings, this collection promises something extraordinary for everyone.

Chains that Connect:

A chain is more than a link; it's a connection between elegance and style. In the Hidden Gem Collection, you'll discover an array of chains crafted with intricate designs, ranging from delicate and understated to bold and statement-making. These chains serve as versatile canvases for personalization, allowing wearers to layer pendants, express their uniqueness, and create a look that's truly their own.

Sets that Tell Stories:

Matching sets have a captivating allure. They evoke a sense of completeness and unity, carrying a story that resonates across various pieces. The Hidden Gem Collection showcases sets that encompass necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and even rings, all crafted with harmonizing elements that narrate a tale of elegance, unity, and sophistication.

Bracelets: A Touch of Elegance:

The wrist becomes a canvas for creativity with the stunning bracelet offerings in this collection. From delicate chains adorned with tiny diamonds to intricately designed cuffs that make a bold statement, these bracelets blend luxury and style, elevating any ensemble they accompany.

Earrings that Dazzle:

Earrings hold the power to frame the face, and the Hidden Gem Collection's earrings are nothing short of breathtaking. From classic studs to dangling masterpieces, the selection spans styles that cater to both understated elegance and audacious glamour.

Necklaces and Pendants:

Necklaces are a way to showcase individuality. In this collection, you'll find necklaces and pendants that range from minimalist chic to extravagant opulence. Whether it's a solitaire diamond pendant or an intricate design encrusted with gemstones, these pieces are an embodiment of personal identity.

Rings that Symbolize:

Rings transcend fashion; they symbolize commitments, relationships, and moments. The Hidden Gem Collection offers an array of rings that capture the essence of these sentiments. From engagement rings that represent forever love to fashion rings that speak volumes about personal style, this collection celebrates the finger as a canvas for storytelling.

Kids' Accessories:

The collection extends its charm to the youngest among us. Baby bangles and kids' accessories crafted with care and attention to detail are a testament to the belief that every stage of life deserves to be adorned with elegance and joy.

Men's Jewellery :

Men's jewelry has evolved, embracing elegance and individuality. Men's bands and earrings from the Hidden Gem Collection redefine masculinity, offering options that cater to a wide spectrum of tastes. From minimalist bands to statement-making studs, these pieces empower men to express themselves through jewelry.

The Hidden Gem Collection isn't just a compilation of jewelry; it's a symphony of artistry, craftsmanship, and emotion. Each piece in this collection carries the potential to become an heirloom, a cherished memory, or a bold statement. As you explore the various offerings within this collection, remember that the true essence of jewelry lies not only in its aesthetics but in the stories it holds, the emotions it evokes, and the memories it accompanies.

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Why Investors are Paying Attention to ESG in the Jewelry Market

The Jewelry industry has a significant impact on ESG in terms of environment and social aspects. Consumers shopping for jewelry are favoring companies and brands that prioritize sustainability, recyclability and diversity. Brands have leapfrogged their position in environmental, social and governance (ESG) metrics as it can propel positive sentiments among stakeholders, venture capitalists and investors. Incumbent players foster their ESG performance with values and measurable goals that help them stay ahead of the curve. The year 2023 could be a defining year for leading companies in the jewelry industry as stakeholders and shareholders navigate opportunities and challenges while bolstering their sustainability profile. Brands have exhibited traction for transparency and traceability protocols amidst evolving demand across advanced and emerging economies. 

Artisans and customers alike have emphasized sustainability, gender equality and responsible consumption & production for unparalleled social and environmental practices. The incorporation of social, environmental and governance integrity to craft, process and source jewelry has become a game changer. Stakeholders are fostering the jewelry supply chain through responsible mining and sustainable sourcing of raw materials. Prominently, sustainability has served as a foundational element, prompting industry leaders to rev up efforts on all fronts, including responsible mining. 

Ever since the Initiative for Responsible Mining Assurance (IRMA) introduced the Standard for Responsible Mining in 2018, the world has observed leading practices in social and environmental responsibility for mining operations (large scale). More than 62 mining companies are reported to have been engaged in IRMA as of August 2022. Besides, the Responsible Gold Mining Principles (RGMPs) have mustered up the confidence among investors and stakeholders as the World Gold Council asserts it will address major ESG issues for gold mining companies. Responsible gold mining has come on the horizon with stakeholders favoring brands, products and services prioritizing transparency, accountability, combating corruption, resolving grievances, women participation and promotion of diversity and prevention of bullying. 

Key companies in this theme

    • Tiffany & Co.,

    • Pandora

    • Chow Tai Fook

    • Louis Vuitton SE

    • Richemont

    • among others.

Pandora Brings Lab-created Diamonds to the Fore

Diamonds grown in labs have become the next big thing with the U.S. and China leading from the front. Innovative companies are leaving no stone unturned to tap into the ESG potential through investments in lab-grown diamonds. Escalating concerns pertaining to the working practices and environment have prompted investors, governments, employees, supply chain partners and communities to seek alternatives to mined diamonds. Leading jewelry brands and lab-grown manufacturers are adding lab-created diamonds to their product offerings to keep up with ESG goals. For instance, in August 2022, Pandora announced the rollout of lab-grown diamond jewelry in the U.S. and Canada.

With social welfare and sustainability at the top of the mind for trading, mining and retail companies, industry players are likely to manufacture lab-created diamonds with lower carbon emissions. However, there is a caveat—lab-made diamonds are infamous for taking plenty of energy to produce in a high-temperature and high-pressure technology. In a bid to negate the sustainability concerns, industry participants are expected to count on using renewable energy. The Danish company claims its diamonds are made using 100% renewable energy with a carbon footprint of around 5% compared to a mined diamond. It has an audacious goal of crafting all its jewelry from recycled gold and silver by 2025. Besides, Pandora’s Sustainability Report 2021 suggests around 97% of waste was recycled at its crafting facilities, while 54% of gold and silver in 2021 stemmed from recycled sources. 

Tiffany Banks on DEI Initiatives to Stay Ahead of the Game

Soaring popularity and awareness around sustainability have enabled major players to boost their non-financial performance, including social aspects. Millennials and the Gen Z population have exhibited traction for gender diversity, women in leadership, workers’ health & safety, social impact and community investment. Prominently, Tiffany has underscored its ESG metrics to keep abreast with the trend. In December 2022, the U.S.-based company released its 2021 Sustainability Report to embark on an equitable and sustainable future. While it alluded to contemplation to move towards 100% traceability of all newly sourced and individually registered diamonds, the company has taken a giant leap towards gender representation. 

Tiffany states women account for more than 70% workforce and they contribute significantly (more than 60%) in manager and above positions. Moreover, women represent around 49% of Vice President and above roles. Furthermore, in 2021, the company rolled out the “About Love Scholarship Program” and pledged USD 2 million in scholarship funding for arts and creative fields students at five Historically Black Colleges and Universities (HBCUs) through 2024. It contemplated launching a social impact platform in 2022 to foster opportunities for underrepresented communities in creative fields and fine jewelry. 

The company has taken a quantum leap to propel diversity, equity and inclusion (DEI) initiatives. It introduced an Interview Brilliance pilot program to foster inclusive hiring practices. In 2022, the high-end luxury jewelry company added Juneteenth and a Culture Day—two floating holidays—to underpin an inclusive workplace culture. It has also introduced foundational tools and messaging on DEI to garner an 85% company-wide inclusion index score. Meanwhile, it is worth noting that Tiffany & Co. is no longer a publicly traded company following its acquisition by LVMH Moët Hennessy Louis Vuitton SE in January 2021. 

Is your business one of participants to the Global Jewelry Industry? Contact us for focused consultation around ESG Investing, and help you build sustainable business practices.

Leading Players Navigate Opportunities in Governance

Governance has gradually gained ground as a primary driver for long-term value creation and safeguarding corporate interests in line with environmental and social issues faced in the business. Sound governance offers transparency and accountability in decision-making to reinforce sustainability strategies. Signet has taken a giant stride in its governance portfolio with an increased focus on ethnic- and gender diversity and inclusion of LGBTQ+. Notably, women chair around 80% of Standing Board Committees. Meanwhile, its governance and technology committee nominates Directors and provides inputs on implementing corporate governance guidelines, board composition, data privacy risks and protocols and cybersecurity. 

Incumbent players have also emphasized the significance of independent directors to propel corporate compliance and shared values. According to LVMH’s 2021 Social and Environmental Responsibility Report, around 57% of its BOD members are independent directors, while the attendance rate stacks at 98.4%. Furthermore, auditing has also been an invaluable proposition to propel the governance profile. According to Pandora’s Sustainability Report 2021, the consolidated Scope 1, 2 and 3 emissions and recycled gold and silver total were included in the Sustainability Report. Besides, in 2022, the company established a Responsible Marketing Committee and formed an Inclusion and Diversity Committee to oversee the implementation of new plans and policies. 

The competitive landscape is such that industry participants could boost their position in identifying sustainability risks, opportunities and challenges. ESG pillars could also act as a viable and strong marketing tool to enhance sustainability initiatives. Sustainable production and a transparent supply chain have become indispensable to tapping into the global landscape. An increased focus on 100% traceability, environmental synergy, social responsibility and sound governance could be the way forward. For instance, in March 2022, Brilliant Earth Group revealed its first Sustainability Report emphasizing the commitment to Transparency, Sustainability, Compassion and Inclusivity principles. Notably, it reportedly provides blockchain-powered diamonds, leveraging customers to track the diamond from its origin. 

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Astra offers comprehensive ESG thematic assessment & scores across diverse impact & socially responsible investment topics, including both public and private companies along with intuitive dashboards. Our ESG solutions are powered by robust fundamental & alternative information. Astra specializes in consulting services that equip corporates and the investment community with the in-depth ESG research and actionable insight they need to support their bottom lines and their values. We have supported our clients across diverse ESG consulting projects & advisory services, including climate strategies & assessment, ESG benchmarking, stakeholder engagement programs, active ownership, developing ESG investment strategies, ESG data services, build corporate sustainability reports. Astra team includes a pool of industry experts and ESG enthusiasts who possess extensive end-end ESG research and consulting experience at a global level.

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Gold Rush (optional bias)

A/N: I honestly don’t know a lot about the middle ages, so if anyone is a history genius, pls bare with me if I write something that doesn’t make sense asfghjk PS: feedback is greatly appreciated!!

genre: optional bias (male), thief!au, strangers to enemies to lovers, medieval!au, suggestive content, reader is always ready to fight lmao, a tiny bit of angst

summary: As thieves, you both try to steal from the same royal carriage. Only it doesn’t go as planned for either of you. Will you get away before the king sentences you both to death?

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You had been tailing the royal carriages for an entire day now. You were sure your horse was getting exhausted, but the sun was setting and you knew what that meant. Soon, the transport would come to a halt. They would find a clearing somewhere, with trees as shelter from all sides. Then, they would set up their camp for the night, only to pack up everything in the morning and travel another two or three days, until they reached their destination: the castle. Only instead of delivering the full carriages, with gold, silver, pearls and gems, a few handfuls would be missing. It would be almost nothing to them, you suspected. They might not even notice it disappeared.

To you, however, it meant existing. You had to admit, being a thief hadn’t been your first choice when it came to choosing an occupation for the rest of your life. You had tried to integrate into different businesses. You were going to learn to be a baker, a glover and even tried to keep a job helping out on a farm. But none of these professions were for you. You were tired of being commanded around by men who tried to make you their little maid or worse – ask you for your hand in marriage. The judgement was tedious. “Aren’t you too old to be unwed?” “Where is your husband?” “How many children do you have?”

You wished you could talk back. “No, I’m just fine, he doesn’t exist and none – is it any of your business, by the way?” But you had learned that arguing with elders would only get you in trouble, and perhaps your decision to refrain from living the typical life was exactly what made it impossible for you to keep a job. That was, until you discovered your talent – a sleight of hand that was invincible. Some would call it avaricious; you would prefer to describe it as a passion. It wasn’t evil, just a thrill you enjoyed chasing. The beginnings had been humble. A few coins out of someone’s pocket here and there, some food from an unsuspecting marketer; you had to keep yourself afloat somehow, right?

But the seasons went by, and you became more audacious and greedier for your beloved adrenaline. Plus, you realized that stealing from the rich had something weirdly rewarding. Maybe it was the anger you felt at the king for hoarding the wealth of the land whilst letting his people starve in the streets. Either way, stealing from those who had power made you feel a sense of benevolence. You gave away some of your stolen goods to those who actually needed them, instead of letting all the money and jewelry rot away in someone’s bag and around someone’s neck. Sometimes you hid in the shadows after your theft had been settled, only to see the reactions of your victims. It might have sounded obsessive, but it gave you assurance, when they moved on after only minutes of complaint, because you knew those few coins were miniscule to all of them.

And currently, you were on to one of your most reckless thefts. You were well aware this could get you killed. Yet you couldn’t help it, the glimmer of the jewels and the gold was hypnotizing. Finally, the carriages had come to a halt. From a safe distance, you observed how they unloaded their tents and checked especially carefully where they kept the most desired goods. The wares would stay in the carriages, probably guarded all night long. You would need to wait for the right moment.

“Good job today, my dearest Dorato,” you whispered to your horse as you tied the reins to a tree. Gently, you pat his nose. He pushed his head closer to you, demanding more affection, but your eyes were already on your objective. For at least an hour you stood, hidden in the thicket, waiting for the sun to set completely and some of the men to lay to sleep. With a hawk’s gaze you counted the men and made sure you knew each of their whereabouts. One of the wagons stood with its back opening facing you – which was perfect. It was like they were presenting the goods to you on a silver plate. To the left of the wagon, some of the men had lit a bonfire and were seated around it. Judging by their laughter and lively conversations, you doubted they would go to sleep soon. One of them was sitting on the edge of the carriage, meant to guard the inside. He, who should have been paying the most attention, however, was fast asleep. And that was your chance.

“Wish me luck, Dorato,” you whispered to your horse, running your hand over his warm neck. Then, you slowly moved towards the carriage. Outside the shielding cover of the trees, you felt you needed to act quickly. The gales of laughter were helping against your vulnerability in reminding you that the men around the fire were trusting their sleeping guard to have everything under his control. Sly as a fox, you kept your distance and approached the opening of the wagon only when the bonfire was out of sight. You pulled the fabric to the side and with a swift jump, you landed on the edge of the carriage right next to the dozed off man. It only took one maneuver and you had opened the wooden chest nearest to you.

You grinned in triumph at the jackpot in front of you. With eyes sparkling just as much as the diamonds and gems, you grabbed handfuls and transported them into your bag.

“Henry, change of shift!” someone suddenly shouted. Their voice sounded scarily close to you, and then you heard footsteps approaching. Even though you had wanted to be greedier and steal some more, this was definitely your cue to get out of there. If they saw you inside the wagon, you’d be done for. So, without second thought, you yanked the cover away and leaped off the edge.

“Thief!” the surprised man howled as you passed him. Luckily, this wasn’t the first quick escape you had ever had to make. Your feet carried you rapidly, over the grass and into the trees where your horse stood. One quick pull and the reins had come off the tree trunk.

“Over there!” a hoarse man growled. Now more voices were heard, curses and angry shouts directed your way.

“Let’s go, boy,” you said and hauled yourself into the saddle. You pushed your legs against his belly, quickly signaled your horse the way and he knew the drill already. He took off sprinting, out of the forest cover. The wind in your face momentarily forced your eyes to tear up a little and you squinted against the cool night air. But just as you thought you were getting onto the gravel road, one of the guards jumped out in front of you. The fire from the torch he was holding danced aggressively in the wind. As he pointed it high, it was a blaze against the darkness of the night sky, and Dorato whinnied in terror. He jumped and reared up, and you lost balance.

“Seize her!” a man shouted at your disoriented figure on the ground. You wanted nothing more than to get back on your feet and flee. But it was no use. You were surrounded by a number of gravely livid men, and should you try anything stupid now, it would cost you your life, probably. Somebody grabbed your shoulders and pulled you up.

“Take the horse,” one of them ordered and your eyes widened. If they hurt your best friend it was the last thing they would do, you swore in silence. But to your dismay, as the men dragged you over to the wagon, they ripped your quiver and your bow from your back. You sat still as they tied your hands and feet and hurled you into the very wagon you had just stolen from.

“There you have your gemstones,” a guard spoke. “Look at them as much as you want, because soon you won’t be looking at anything anymore.”

Giving him a gaze so spiteful it should have hurt him physically, you spit right into his face. Lucky for you, he wasn’t up for a fight. It wasn’t on him to convict you for anything just yet. A complacent smile spread on your face as he walked away, wiping your saliva out of his eyes. At least now you had a guaranteed roof over your head for the night.

You were in slight trouble, you had to admit that. In two days, you would arrive at the castle. Depending on what the king decided, your punishment could be as severe as death. But until then, it would be a while. There was still plenty of time to escape, you assured yourself.

All night long, no matter how much you forced your eyes shut, you didn’t catch a minute of sleep. The men’s chatter was simply too loud and maybe you were concerned for your safety, after all – even if you would have never confessed it to someone other than yourself. The heavy chests of luxurious items sat across and next to you, as if they were mocking you for your foolish actions. For hours you sat staring at them, cursing your greed. Only in the morning, when the carriages continued their journey, the rocking of the wagon lulled you into a slumber.

~

You awoke later that day. Judging by the dim light falling into the carriage, it must have been the early evening. Curious, you scooted to the edge, lifted the fabric that was covering your sight and checked. Your assumptions had been right. The golden sunlight of the last hour of daytime shone into your face. The wagon you were in was the last of them, behind you only the bright gravel and trees left and right. For a while you daydreamed the boredom away. You went into another world, in which you didn’t have to steal to survive. In your real life, you were either born into luxury or you had to toil each day for the rest of your existence. There was no hard work that could have transported you out of your peasant-state and into something more carefree.

Suddenly, shouts ripped you right out of your dreamworld. The wagon had halted, but when you looked out the back, nothing was there. Trying to learn what the commotion was all about, you concentrated on the chaos of voices. Had they all gotten into an argument? The men were all talking at the same time, so there was really no use but to wait and see.

“You will be delighted to have some company until you receive your sentence from the king,” a man said. Footsteps drew nearer. Someone pulled away the fabric at the end of the wagon. Before you knew it, a figure was pushed inside. It was a young man but clearly not one of the guards, as he was dressed like a peasant. With a groan, he was bracing himself up across from you.

“Enjoying the ride?” the guard outside the wagon taunted you with a sneering grin. You spat in his face. Again.

“You little-“ he snarled.

“Let’s go! We can’t lose any more time!” someone yelled and unknowingly saved you from more trouble. The man disappeared and the carriages began to move again.

You welcomed the newest addition to your wagon by staring him down like he was about to take all the gold and diamonds clearly reserved for you. When he had sat up and checked his surroundings, he noticed your look.

“Is there a problem or something on my face?” he asked.

“Were you trying to steal from them?” you asked back. “Didn’t go as planned, did it?”

“Were you not?” he replied. “My highness, we’re in the same situation, so don’t you try to aggravate me out of tediousness.”

“Don’t you mock me, or you’ll receive the same response as the guard did,” you threatened. “And you are very wrong. You are going to be brought to the castle and thrown into a prison. I will escape.”

“Is that so?” he asked. “I see you’re making great progress with getting out of these ropes. You better hurry, or I’ll get away before you do. I can carry a lot in my pockets.”

You huffed.

“The diamonds are mine,” you stated, matter-of-fact.

“Whoever gets out first will have them,” he replied. “I’m betting on myself.”

“God…could you not have chosen a different day to steal from the royals?” you asked, making it sound more like a statement than a question.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize it was your highness’ turn today,” he said, and his smile was taunting and cocky at the same time.

“I told you to stop calling me that!” you hissed, one second from collecting your saliva in your mouth.

“What do you prefer then?” he asked. His smirk made you wonder whether he was contemplating to suggest some more stupid pet names for you. He better not, you thought.

“I don’t know…what about my name?” you said. “It’s Y/N.”

“All right, Y/N,” he said. “And would you consider sitting on death row one of the more entertaining parts of your job? Are you used to it?”

If only looks could kill, he’d be torn to shreds.

“This is the first time I’ve ever been caught,” you said. “But judging by how lightly you’re taking this, you must spend more time in jail than outside of it.”

“What can I say? The guards love me,” he said. “But didn’t they teach you to be honest? I don’t believe you. Or maybe you were a coward for so long and this is your first time actually trying to steal. What’s the truth, sweetheart?”

There was nothing you despised like people who underestimated you. And with that, you spat in his face and turned away from him. Know-it-alls weren’t going to be granted a second of your attention.

“Hey, talk to me,” he said. “We’ll be here for another while, so we might as well become friends.”

“Missed your chance,” you said. And it was the last thing you said to him for a long time. Even when he tried so hard to lure you back into a conversation. You knew if you gave in, he’d never learn.

“My name is H/N, by the way. Oh, that’s right. You don’t care. I forgot,” he said. And he was right.

~

Having to rot away by yourself in the back of a carriage was already exhilarating enough. But rotting away in the back of a carriage while an irritating young man filled your head with stupid stories you could care less about? It made hell sound inviting. Even when the guards had set up their camp for the night, he occasionally tried to get you back into conversation. Because you had slept throughout the day, you knew you’d be awake until the early morning hours, a fact that only made your situation more unbearable.

Your ears picked up the crackling of the wood as the bonfire fed on it next to the wagon. Suddenly, a guard pulled aside the curtain. Without a word, he slid a plate with a piece of bread and a bowl with some water inside and left.

“This is going to be hard to eat with my hands on my back!” the young thief in front of you shouted, but the guard only laughed.

“Nice try,” you said, eyeing the food.

“Oh, she speaks after all,” he said. “And at least one of us is trying.”

“If I had one coin for every time you’ve provoked me since we met, I could buy my freedom,” you said. And again, he was in the wrong. Obviously, you had tried hard to figure out a way to get out of the restraints digging into your skin. If only you had a sharp object or –

“Are you gonna eat that?” he asked, pointing his head at the bread. He was willing to share, at least.

“I’ll bite off half and you get the other side,” you announced and bent your head down to the plate.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, shoving you out of the way so you tumbled onto your side with a huff of surprise.

“What the fuck is your issue?” you asked, regaining you posture.

“I’m taking the first bite,” he said. “I don’t know where your mouth has been.”

“I’ll show you where my mouth is,” you snapped. The next moment you tackled him, teeth digging into his shoulder. He groaned in pain, ferociously pushing you off him. His foot hit your thigh and you realized if you had any chance of getting away, an injured leg wouldn’t make it easier. So, you trudged away slightly.

“Are you out of your mind? Did you just really fucking bite me?” he growled.

“Go ahead, eat your damned bread,” you snarled. With a sulky sigh, you leaned back against the chest behind you, shut your eyes and tried to keep your fury in check.

You sat that way for an hour, maybe a few. With time, the roaring laughter from outside had died down. It must have been the middle of the night when you opened your eyes again. The silence let you conclude that your fellow captive had fallen asleep. Finally, you bent down to where you suspected the water bowl to be and took a few gulps. Only now you realized just how empty your stomach was. But your nose picked up something. Bread. In the darkness, you could hardly make out the half of the piece he had left for you. His humble act redacted your opinion of him from 100 to 98% dickhead. Like a starved animal, you gobbled the food. When you took your place against the chest once more, even you managed to snooze off into a much needed rest.

~

When the carriage steered through a pothole it shook you out of your slumber. Surprisingly, it was completely bright outside.

“You’re just on time,” the young thief across from you announced. “We’re about to arrive at the castle.”

He hadn’t woken you up. Maybe he had earned a few more sympathy points – with emphasis on a few. Only twenty minutes later, you were lead trough the cold halls of some dark part of the castle, down into the dungeon. While the guards dragged you around, even your loudmouth shut. This was new territory and made you slightly nervous. Were you going to make it out of here? So far, nothing was decided. You dearly prayed the king would be in a fantastic mood when he convicted you.

Your whole body was sore from the hours of sitting in the same position on the hard wood of the wagon, so you almost welcomed being shoved through the uninviting halls. One of the guards cut the remaining ropes from your hands, before pushing you into a cell. Much to your dismay, your fellow wagon inmate would also join you in this prison.

“The king will tend to you lowlives when he has time,” the guard said. The loud metallic clash of the prison bars closing and the lock sliding in place sounded like your demise. Your eyes followed the guard’s figure helplessly, until he had disappeared down the dark hallway. A slam of a door indicated that he was gone. Like a nervous animal, you paced from one wall to the other over and over. Your arms were crossed in front of your body and you were trying hard not to have a nervous breakdown. You needed your brain for more vital things right now – like contriving a plan to escape this hellhole before you could be sentenced to death.

“Would you sit down, goddammit!” the young man remarked. He was leaning against the back wall of the cell, eyeing you closely. “I need to think!”

“Do you think I don’t?” you replied. The moment of panic in your voice was short-lived, but he probably noticed it either way.

“I can’t focus if you’re losing it in front of me,” he said. “If you’re already processing your inevitable death, that’s cool with me. But I’m still planning on getting out of here, so please try to process in silence.”

Your nostrils flared in anger and you clenched your hands to fists by your sides.

“You idiot!” you said. “If you hadn’t done everything in your power to make me despise you right when we met, we could have tried to flee together.”

“Last time I checked, you were the one biting me for having a sense of personal hygiene,” he fired back. “We’re stuck in here. But get it together, we’re not on death row yet.”

In disbelief you stared at him, your irritation almost drowning out the restless pounding inside your head. He held his chin high as if to challenge you. And you could have gone for it. Down here in this cold, forlorn dungeon no one would hinder you from fighting each other. No, you knew for a fact that not a single soul in this castle gave one last damn about whether you lived or died. But you were completely drained. After all the sleep you had gotten, you should have been wide awake, and maybe your body was – but your mind was in the middle of shutting down. So, even though it hurt your pride, you stopped your uneasy walking and mirrored his behavior on another wall. Arms crossed and eyebrows furrowing, you kept your eyes on the ground. Maybe he was right. Giving up wasn’t characteristic for you, so why was your head spinning from dread?

In desperate search of some sort of hope, you caught glimpse of his rather relaxed stance. If he could keep up a calm front, maybe you could too. Luckily, he wasn’t looking at you, and not noticing how you drew strength from his so simple but enheartening behavior.

~

Three days into your stay in the dungeon, you had found a daily rhythm. Your mornings consisted of pretending to be asleep for as long as you possibly could, then holding yourself back from attacking your beloved cellmate because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut for more than five minutes. By midday your arguments had usually turned into playful bickering, because you couldn’t cope with being angry all the time. And frankly, you were bored. Even though standing his endless interrogations about your life was exhilarating, it was still better than losing sense of time and in the process also losing your sanity. Late, when darkness had fallen upon the land, a guard delivered a small ration of food for both of you. This was the part where your bickering morphed back into serious conflicts. If you were going to live on tiny amounts of food, you wouldn’t settle for the smaller ration of the two.

The fourth day was different. When you first reached consciousness, you heard nothing. Usually, he was already awake, noticing like a stalker when you awoke, only to tease you from the moment you woke up. But that day, you opened your eyes to a seemingly empty cell. Until you spotted him in the corner. His body was shaking, and his tiny, husky cough concerned you further.

“H/N?” you asked quietly. Considering the amount of loathing you’d thought you held for him, you sure worried an unnormal amount. But it wasn’t the mere thought of him being ill that concerned you most. It was the idea of having to suffer in the dark, murky dungeon all alone, day to day, until you’d have to face the king, who likely wanted you dead for your crimes. An ice-cold fear crept over you. You didn’t want to – no, you couldn’t – die lonely. Even if he was the last person you could have wished to be thrown into prison with, he was still company. This loathsome cell, the horrors of the near future, the neverending progression of time and the uncertainty that came with it – it all terrified you to the bone. Only now you realized just how much comfort he gave you, all by existing in the same space as you.

Carefully, you approached him. He wasn’t answering you, and he never not answered you. It was a heartbreaking sight. He was curled up in a fetal position, hands clenched to fists on his chest. A thin layer of sweat glistened on his forehead. Whether he liked it or not, you sat down with him. Gently, you reached for his forehead. A second was enough to determine he was burning up.

“Get off me,” he said, slapping your hand away. His voice was so frail.

“Hush. Let me help you,” you insisted. He huffed in annoyance.

“Are you a doctor when you’re not a thief?” he asked.

“No. But improving your mentality will help your body recover faster,” you said. “And you seem to be in a very negative headspace right now.”

His mouth opened to speak, but then a shiver rippled through his body and he wrapped his arms around his knees tightly. All this time, he hadn’t even opened his eyes.

“We need to keep you cool,” you said. “Take off your jacket.”

“This isn’t the time to ask me to take off my clothes,” he said, almost whispered.

“Will you just do as I say so you can get better? Do you want to die in here?” you said, brushing off his words. Something flashed across his face. Fear? Disappointment? Aware that it could invade his comfort zone, you very carefully took his hands. Lucky for you, he let you. When his jacket came off, you noticed the sweat stains that had formed on his thin shirt.

“You can lie down on this, it’ll be more comfortable,” you advised. Without arguing, he followed your instructions and allowed you to spread out the jacket underneath him. This behavior was new, you thought. But you could surely get used it. You knew it must have been serious, if he didn’t give you a silly remark for everything you said.

“I’ll get you more water,” you said, as you retrieved the almost empty water bowl from the center of the stone floor. Set on not spilling a drop, you lifted it to his lips and watched as he swallowed the last few sips. You used the sleeve of your shirt to wipe his wet hair out of his face, as he sunk back down onto the hard ground.

“Sleep now,” you said. You didn’t need to tell him twice. He had been almost unable to keep his eyelids open, so without hesitation, he drifted off into dreamland. For hours, you sat, hugging your knees to your chest, eyes on his anguished figure. Just as you had thought you could deal with the scary ordeal of being held captive in a castle dungeon, this had to happen. Stricken with sorrow, you waited for time to pass. If only you could have slept too, it would have made all the anxious thoughts go away. But someone had to look after him, and you weren’t tired.

His slumber must had been a hag-ridden one. Sometimes, he made small sounds, like whimpers, other times his brows furrowed, and his muscles flexed from whichever terror it was that haunted him in his head.

“Shh, you’re going to be okay,” you assured him, and maybe also yourself. But his tireless stirring only became worse, his body twisting and turning on the uneven ground. He groaned in agony, and your heart clenched like a million little daggers had slashed it.

“I’m here to keep you safe,” you whispered, bending down to his level. With utmost care, you lifted his head and let him rest in your lap. You weren’t really planning what was happening, but your hands found his hands. Softly, you stroked them, waiting for him to calm down and relax his tight fists. His mumbles and quiet moans of distress continued, until you realized. He was trying to tell you something.

“I can’t go like this,” he said.

“You’re not go-“ you started.

“No! My- parents need- me,” he stuttered. By now he was grasping your hands desperately. You sighed and his eyes opened ever so slightly. The anger he had held for you was vanished. You almost teared up at the delicateness of his gaze.

“I need to help them... they’re old and sick and can’t be alone,” he added in a small voice.

“We will get out of here,” you said. You had no idea when there had first been a ‘we’, but now there apparently was. “You have to be strong now, do you hear? Then you can meet your parents again.”

He was looking almost through you. His eyes were so dark, it was like staring right into the deepest part of the ocean. You stroked the back of his hand with your thumb, whilst trying hard to keep a hopeful gaze. For him, you had to appear strong. Or else, how else was he supposed to be?

“I’m sorry- I was such an asshole to you,” he suddenly confessed. “I thought you would steal away the gold before I could. And now look where that brought us.”

“This isn’t your fault. We were both being reckless,” you said. “I’m sorry I bit you. And threatened to spit on your face. And then spat on your face.”

The tiniest smile spread on his face. Success. Any sort of positive emotion could help him now.

“That wasn’t very nice,” he whispered. “I’ll think about whether I can forgive you. You must know, I’m very vindictive.”

His grin was playful, and his eyes were closed, as if he was on the brink of falling back to sleep.

“Forgiveness hurts less than holding a grudge for the rest of your life,” you said. Who knew? Maybe even the king could show remission. All you knew was that you would crumble, would you have to encounter the king alone. Your brain had set on the need for H/N. For years, you hadn’t formed any meaningful relationships – not counting your bond with your ardently loved horse. Now, with his head on your lap and your fingers intertwined with his, you ached for more. Was it really him you wanted? Or had you denied yourself of any affection for such a long time, the smallest contact with anyone appeased your yearning? Would you have felt the same, if it had been somebody else in his place?

~

At night, the metal noise of the door at the far end of the hallway outside your cell made you lift your head. Gently, so that H/N wouldn’t be awoken, you lifted his head to lay on the jacket instead of your thigh. In impatience, your foot tapped on the ground while you stood in the middle of the cell.

“Sir,” you called the guard with a fake-soft voice. “Will it be possible to receive another cup with water? My fellow inmate has fallen sick.”

The grumpy guard unlocked the metal bars, entering with the usual small ration of food and drink.

“What does it matter if he dies now or by command of the king? Do you think I care?” he growled, not sparing you a glance. You had been almost convinced this would have happened. So, you’d have to resort to different measures.

“Please-“ you begged, suddenly stepping towards the guard, who was on his way out of the cell. Without second thought, you threw yourself onto him, making sure to look extra-devastated and helpless. What could a weak, little young woman do to a guard, other than fall on her knees, right?

“Touch me once more and you’re dead, too, bitch!” he barked. One quick move of your skilled fingers and you eagerly backed off, hands hiding behind your back.

“Sorry, sir!” you said, lowering your head in false shame and guilt. “Please consider my request.”

All he gave you was a grunt of disapproval and he stomped out of the cell, the lock falling into place in a loud crash. Feigning inferiority and intimidation, you didn’t dare move until he was out of the dungeon. Then, you spun to the young man behind you on the ground.

“Open up,” you commanded, suspecting the shouting could not have kept him asleep. Finally, you could pull the flask you had stolen from the guard from behind your back. It seemed to be almost filled to the brim, too. Perfect. He did as he was told, and you let some of the water spill into his mouth.

“I take back what I said in the carriage,” he confessed. “Only full-time thieves have a sleight of hand like yours.”

“It was my pleasure proving you wrong,” you said. “Now, drink up.”

That night, you let him have the full ration of food. For at least ten minutes, he refused to have all of it. But you were stubborn and even though he hadn’t known you for long, he knew that much about you. If you wanted to escape with him, he would need to be fit to run. You had deemed your chances small to begin with, but in his state, you estimated them close to zero. After you had emptied the guard’s flask, you reached through the prison bars and tossed the item as far away from the cell as you could. He should never assume you’d had anything to do with its disappearance. The next day, a different guard would find it there, and bring it back to him under the assumption that he had carelessly dropped it.

~

Two days passed by. In the first night of the two, you had to comfort him through another few nightmares. During the day, he was sleepy, but had enough energy to have a little conversation with you now and then – something you read as a good sign. The second night, you were able to sleep all the way through, and when you checked his forehead in the morning, it had cooled down a little. On the second day, he had regained his strength enough to be able to sit, leaning against your shoulder.

“Will you stop moving? My head’s pounding,” he said.

“Your complaints make me wonder if you’re doing well now,” you asked, smirking.

“Like I said…my head’s killing me,” he repeated.

“Drink the rest of the water,” you suggested. “I think it’s almost evening. The guard will bring a new bowl soon.”

“It’s your turn to eat tonight,” he stated.

“We’re sharing,” you said. Lucky for him, he didn’t fight back. You wouldn’t have cooperated, either way.

“It’s time to make a plan now, if we want to get out of here. What do you say?” you asked. When he lifted his head, you looked over at him. The color was back in his face, the beads of sweat nonexistent and his cheeky smile bright as ever.

“I wonder…about what your little magic hands did to that guard’s flask…could they do the same with his keys?” he suggested. The way you mirrored his mischievous grin, he knew you agreed. But it would be trickier, this time. From days worth of observation, you had learned that the guards behaved differently. Some adamantly made sure the keys remained in their clenched fists – an instance you couldn’t work with at all – while others preferred to leave them in the lock by the door. You knew you’d never get close enough to even attempt to steal them from there. What you needed was the careless type of guard. The one who snuck the keys into their pockets or left them hanging on their clothes by the keyring. All it took now was to wait and hope the king would keep you locked away for long enough to give you a chance to flee.

That night, luck wasn’t on your side. The guard kept his hands on his keys as if they were his most precious possession.

~

“Do we really have to go over this again? I told you your pacing is driving me insane,” he said. It was midday of the following day, and you were deep in thought – or you had been – until he had to interrupt you.

“What do you expect me to do? We’re jailed like animals,” you countered. “I can’t stand around like you all day.”

When you saw him open his mouth, you read in his expression what he was about to do. It was his bickering face.

“If there’s one thing I’m not in the mood for currently, it’s getting lectured by you over nothing. Come up with a topic of conversation, please,” you said before he could speak. His smirk concerned you.

“What are you in the mood for, then?” he asked with raised eyebrows. Your death glare said more than a thousand words. “Fine, here’s a conversation topic…let me think…why are you not married?”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you said in the most impassive tone you could muster.

“Oh, alright, if that’s not good enough, I’ll go back to flirting,” he said. The steps he was taking towards you made your brain activate fight mode.

“I’ve never met a man good enough for marriage,” you said.

“And what qualifies a man to be good enough for you?”

“Hm…where do I begin? I’m not a good cook, nor do I enjoy being a maid, nor do I know how to take care of children. Most men want those things in a woman.”

“You took pretty good care of me, didn’t you? But why waste your thieving talent on running a household?” he said.

“That’s where the issue lays. Men don’t favor women who sneak around the village at night and make their own money from being a criminal.”

“Nothing wrong with being a criminal,” he went on.

You laughed out loud.

“You know what? I like it this way. Why settle for staying with one man who might turn out to be a monster, when I can have them all for a night?” you said.

“Well, right now you’re not having anyone.”

“Seems like that’s bothering you more than it bothers me,” you replied in a feisty tone. If you didn’t call him out for the flirting, who would? Although you had to admit, you greatly preferred being courted to his unnerving teasing.

“Why would that bother me?” he asked. “You hate me, don’t you?”

He was right in front of you now, tilting his head and giving you a smirk that made you consider biting him again. And at the same time, something in your body – not your head – wanted to close the small distance between you two.  

“If I hated you, I would have let you die,” you said.

“I assumed you kept me alive because you need me to get out of here.”

Now you had another reason to get up in his face. You gripped him by the collar, looking into his eyes.

“Excuse me? You think I wouldn’t be able to escape by myself? If you’re only trying to rile me up, you better let me know, because I already told you I can’t stand to be underestimated,” you said.

“Alright,” he rose his arms in defeat. “After your little stunt with the guard I’m actually pretty glad I have you in here with me. Honestly, I don’t think I’d get out without you.”

“Was that so hard to spit out?” you said, self-accomplished.

“No. But you only come close to me when you’re mad or worried,” he said. By now, his eye contact was captivating in the most confusing way possible. His eyes occasionally skipped to your lips. “And since I’m not sick anymore, I had to opt for the former.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you said. Unbelievably handsome, your brain added. And yes, maybe he was. Perhaps it wasn’t so much his beautiful face, but the way he spoke, understanding, even encouraging your lifestyle. You had just forced him to be honest with you. So, maybe it was time to stop holding back the truth from yourself, too.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked. It’s time to give in, you told yourself. Therefore, rather than telling him, you showed him. With a sudden rush of hunger, your lips crashed against his. Momentarily, he seemed taken aback and let out a surprised groan. But within seconds he caught himself, hands grabbing your sides desperately. You thought addictions needed more time to develop, but the feeling of his mellow lips on yours already seemed like one to you.

You had never kissed anyone who had truly made you feel things. Now, your knees were weak in an instant when his tongue grazed yours only for a moment. After so much arguing, it was hard to believe your hands clasping the fabric of his shirt couldn’t be a product of you cursing him but derived from mere want. The way he claimed your mouth silenced even your most invasive thoughts. It was a serenity you had wished for ever since you had gotten caught a few days ago. A moment to breathe freely, make whichever noises you desired and be as close to him as you could.

You pulled him along, stumbling backwards until you hit the cold stone behind you. Being trapped in a dungeon was horrific – but being trapped between his body and the wall left you feeling safer than you had felt in a long, long time.

But the peace didn’t last long. You suddenly heard the all too familiar metal noise from the distance. Alarmed, you sprung apart. As the unexpecting guard walked down the dark hallway, you smoothed out your clothing hastily.

“Congratulations! Your time in here will be over. Tomorrow the king will see you,” the guard announced. You shot your fellow inmate an alerted gaze, which he returned. Silently, he nodded at you. It was time to do something. The guard was now opening the door, bringing inside your food. His key was in his hands – this was going to be an issue. He set the plate down in the front of the room, and was in the process of spinning around, when H/N spoke.

“Sir, may I attract you to a magic trick?” he asked the guard. “I have been practicing it for so long, and it would be a shame if I had to die before I could ever present it.”

“Go to hell,” the guard said.

“I have a coin here,” H/N added. The guard raised his head. “If you win, you get to keep it.”

“Give it to me,” the annoyed man said.

“That’s not how it works. First, I will need both of your hands,” H/N explained. You smiled slightly when the guard sighed. He complied, letting his keys disappear into his oversized pocket. Retrieving them would be child’s play for you.

“Stick up your hands ahead of you. And keep your eyes locked on the coin. Be quick, or you’ll lose it,” H/N said in his dramatic voice. As he lifted his own hand with the coin in it, the guard followed and looked upwards. This was your time. Like a cat, you tip-toed around the guard’s back, not even paying attention to what H/N was doing anymore. Ever so swiftly, your hand slid into his pocket, fingers closing around the chill metal. As quickly as you had approached him, you stepped away, the key sliding into your sleeve and out of sight.

“Incorrect!” H/N called. “But you know what? I will grant you the coin either way. By tomorrow, I might not need it any longer.”

The guard even went so far as to laugh – even if it was a gloating sort of laughter. The only thing left to do now was hope he wouldn’t discover his missing key. But luck was on your side. Without another word, the man stepped out of the cell, shut the door, and walked off. The tune he whistled became smaller and smaller, until it faded out completely.

“Guess who’s getting out of here?” you asked, triumphantly revealing the key.

“You did it!” he exclaimed. You weren’t sure whether it was a spur of the moment decision, or maybe he was just too ecstatic to stop himself, but he flung his arms around your frame and squeezed you tightly.

“Hey, hey, you can’t crush me so close to my escape,” you laughed.

“Our escape,” he smiled. “We need to act fast. He could notice the missing key any second.”

Nodding eagerly, you grabbed half of the bread and downed half of the water bowl. You weren’t going to leave that behind. After all, you never knew when your next meal would be.

“If we make it to the stables, we can get a horse,” he announced. “I saw them on our way here. They’re to the west. The sun should be setting now, if my sense of time is still correct. Let’s hurry, or else we’ll be out of directions.”

“Dorato!” you exclaimed. “They took my horse!”

“The black horse that was tied to the carriage when we came here? I saw him,” he noted. You nodded, swearing you would leave here without Dorato only over your dead body.

~

Ten minutes later you had successfully exited the cell and approached the door at the end of the hallway.

“Out there it’s on both of us to keep running, okay?” you whispered.

He only nodded. “Towards the setting sun.”

The second you had slipped past the door you were spotted by a maid.

“Prisoners!” she yelled. Your plan to slip away unnoticed had gone down the drain quickly. With one last glance at the young man next to you, you both took off. The way out of the castle was still burned into your brain from when you had been brought inside. Back then, you had already planned to get out, so you had payed an extra amount of attention. When you reached a turn, you barely had time to think about the right way. By now, two guards were after you and you were forced to trust your intuition. H/N was a little ahead of you. The sudden exercise after being refined to a tiny cell for so long made your chest burn in exhaustion after only such a short while. But the adrenaline drowned it all out easily.

You knew you had to be close to the outside, it was a feeling. But then, all of a sudden, a guard cut off your path in front of you. H/N was racing far ahead, so that he could get away. You, on the other hand, had no time to overthink your actions. Before the guard could catch you, you had ducked under his outstretched arms. Now, sprinting down an unfamiliar corridor over the marble flooring, your sense of direction was gone, but your will to survive vigorous as ever.

For minutes you ran, collecting a horde of guards behind you the longer you kept going. When you turned a corner, you were greeted by another long corridor. Only this time, it was a dead end.  Nevertheless, you kept up the speed. What else could you have done? By now, your calves felt like they were on fire, breath coming in short gasps. You suddenly took notice of the precious paintings and statues that adorned the hallway. Maybe this was the answer.

Without slowing down, you took hold of a stone vase. Just for a moment, you gathered all your might. Then, you dashed it forward, against the window at the very end of the corridor. Your body followed shortly after, but it was enough time for the glass to shatter before you. In a protective manner, you folded your arms over your chest and shut your eyes tightly as your figure flew through the opening.

When you had passed the window, your eyes opened, and you ducked. Soft grass caught your body as you rolled onto the ground. The impact knocked the air out of your lungs momentarily. But within seconds you were back on your feet. Aggressive shouts from behind you only motivated you to keep going. Faster. Just a little longer. Dawn had broken in, but the sky was still a bright blue to your left. That’s where you were headed. A market place close by acted as the perfect cover for a while. You barely had time to watch out, crashing into people’s shoulders and knocking over bowls and baskets. An enraged shout followed you, but you were already far gone.

And he had been right. Your nose picked up the scent of hay and animals. You had to be close. What if he wasn’t there? What if they caught you again? A short panic bubbled up inside of you. Stealing might could have been forgiven, but for your current deeds no king would let you live. The wooden stables were in sight by now.

You could barely breathe anymore, but something inside of you kept you up and going nonetheless. Every breath burned as you entered, stalls of horses and other animals to your left and right. But no sight of H/N. Nor of your horse. Did he leave without you? Had he assumed you had been caught and tried to save his own life, at least? Your head spun as you scanned the animals one last time. Then, the men’s deep shouts caught up with you. You needed to get out, or else this stable would turn into a trap.

When your feet hit the cobblestone outside, you spotted the mob of angered men and women coming at you. They were holding spears, torches and pitchforks and were livid.

“Y/N!” someone suddenly yelled from your right. The sound of his voice had never sounded better to you. He was on your horse, careering towards you. One last look at the furious crowd of peasants and guards, and then you only focused on him. Only a little more strength, and you could get out of here.

The second he was close enough to you, you started running again. Like you had done so many times, you hauled yourself onto Dorato behind him. Your hands caught his shirt and you pulled your body flush against him. You needed no words. Now, you only needed to trust your horse to get you out of here. Just for a moment, you closed your eyes in exhaustion and took a few, consciously deep breaths. In lightning speed, you raced across the grass and towards the archway out of the courtyard.

And you made it. He shouted in a boisterous tone, and while at first you laughed, you couldn’t help but join his happiness loudly.

 ~2 months later~

 The rough bark of the tree was digging into your back, but you couldn’t have cared less. Not when he was all over you. Not when his scent was so intoxicating, and his busy hands made you forget about any other sensation on your skin. It took no time. You had escaped together, thinking it was your time to part ways after what you had gone through with him. Now, each day you hung on his every word and couldn’t even bear to be away from him for minutes at a time.

Not far from you, your two horses stood, grazing on the grass by their feet. Meanwhile, the two of you, supposed to be on the lookout for your next target, had found another occupation in the cover of the trees. The market close by wasn’t exactly your goal – it was the nobles who would arrive in their carriages like every weekend to spend time by the beautiful lake. While they had their picnics and gossiped about each other, there was enough time for you two check for some gifts to retrieve from their carriages.

You sighed happily as he kissed your neck ever so softly. In him, you hadn’t just found a partner in crime. He was your muse, your comfort and your home. His family was your new family and finally, you had someone to tell all your most unbridles stories and dreams to – someone who could actually reply, with no offense to your horse. Going out stealing was as exciting as hiding between the sheets with him. In such a short time, he had learned to read your face and knew every curve of your body like it was a part of himself, and you had no problem with that.

Suddenly, he pulled away. He looked over your shoulder, gaze changing from tranquil to fierce.

“There they come,” he announced. That moment, you heard the sounds too. Hooves and the crunch of gravel under wheels. Smiling in excitement, you turned to check the situation as well. But you had to be honest, he was much more entertaining to look at. Like in so many cases, you found yourself tied to his gorgeous features and the way his jaw clenched when he was plotting.

“Eyes on the prize, sweetheart,” he said, not peeling his look from the carriages.

“Don’t you know, I’ve already won the best prize there is in the world?” you asked, hearts in your eyes and a cheeky smile on your face.

[hellcnas]

♱ @charlesv​.

The path from Helena’s apartments to the Kremlin’s French quarters proved as lengthy and as sinuous as Odysseus’ journey from Troy to Ithaca.  Stone-walled corridors––trimmed with lancet windows and vibrant stained glass––released into golden-domed atria and vaulted antechambers, endowed with commanding views of the Palace’s courtyards, the swirling steam of the river, the Vasilyeviches’ private gardens and their pactolian chambers, the walls of which were delicately painted as though the room, itself, were a jewelry box: masterly flecks of gold and opal and emerald whirled into the faces of heraldic Saints.  Helena was shepherded through such warrens of majesty by a competent Frenchwoman, presumably induced in the service of the countess––the woman’s humble face a round, indistinct moon, engraved with a dour expression that Helena recognized in the countenances of Charles’ countrymen.

The caprices of Nature had favoured Helena’s jaunt.  Streaks of multicolored light streamed into the corridor––oozing through the mosaics of Theotokos and Christ and Saint Olga––and bathed the thin arches of Helena’s high forehead, the apples her cheeks, in prisms of topaz and andesine.  The clement morning sun; the breeze gently undulating and perfumed with fresh blossoms; the clear skies absent of Moscow’s malicious vagaries, a balmy vignette of the Heavens above.  Fair weather would bode well, in any event, for the purpose of the Princess’ reception.  As she neared the vestibule of the Frankish king’s throne room, Helena’s lady swept to smooth the jacinth-hued silks of her tunic into orderly submission––its brilliant yellow-red thread blazoned against Helena’s rich skin and the gossamer linen of her veil.  Helena commanded the woman to step aside, flickering an unshrinking brow at the eunuch who guarded Charles’ quarters.  Obliged, the eunuch then bludgeoned his staff against the marble floors below and pried open a pair of myrrh doors; granting Helena access into Charles’ lion’s den.

Silence descends upon the assembly of courtiers.  Musicians cease their dreadful percussion and nobles their jovial chatter as the eunuch’s voice reverberates across the hall.

By Grace of God: Helena Palaiologina, Despoina of the Latin Empire.

Helena’s eyes find Charles––mounted on the throne––with ease; her gaze failing to stray as she makes the elaborate procession from the doors to the dais, like Lady Godiva riding through the streets of Coventry, balancing a pert smile upon her lips.  The despoina then drifted into a lowly bow; low enough that the metal rosary pinned to her tunic chimed against the floor, skimming the exquisite Turkish carpets unfurling toward the throne.  “Your Majesty,”  Helena sounded, her wide-eyed leer making an audacious sweep over the King.  From Charles’ throne, power and authority appeared to emanate, curling like white plumes of smoke over the bustling metropolis of Constantinople.  Helena felt a spark of pleasure––of joy––scale the chinks of her spine as his eyes settled heavily upon her, as blue as the feathers of a macaw.  Was this, Helena mused, the man with whom she’d be interred––entombed, a pair of cached bones, in some western Basilica: its doors and its alms flung open to the French people?  She casts her eyes, with feigned timidity, to her hands; admiring the jewels that adorned her lithe digits, her thin wrists.  The touch of his palm was burned there, the brush of his calloused fingers branded into the cream of her flesh.  It was a game, Helena knew: this flutter of her lashes, the twist of her mouth, the coquetry pearled on her tongue, for sobering reality had yet to sink its talons within her.

“I have come bearing gifts––that is, if you’ll spare a moment for a new friend?”

[pcrkiss]

A BRAMBLE ROSE.

name: doris arcine purkiss age: twenty four birthdate:  december 8th. (☼ sagittarius) gender & pronouns: cis-female. she & her. blood type: halfblood house: ravenclaw sided with: neutral occupation. experimental spagyric alchemist

aesthetics — plant mom™, mad scientist but make it hippie, gold jewelry, alchemy periodicals stacked high, color coded notebooks, golden hour, dusky rose palleted macaroons, gel pen hearts drawn around portraits of paracelsus, multipage astrology charts, honey & lemons, standing with heart shaped glasses on infront of a 'no loitering sign', flower fields, shelves full of brightly colored glass bottles, midnight sidestreet kisses, sky writing, ex-boyfriend exit surveys, apology letters for “how i behaved during scrabble”

A SUMMARY.

+ Open Minded. Studious. Imaginative. Reliable. Audacious. - Tactless. Overly Romantic. Bad Judge of Character. Extravagant. Biased. Doris is a force of nature. Not like a hurricane — more like the sun: usually warm and relaxing, but under certain concentrated conditions fires start. Passing glances imprints the perception of a girl gentle, fanciful, easygoing —  sometimes this impression is right on ( Doris is indeed a girl who loves sugar frosting and pink roses, who takes astrology too seriously, who falls in love often and to typically disastrous results). And other times... it's not.

She is the friend you call when you feel like you have been treated unfairly by higher powers ( Doris is notoriously known among her year-mates for the time a lazy investigation of performance altering potions usage got a friend of hers kicked off the Ravenclaw quidditch team and she retaliated by storming into the Headmaster's office armed with League bylaws and writing the Daily Prophet to report the school's negligent handling of a case related to a handicapped muggleborn seeker ). The one you take with you to buy a car because even if she knew nothing about automobiles the night before, come afternoon at the dealership she's a walking issue of Motor Trend magazine and isn't having any of the car dealer's bullshit about considering the Lexus over the Honda because of "what great transmission it has".

She is not the friend you call to help paint your kitchen, because what would begin as a simple change from dark blue walls to robin's egg will turn into a reorganizing of cabinet space, inclusion of an aesthetic gallery wall, and eight hours buying all new storage containers to match the changed color scheme. In short, Doris is intense, she is dedicated, she is idealistic. She is by no means an activist, too laser focused on her own ecosystem to worry about the world at large, but she has very firm ideals about how her world and the worlds of those she loves ought be and is relentless in ensuring that it be so.

A BACKSTORY.

growing up ...

Her father, long-time hence a smoky wisp of wistfulness and a handful of sense-memories to her mother, managed to be a great and long shadow to live in for the entirety of the Purkiss life-span by virtue of possessing magic. Wealthy debutante Rebecca Purkiss did not - muggle born, muggle bred, magic had stole in silver-quick and taken away any possible happiness in normality with a man in possession of extremely long fingers and distant-dark eyes and a tread silent enough for him to slip out of bed and leave in the night without even waking her from sound, sound sleep. He left behind a daughter, Doris, who was thereafter reared on romantic stories about her father, whose disappearance Rebecca attributed to some grand inescapable responsibility that called out from that secret otherworld.

Only the good remained in her idealized retrospection. Memories of walls washed in starlight with just a wand and a word. Of a bird whose plumage was pure flame before it flared and died and returned a chick inside it's mother of pearl cage. Of drinking a tincture that let her wear another woman's face and running through the night in Monte-Carlo right under the noses of her controlling parents. Those unbearably beautiful moments were best friend and dark lover and horrible influence all three: the woman sought out magic with the greedy, needy hunger of the desperate, for the gates of that glimpsed-at world to swing open once again. Magic frittered the money through her fingers; the mundane muggle kind of magic, rather than the real stuff: crystals and palm readers and spirit healers. The clatter-sway of too-heavy gypsy charmed amulets around her neck was the counterbalance to Doris learning to walk and learning to run and learning to believe and imagine and hold tight to beautiful unrealistic things even in the face of opposition. She learned from mother to give her heart away recklessly, to love what she liked and scowl at what she did not, to romanticize mystery.

Later comes a bigger tragedy than father's leaving: illness takes Rebecca when Doris is nine years old. So close, just two years shy of the day mother had always been dreaming of. Doris is placed into the care of her Uncle and Aunt, slotted in amongst their brood of five, displaced and  feeling more like an orbiting satellite than system body to a family that is hers but not really.  ‘Orphan’, her cousins' old money aristocratic playmates called her — although somewhere out there there’s a father, one who didn’t even leave a surname shucked behind him like abandoned snakeskin, only a daughter skidding and drifting in his wake. She is not like her prep school relatives, all champagne charm and pressed proper; too head in the clouds, too enthusiasm inventive, too blunt truth opinionated.

“What are we going to do with that girl?” her Uncle wonders after the third time an instructor sends a letter home from boarding school extolling on her sin of being bright but unrealistic and resistant to correction. Doris was her mother's daughter in the straightness of her spine, how her shoulders were thrown back, her chin raised as if daring anyone to try and tell her "no". Her aunt, at least, is more flexible: “Let her be. The world will have enough to say about who she ought to be without us getting involved.” Uncle and Aunt don't know she is well equipped for the world that finally comes knocking when she's eleven years old. The long awaited birthright folded into a letter with no postage pressed to the corner. It is addressed to Doris Purkiss, witch.

She likes Divination and Magical Theory, chocolate frogs and exploding snap, the taste of pumpkin juice as a young girl and a little later the warm bite of fire whiskey. She falls deeply in love with Alchemy and Herbology and often is found napping near the mandrakes on warm afternoons. Despite her blunt and brusque nature and a lack of finesse in Defense Against The Dark Arts, she was dearly loved by the bulk of the Hogwarts faculty. She had, of course, her detractors. Slughorn despised her from the time when she turned down his repeatedly insistent invitations to join the Slug Club by calling him "a flaccid yes-man coated with so much jaded self-worth". Argus Filch considered her, quite frankly, a menace and would have instated corporal punishment for her alone if not for the constraint of the Headmaster. And she became her own Head of House's archnemesis after the Quidditch debacle.

during the war ...

Out of Hogwarts she settled into a townhouse in Little Norton, paid for with her portion of Purkiss inheritance. A French style abode; high ceilings and skylights to let in the light and black iron spiral staircases and cozy greenhouse in the garden. Doris found initial gainful employ with the Wizarding Examinations Authority, drafting test questions for the Magical Theory and Alchemy portions of the N.E.W.T.s. The only ones whose dissatisfaction with her choice of career outpaced the academy 7th years who had to answer her essay queries was the Department of Intoxicating Substances, who in the years immediately following her leaving Hogwarts, had issued her no fewer than eight citations for new alcoholic substances developed as a byproduct of her experimentations with alchemic fermentation. The W.E.A. was an unburdensome job, which left her ample free time to engage in magical research and development, the nature of which was not always mundane enough for the Ministry's peace of mind.

Of course her transgressions became a comparative drop in the bucket as The Dark Lord's stranglehold of terror continued to tighten about the beating heart of Britain's Wizarding World. Fear was everywhere and though Doris wasn’t an exception, she claimed no allegiance anywhere. Vehemently rejected the doctrine espoused by the Dark Lord's followers, but hadn't the discipline and temperament to invite induction into the Order's clandestine ranks. Even the Ministry was a leery lukewarm enemy, courtesy long held tendency to buck against authority and those ever increasing reprimands from regulatory arms of the DMLE.

She channeled her efforts not into cause or country, but into those (good or ill) who claimed corners of her honeyed heart. And if she recognized the tell-tale signs of under eye weariness and old wounds on precious friends like the Potters, she did not waste time asking questions she knew they couldn't answer but continued turning up at door arms full of board games for best friend dinners and kept things-as-normal track of birthdays and anniversaries rather than letting them fall to the wayside behind the prioritization of war waging and perhaps she slipped a few extra herbs to heal and sooth into the home brewed wine she handed out amongst her social circle.

in the present ...

When the war ends and Voldemort falls at Dumbledore's feet and the flames of open war were doused it should be, it seems like, it sounds like victory. But Doris knows there's no such thing as equilibrium and change is constant, inescapable bedfellow. Battles may have no longer been wholescale, all consuming, at yet it seemed like conflict continued to creep. For Doris, this moreso than fires in fields and blood letting pricks her sense of danger, for the tensions that eased into everyday like by inches (small but inexorable) feels like the tide before a tidal wave. She had sneered and bit at institutionalized systems often enough to understand that more than grand cowled evil, it's the attrition of bloodless bureaucracy that can shred the fabric of a society.