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thexreluctantxviscount · 3 years ago

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“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.”

a drabble of a time fading in recollection but seared on his heart

The dream began as it always did - a moment of softness. The first time he had travelled to the hacienda and met the Manager, Alessandro Diaz, he had been impressed by the man’s sharp wit and intelligence. His daughters had been so young then, the eldest barely ten, the youngest only eight but tiny for her age. They took him to the seaside, far from the bustling port and capital cities where those from abroad were confined.

His shirt loosened, his cravat lost, he introduced himself as Gabriel for the first time as the littlest gordita sat on his knee while the vessel was steered through the harbour. It was the first time in his life that he felt the weight of his family’s position lift. He might have been the master of the house but Alessandro was already capable of managing just fine. He saw no reason to overrule the man. Instead they worked alongside one another, using his connections to improve circumstances for the people in their community and the surrounding ones as well. The nightmare of conflict, bloody and cruel, slowly faded away. That life belonged to Tolly, not Gabriel. Gabriel worked alongside the physicians in the local clinics, treating minor ailments and setting broken bones, affixing stitches to heal in due course.

The trip became a tradition, as his sojourns as the hacienda grew longer and longer, and the trips to England faded in frequency. His brother was the Viscount, having been raised to the role so when their father passed, he returned again to offer comfort to those he loved, his mother, his sisters, but he missed home - the hacienda, with the vivacious family. He longed for their comfort and their wise words, even as his heart ached for his father. He had been a kind man, loving of his wife, even if stern in his disposition. They had not often seen eye to eye but at the same time, the elder did not confine his second son to life in England, forever in the shadow of his brother. Live life, for you only get the one. Did his father envy his younger son’s freedom - sometimes Gabriel wondered but let it slide away on the journey back to New Spain. He only got the one, he would live it well.

This trip to the seaside was different this year. The shadow of his father faded in the wake of his passing, freeing him from the last which tied him to England. Soon his brother would wed, supplying the family with the heirs needed, and Gabriel’s chains, binding him to Tolivander, his old life, the weight of expectation, were broken at last. As the sun set, he leaned in toward the man he called friend, called more than friend, and laid his lips upon his. Oh how sweet, how tender a touch. The fierce and vibrant Alessandro bent and conceded to the tension between them. Gabriel went to Eton and although some may pretend, a lover among his own sex was common indeed. As the children rested they began to explore.

Guilia was so strong - her ferocity unlike the demure misses of England, whose barbs and arrows were slung behind pretty smiles and a well placed fan. Guilia would clock you across the face before she would waste time on such feigned niceties. He savoured her passion, the way she felt in his arms, in their arms. His lonely bed, once so empty filled to overflowing. A pleasant sort of weariness took hold after a long day’s work and a longer night’s pleasures. Gabriel found his home, a sea of violets filled the pots on the deck of the hacienda, planted because they were his favourite. That night, he claimed his woman all the harder, his man at his back, as they made love to one another. “Te amo... mi amor...” hushed pledges in the darkness.

There was nothing more he could do. It had been days since he slept more than a few minutes, ate more than a crust of bread forced between exhausted lips, almost too weary to chew. It was a week since the first case of influenza in the small community. They did what they could but the battle was lost almost before it begun. Then Alessandro could not get up in the morning. Gabriel’s attention switched to the hacienda and he shooed away the girls, terrified for the young women. Guilia was struck down next and Gabriel scrambled. There were no enough hours in the day.

They were gone.

Both gone and he was alone.

Always alone.

A taste of heaven, a sliver of family, forever and not nearly enough.

The letter arrived, the black edged card startled him in its precision. How long had it been since he received anything akin to correspondence from the Ton. Terrified to see his mother’s name on the crisp note, Gabriel collapsed into a chair. His (almost) daughters rushed to offer comfort to the visibly distressed man.

“What is it, Tio Gabriel?”

“I have inherited the title. I am the Viscount.” Gabriel replied as he set down the small blacked notecard on the table, revealing the tragic and untimely passing of Samuel Albarron.

Bad things come in threes, or so his superstitious mother always said, and it seemed like three losses in a row had taken Gabriel, buried him effectively.

Tolivander was needed now.

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orendastories · 10 years ago

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Endings

Title: Endings

Author(s): Fiona (Tolly Violets’ player)

Character(s) Involved: Tolly’s parents with references to Tolly and his siblings.

Word Count: 2244

Trigger Warning(s): Death, Hangings and Loss of Family

Genre(s): Angst

Summary: The raid on Lavender Birch and end of the Violets parents

Other: Sadness. Much sadness

The Raid

Gabrielle Violets rolled over on the cot, the springs squeaking noisily under her. She couldn’t sleep. In fact, she hadn’t really slept since that Day. She sat up on her cot and rubbed her face with one hand before wrapping her arms around herself. The room was cold. Room, she scoffed as she looked around the small cell. She hadn’t seen anyone in so long. Food was pushed through a flap in the door, like a horrible scene from one of Tolly’s favourite books.

Tolly. Oh god, Tolly, Charity and Faith. How she missed her children. Her arms ached to hold them close. She worried about them every minute. When she managed to get some sleep, it was their screams that woke her, that haunted her nightmares and woke her again in a cold sweat. She wasn’t even sure how she ended up here. How had they found out about Lavender Birch in the first place? All she could do in this cell was think and remember and question.

Her life as the wife of Henry Violets had in fact been so simple. Their town were everyone was able to live by Fregualitarian principles. She had been Henry’s wife and lover but not his possession. There was no claim but the commitment of love and marriage and the bonds of family. They had three children, first Tolivander, known as Tolly and then six years later the twin girls, Charity and Faith. Tolly was an easy child in most ways, happy and kind in general but in most ways a typical boy. Her girls were exhausting and funny and worshiped their big brother.

How did it all end so suddenly? She didn’t understand. It had been a raid of course. Somehow the Crowne must have discovered Lavender Birch’s existence. She had been vacuuming. How stupid was that? The world was about to end and she had been trying to get the upstairs in decent shape. Henry had been working in the garden. She remembered waving to him through the glass as he mowed the lawn. It had been such a dull and ordinary day in late June. Tolly had taken the girls to the park where all his friends were hanging out. Even in the chill of the cell, this made Gabrielle smile. Such a wonderful boy. Her beautiful son, Tolly, was such a joy to her.

The first indicator was the gunfire. Henry had raced into the house and looked at her with wide eyes. “The Lawliets. I need to go see. Make sure they are all right.” She had nodded, completely understanding, “I’ll got to the park and get the children.” She had responded. If only she had known then what was going on. If only she had understood how grave the situation was and that her friends, being the fighters they were, were already dead. If only she had known this was the last moment she would see Henry. Her love.

She had raced through the paths that ran along the small riverfront to the park the children loved. She was almost there when she saw them. The sight had filled her with terror. The soldiers dressed in military gear as if invading a foreign country rather than a sleepy town in Maine. She had skidded to a halt, contemplating which way to go in order to get to the children when she was spotted.

Then she was running for an entirely different reason. She needed to keep them from the park. She waved her arms and then gave the soldiers the finger before running in the opposite direction, hoping to lead the men away from the playground area. But she was not able to get away. There were so many of them. They appeared to be everywhere. She ran until her legs ached and her lungs burned but of course she was caught. There was no great hope for escape if she was honest.

The soldiers had tackled her to the ground, three large men slamming her into the dirt and stones of the path she had been running on. A stick gashed open her forehead causing blood to run down into her eyes. Her body had been layered with bruises and scrapes. She had been hauled from ground by her upper arms and a bag was thrown over her head. The terror cut through her and she screamed so loudly that one of the soldiers started hitting her to quiet her. Finally, she had slumped unconscious. A small mercy in a terrible moment. She didn’t recall the transportation to this prison. She hadn’t seen another living soul since she had been here.

Rationalizations

"You have a visitor." The words were rough and so loud after what seemed like weeks of silence that Gabrielle jumped in her skin and let out a gasp. She rose unsteadily to her feet but had to admit that she was eager. Finally someone to speak with and perhaps tell her what was going to happen now. Was there to be a trial? Was she going to get a lawyer? Or was she simply going to spend the remainder of her days in this cell until the cold or lack of food or some minor illness left untreated finally killed her.

She pushed her hair back off her face as she was led into a small room. It had a wooden table and two chairs in the centre. Gabrielle glanced around and saw an elegant woman in her late 60s, impeccably dressed as always. Mother. Tears filled Gabrielle’s eyes. Mother. Eloise LeBeau.. Theirs had not been an easy relationship. Her mother wanted a specific kind of daughter, one that was obedient and beautiful with the “right” kind of claim and a position in New York Society. This had not been the life Gabrielle had wanted, even though she had tried her hardest to be her mother’s ideal for many years.

After Gabrielle officially entered into a claim with Henry, her mother hadn’t spoken to her for several years. Gabrielle continued to send her letters, updating her on all news in her life about Henry and her new home. Her mother disdained to answer. Of course, her mother did not know of Henry’s Fregalitarian ideals or the true nature of Lavender Birch. Then came the announcement that she was expecting Tolly. Suddenly there was a parcel. The ice had finally thawed. Their relationship had never been particularly warm but she was a loving grandparent and that was all she had ever asked for. After the twins were born, Gabrielle confessed to her mother the true nature of Lavender Birch. The older woman had been scandalized but had never spoken of it to her again.

Gabrielle threw herself into her mother’s arms, who patted her daughter’s back awkwardly. “That’s enough dear. Have a seat.” her mother instructed in that imperious tone that Gabrielle in her distraught state had to laugh at. It was so her mother. She took a seat but clutched at her mother’s hands. “Mother. The children … ” she began when her mother pulled away one hand and held it up. “Enough. They are with me. They will now finally be raised properly.” she cut in crisply.

Gabrielle was taken aback by the words and her mother’s tone. Why was she allowed to visit anyway. Alarm bells started to go off. Gabrielle pulled her hands away from her mother and stared. Her voice was a raspy whisper, “Mother? Please tell me that this … this wasn’t you.”

The older woman looked uncomfortable for a moment and then lifted her chin defiantly. “Someone had to do something. I gave you a chance Gabrielle and you failed to do what was right. What was necessary?”

Gabrielle shook her head in horror, unable to believe what she was hearing. “Mother. How could you? What are you even thinking? You knew for years and why, why would you … do this?” Her eyes begged her mother to deny it. To say that Gabrielle had gotten the wrong end of the stick. But rather than deny it, the Domme became more fierce. “The final straw was when you didn’t get Tolivander marked when he turned thirteen. I knew I had to save him from your foolish choices. You have been irresponsible Gabrielle and now you will pay for it. The children will finally have a chance at a real life.”

Gabrielle gasped at the words, “MOTHER!” She screamed out, “There were children. That raid killed people. Left orphans …” She stopped when her mother slapped her face. “They were traitors and they got what they deserved. As will you. I am weary of this now. I just came to tell you that the children were with me. To put your mind at rest. I have no interest in listening to you become hysterical. You made your bed and now you will have to lie in it.” Gabrielle sat there shaking with one hand pressed to her stinging cheek. “Goodbye Gabrielle. I am sorry you turned out to be such a disappointment.” were her mother’s last words as she swept from the room.

So it ends

It had been an unusual day. For once, Gabrielle had been allowed to use a proper bathroom. She hadn’t cared much. The conversation with her mother had first angered her deeply and then, finally, she had sunk into a deep depression. She had barely moved for the last few days, unable to breathe, unable to think. It was over. She was the cause of it all. Her own mother was a demon from hell. The pain and destruction. So many children orphaned. So many adults now enslaved or dead. All of her friends. The Lawliets. The children. Little Idris and the Avery children all left without the protection and love of their doting families.

It was bittersweet to know that her children were safe. How safe could they be in the care of the monster who turned their entire community over to certain death or enslavement? Yet, Gabrielle also knew that in a sick way Tolly and the girls would be safe.They would be raised with wealth and privilege and all the things she had rejected when she had chosen Henry and the life of freedom. She wept for all that was lost and for what never could be regained. She now knew she would die here.

Little did she know how soon that death would come. The unusual day with the hot shower in which she was utterly disinterested. They had stripped her clothing and shoved her under the hot water.They scrubbed at her like she was repulsive thing, unworthy of even the smallest kindness. She hadn’t fought back but rather merely tolerated it, which seemed to enrage them all the more. Scrubbing was accompanied by pinches and slaps on her now frail body.

Then they dressed her in a simple white gown like a virgin being led to the lip of the volcano. She had no idea how apt this analogy was as she pushed her feet into the coarse slippers provided. She turned away from offers of food so they left her be, back in her cell, where she sat for several hours. Enough time passed that her hair dried and she almost dozed off.

Then the door clanged open again. There two guards stood and gestured at her impatiently. She didn’t move so they entered the cell and hauled her to her feet. They proceeded to half-drag and half-pull the exhausted and defeated woman to another room, one she had never seen before. It was so bright that she blinked several times and tried to focus.

Then she gasped as he filled her vision. Henry. Just ahead of her was the man she loved, the one she called husband and father of her children. He looked terrible, defeated and heartbroken. She stepped toward him and they yanked her back and then forward again, toward the dias. She hadn’t noticed it really, it was actually such a large structure and she was so weak that they had to carry her up the stairs. She gasped at what she saw there and her knees gave out entirely. Nooses. A pair of them side by side hanging above a trap door. She and Henry would die here today.

The noose was placed snugly around her throat and her hands were bound behind her back. She looked forward and saw the audience sitting there. This sickened her. People come to see their deaths like a spectator sport. They had hurt no one, done no harm and yet now they were to die. Then Gabrielle saw her - her mother and her eyes darkened with pure hate. The first true hate she had felt in her life.

"Do you have any last words?" a gravelly voice asked to her left. He sounded excited. The executioner who gets off on death. Typical. She glanced over at Henry and their eyes caught. She smiled as she replied, "I have no regrets. I love you Henry Violets. Thank you for our life together."

"I love you too." Henry returned and her smile widened. These were the last words she would hear. That she was loved by her husband. The faint sound of counting buzzed in the background but her eyes were fixed on his. This was her last sight. The wood gave way under her feet and a sensation of falling.

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orendastories · 10 years ago

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Character Development Meme #21

Sex in public: Have you (or would you) had/have sex in public?

The simple answer to this is … but of course. In Tolly’s view, being in public adds a little extra frisson to any sexual encounter. In fact, he and his claim, Ileana , enjoyed time together on the walking trails just the other day when their good friend, Angela Steele, was watching Kim for the afternoon. Tolly particularly enjoys sex on the beach or in or near the water. Of course, the fact that Tolly enjoys sex in public should come as no great surprise. Prior to entering his relationship with his now claim, Tolly’s amorous activities could only be described as promiscuous. Although he strongly favoured women, he was not above enjoying sexual interactions with male residents of Bellona. He had no set partner for many months. His behaviour at Orenda has been a little more circumspect given the intensity of his relationship with Ileana and the fact that a child now resides in the home as well. However, given Tolly’s personal appetite and Ileana’s nearly equally intense amorous affection for the man, it is likely that even after the twins are born, the pair will find a way to spend time together. At that time, it is unlikely it will matter to either of them whether they are in public or behind closed doors.

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orendastories · 10 years ago

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A Future Glimpse (2073 words)

A Future Glimpse

Thirteen years after departing Orenda.

Kim looked into the mirror and dragged the brush through her blonde locks one final time and then fluffed the ends. She tossed the brush into the drawer and selected her favourite berry coloured lip gloss. She smeared it on and then looked at herself critically. Blonde hair, blue eyes, decent skin even if she did hate the small freckles scattered across her nose. She was aware she looked a lot like her Mom. It was hard to begrudge that - even after having four children plus adopting three more, she knew her Mom was still considered a beautiful woman.

Kim strolled out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. It was the back room, overlooking the garden, and she loved it. It had a bright cheeriness to it with a deep window seat and a shelf full of books. She was going to miss it immensely. She glanced over at the family photo in the pretty colourful frame on the dresser and picked it up. It was taken on her 16th birthday - when the family had been over. All of the family had been there. She took in the faces in the photo. Uncle Viggo and Uncle Idris smiled broadly while being tackled by their godsons, the twins - Henry and Leo. It had been cool that they had come out for the party. Uncle Viggo had continued her surfing lessons even due to the unseasonably warm spring weather.

Kim tucked the photos into her carry-on bag before turning back toward the mirror. Well, she thought as she fussed with her hair again, as good as it was going to get today. She then selected her favourite necklace from her jewellery box, clasping it on, and then straightened it. Instead of a typical pendant, on the chain hung a small amethyst ring. The first ring ever given to her. The one she was shown when she watched Mom get engaged to Dad (Tolly). It was the same one he put on her finger at the wedding when he promised to be her daddy forever. She smiled at the memory as she pulled her new amethyst ring out of her jewellery box and slid it on. It was the ring that her Dad had given her for her sixteenth birthday.

She remembered coming to the pretty island and being so nervous that Tolly wouldn’t really want her. Instead, he had made it clear that he wanted her. Very much. Mom had told her the story of her week with Tolly a thousand times, usually to much laughter of everyone. If anything (including the arrival of six more children), she had to admit that she could very well be her Dad’s favourite.

Things were so different now. Different than they had been when they lived on the pretty island and Tolly had claimed her Mom and become her Dad. She had become a Violets. Well, a McKinnon Violets. Now the world had changed a lot. Most notably the slavery system was on the verge of being abolished, with more and more restrictions placed on it every year. Now people had until their 30th birthday to make a claim and there were a million exemptions and exceptions made. The slavery designation itself was increasingly rare.

She knew her Dad and others with even more dangerous lives like her Uncle Kristoff and Aunt Annette as well as so many others had been instrumental in changing things. They had risked their very lives to do so. She had seen the scars on Uncle Kristoff’s body. The risks he had taken, that they all took to fight against the system they did not believe in. Her Dad’s and Uncle Idris’ parents had died for those principles.

However, the system wasn’t dead yet. There was still more to do and she was determined to be part of it. She had spent months corresponding with Uncle Kristoff and then proposed her plan to her parents. It had been tough. They hadn’t wanted to let her go. Not to an Academy and attempt to recruit more people to the Cause.

Kim glanced down at her arm where the circle tattoo glinted almost wetly against her pale skin. It was still pink at the edges, a little tender, as it was done just yesterday. The day before her Mom had finally conceded that Kim was determined to go to the Academy and use her brains and beauty for something more. She was going to be a part of the fight. She knew her Mom was nervous, as was her Dad. Her brothers were fiercely protective of her, especially the twins. In this, they were like all the other Violets children. All of which had been labelled Dominants. Kim was determined to be like all the other women in her family including her own Mom, and her myriad of Aunts - Charity, Felicity, Annette, Bella, Lottie and Tess.

Kim picked up her suitcase and carry-on and stepped through her bedroom door. She didn’t get two steps before Leo and Henry raced out of their room and tugged it out of her hand. They insisted they could carry it down the stairs. Kim laughed as the two thirteen year old boys argued over who could carry which end and practically dropped it three times carrying it down the stairs.

She glanced over and there appeared a tiny little face. Miri. Adorable, serious, solemn Miri. The little family worrier. Miri approached to claim the hand freed from suitcase duty in her own small hand. She didn’t say a word. Together they walked down the stairs hand in hand. When they finally reached the bottom of the broad staircase, Kim bent low and touched her forehead to that of her 8 year old sister. “Take care of everyone. Okay little sprite? I’ll be home at Christmas. Promise.” With a peck to Miri’s cheek, Kim pulled back, “Love you.” Miri nodded solemnly before replying, “Luf you too.” Miri had a slight lisp resulting from recently lost teeth.

Noise from the kitchen beckoned them onward. It was Kim’s favourite room as it overlooked the ocean and was always full of warmth and sunshine as well as someone to speak with. Both of her parents cooked, and well at that. The kitchen always smelled like home. She had confided more to her parents in this room that in any other in the whole house.

There, she found her parents fussing over the three youngest Violets. They were adopted. Five year old Will, three year old Pippin and finally, last but not least, 9 month old Anna. Spotting Kim, Will and Pippin leapt from their booster seats and ran over to get their hugs. She hugged them both and got them back to their seats. Anna, in her high chair, squeaked and raised her arms, demanding her fair share of attention. Kim enjoyed being the oldest and made a fuss over each of her youngest siblings before hugging her Mom. She then plunked herself into a chair and poured herself a coffee. A kiss on the top of her head signaled Dad’s arrival. Typical family breakfast followed as Dad had to cajole Miri into eating all her breakfast and prevent the twins from stealing it. Mom fed the baby and ate herself. Laughter filled the room as well as the sound of everyone talking at once. Baby Anna made her share of squeaks and babbles as she wanted to keep up with the others. Kim realized once again just how much she was going to miss them. All of them.

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At the Airport

Tolly slipped an arm around Ily’s shoulders and shifted Anna in his arms. Will and Pippin were framing Miri as she stood right at the gate, peering through the bars. All of them watching as Kim made her way through the gates and down through security. Their baby was off to the Academy, the one in New York. She was going under the name McKinnon. It was one of the last, best bastions of the old regime and Kim wanted to be part of its downfall. Frankly, Tolly just thought she wanted to go to his old alma mater. Although his sisters and Bella Bean would be around, it was still hard to let her go. Kim. His girl. The first child to call him Daddy. The first child to win his heart and turn him from the stoic bachelor he used to be to a man at the centre of a family.

Tolly glanced down at Ily. She was watching Kim walk away with misty eyes and he pressed a kiss to the silk of her forehead. She was beautiful. Still so beautiful. Still the woman who made his heart stop in his throat, still the one that made him laugh, made him think, and the only one with whom he could share his tears.

The past thirteen years had passed in a whirlwind. They had seen so much, experienced so much. It had taken years. Years of writing, speaking, traveling and visiting with those who had the power to influence change. It had been terrifying, exhilarating and occasionally wonderful. The regime had tumbled slowly, with cracks forming over years of work. But it did tumble. Slavery was on its last legs. By the end of 2030, even the most conservative pundits were predicting abolition of slavery.

Other countries were already there - Sweden, Norway, most of Western Europe as well as Canada and Japan. China had an act proposed to abolish it within the next year. To have a worse human rights record than China would be an embarrassment to the United States. After that it wouldn’t be long. Without the threat of slavery, the Claim system would have lost its teeth. After that it wouldn’t take long before all but the most conservative communities would be free of the Claim system.

The battle had been protracted and it certainly wasn’t over yet. At times, Tolly’s life had been threatened. He had been physically assaulted more than once. He had been deemed a heretic and madman. There had been many scary moments but his faith had never wavered. Ily had kept him upright and moving forward when he had simply wanted to give up and throw in the towel. They were fighting for their children’s futures and that … that was worth the fight.

Now they were standing on the precipice of the end. But there were still battles to win. He was proud of his little girl, now almost a woman. She wanted to be a part of the fight, of the final push toward the goal of the complete destruction of the system. He glanced over to where the twins were wrestling playfully. “Boys. Miri.” he called out. “Let’s go. We’re going home now.” The boys looked over at Ily. Mom’s word was law. The final determiner and arbiter. She nodded and the four boys returned to her side quickly. It still made him crazy that they didn’t listen to him completely when she was around but it was a battle he had ceased trying to fight.

Miri didn’t move. She just waited by the gate entrance, staring down the long hall to where her sister disappeared. Ily looked over at Tolly, and nodded at their most solemn soul. “Give me Anna. I’ll get everyone in the van. You get her.” she whispered softly to her husband. Tolly agreed and passed the baby in his arm to his wife before he brushed a kiss over Ily’s cheek. He made his way over to Miri as Ily headed out of the airport with their rambunctious passel of boys.

Tolly crouched low next to his quietest child, the one who looked most like him with warm brown hair and hazel eyes. He smiled softly at her, “You okay little one?” he asked quietly. “She will be home at Christmas you know?” To this, Miri just nodded but didn’t take her eyes off the hall. Tolly leaned in and scooped her up. She tucked her little arms around his shoulders and rested her forehead against his neck, “S’okay.” he murmured softly, “I’m going to miss her too.” he soothed as he felt the hot tears splash against his skin. That’s the thing about going off to fight a battle. There were always those left behind. Those whose hearts broke with every departure.

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orendaclaims · 10 years ago

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Pending Claim Announcement

As of July 26th, 2014, Mr. Tolivander Violets and Ms. Ileana McKinnon’s mutual claim pending review has been approved. They are now considered to be in a claim pending completion, which residents normally refer to as “a claim.” Their names have been added to the list of Pending Claims and they will remain there until said claim pending completion is either broken or one of them reaches the level of 5,000 points.

Furthermore, Ms. Ileana McKinnon is now assigned to Mr. Tolivander Violet’s villa for housing. Mr. Tolivander Violets is also in-charge of all punishments and demonstrations involving Ms. Ileana McKinnon, and they are considered responsible for each other’s behavior while they continue to reside here at Orenda Estates.

The Administration congratulates both Mr. Tolivander Violets and Ms. Ileana McKinnon on their accomplishment, and encourages their continued success in their claim pending completion. We hope to see you do us proud and complete your claim in a timely manner.

Good luck.

Mistress Sarah Swing, Master Graham Stroud, and Master Walter Richmond

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orendaclaims · 10 years ago

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Claim Documents | Tolivander & Ileana

Status: Pending Further Review

Rules Agreement, executed, between T. Violets and I. McKinnon

HIS RULES AGREEMENT made this day on the 6th of July on the Island of Orenda of the Commonwealth of Puerto Rico

BETWEEN

Tolivander Violets (hereinafter referred to as “the Dominant”)

and

Ileana McKinnon (hereinafter referred to as “the submissive”)

WHEREAS the Dominant and the submissive (jointly referred to as the “Parties”) have agreed to enter into a claim.

AND WHEREAS the Dominant has presented a collar to the submissive and the submissive has accepted the collar.

AND WHEREAS the Program Administrators of Orenda require a detailed exchange of rules prior to the acceptance of a proposed claim.

THEREFORE the Parties agree as follows:

I. The Dominant covenants and pledges that he shall, at all reasonable times:

be honest with the submissive and shall not refuse to share any detail of his professional or personal life with her except and unless he is required by law to do so or makes such a pledge in a contract of employment;

honour the submissive’s safeword, desires and wishes with respect to engaging in a scene or sexual act with the Dominant and shall immediately terminate any scene the Parties have mutually agreed to participate in if such safeword is used, and he shall thereafter provide aftercare in accordance with the submissive’s wishes and express consent;

provide a home and ensure the physical and emotional well-being of the submissive and pledge to protect the submissive, and all children the Parties may have or children for whom the Parties provide care;

be faithful, sexually and emotionally, to the submissive and shall never be involved in an intimate relationship with any other person;

respect and honour his submissive’s wishes, views and opinions with respect to their lives together, including the location of their residence, the number and upbringing of all children they may have or for whom they provide care before making any life decision that will have an impact on the submissive, their children, or any children for whom they provide care;

not separate the submissive from the Parties’ children or any child for whom the Parties provide care.

II. In the event the Dominant breaches any of the terms provided in paragraph I of this Agreement, the following consequences shall be applied in accordance with the severity of the offence:

removal of the Dominant from the Parties’ bedroom for a length of time determined by the submissive to be sufficient but shall not be longer than seven (7) days;

removal of the submissive with the children from the Parties’ home for a length of time determined by the submissive to be sufficient but shall not be longer than sixty (60) days;

separation, either temporary or permanent, in which the Dominant shall be required to leave the Parties’ home for a period in excess of sixty (60) days;

termination of the claim.

III. The submissive covenants and pledges that she shall, at all reasonable times:

be honest with the Dominant about her needs and desires, and the needs and desires of their children and any child for whom the Parties provide care;

not withhold any detail of her personal or professional life, unless required by law to do so or the submissive makes such a pledge in a contract of employment;

provide, in the home, a warm, nurturing environment for the Dominant, the Parties’ children and any child for whom the Parties provide care;

be faithful, sexually and emotionally, to the Dominant and shall never be involved in an intimate relationship with any other person;

support, honor, and respect the Dominant’s wishes, views, and opinions in regard to their life together, and not withhold any concerns with regard to any of his life or professional decisions;

use the designated safeword of ‘Pumpkin’ if the submissive believes any scene (1) is going beyond the previously agreed upon boundaries, (2) is causing undue stress or discomfort to the submissive’s body, and/or (3) could potentially cause lasting medical, emotional, or psychological consequences to either the Dominant or the submissive;

wear the provided collar to signify claimship to other Dominants and submissives so as not to invite undue sexual or romantic attention

IV. In the event the submissive breaches any of the terms provided in paragraph III of this Agreement, the following consequences shall be applied in accordance with the severity of the offence:

spankings, floggings, or canings, the number of which will not exceed thirty (30) for spankings, fifteen (15) for floggings, and ten (10) for canings and shall be appropriately proportionate to the offense committed

removal of the submissive’s collar for a length of time determined by the Dominant to be sufficient but shall not be longer than seven (7) days;

removal of the submissive from the Parties’ bedroom for a length of time determined by the Dominant to be sufficient but shall not be longer than seven (7) days;

removal of the submissive from the Parties’ home for a length of time determined by the Dominant to be sufficient but shall not be longer than sixty (60) days;

separation, either temporary or permanent, in which the submissive shall be required to leave the Parties’ home for a period in excess of sixty (60) days;

termination of the claim.

V. The Parties agree that any form of physical chastisement shall never occur in front of the Parties’ children or any child of whom they have care.

VI. The Parties agree that this Agreement shall be binding up to and including after the Parties’ legal marriage.

VII. The Parties agree that the jurisdiction of this Agreement shall be the state, territory or province in which the Parties have been ordinarily residence for One (1) year prior to the commencement of any proceeding arising out of the terms of this Agreement.

VIII. The Parties agree that time shall be of the essence.

Signed this day by:

Tolivander Violets

Ileana McKinnon

Promises. Tolivander Violets and Ileana McKinnon

TOLIVANDER’S PROMISES TO ILEANA

Dearest Ileana,

The words “I love you” seem so inadequate when it comes to the expression of the depth of my feelings for you. You have given me more than I could have ever dreamed. When I was only a boy of thirteen, I lost my parents and with them, a connection to a family that I could not regain. When we became a family, I felt that old wound heal. Once again, my heart was complete. I treasure you and by that I mean everything that makes you the spectacular woman I see before me. I love your kindness, your intellect, your wisdom, your humour, but most of all, my dearest Ileana, I love your heart.

With that in mind, I make these promises to you:

I shall always love Kimberly McKinnon, your daughter, and in so doing I shall honour her father and all the gifts he gave to her to make her the little girl that I have come to know and love. I consider it my privilege to be her parent.

I promise that I will always love you, even when times are difficult and we perhaps do not like each other very much, I shall always keep you in my heart.

I promise that I will honour your wishes with respect to the upbringing of our children as well as any other children we may have in our care. I will never forget that you are a wonderful mother.

I promise that I will make time to stay connected with you and if that connection should fade or stretch due to the hectic nature of our lives, to reconnect with you. I treasure you as my lover and my friend. I promise I will make certain you always know how much I treasure you.

I promise to support your dreams, ambitions and goals, as they are now, and as they change and grow over our lifetime together.

Ileana, in summary, you are the woman I claim, the bride I desire, the partner who challenges my mind and the lover who holds my heart. You are my greatest love.

I promise you that I will never forget to honour all that you have given me.

Yours, always, Tolly

ILEANA’S PROMISES TO TOLIVANDER

My darling Tolivander,

I wish I could think of the appropriate words to tell you just how much I love you. When my late husband died, I knew that I had to find someone, if only to keep my daughter. I never imagined that I would find someone as caring, wonderful, and perfectly suited to me as you are. Every morning I wake up to you is a truly good day indeed, no matter what happens. When I learned I was pregnant with our twins, I was terrified; I wasn’t sure how you were going to react. It was one thing to ask you to accept Kimberly into your life, but to tell you that we were also expecting our own was a different thought. I didn’t want to lose you. But you were perfect, wonderful, beyond anything I could ever hope for. You’re so wonderful to me, and it’s like you can read my mind. Every desire, every want, every need; you’ve managed to react and respond, sometimes before even I knew I wanted or needed it. I am truly the luckiest woman in the world, and I cannot wait to start our life together. I love you.

I promise the following to you, every day for the rest of our lives:

To cherish you and the collar around my neck, knowing that it symbolizes our commitment to both each other and our children.

To love you even in our darkest hours, when things are tough and we aren’t sure if we made the right choices. When we’re both at our wit’s end, I promise to take a step back, to reflect on these promises and work toward a solution with you.

To always work together as we raise our children, as both of our opinions are important and valuable.

To support you in your career, whether that means functions, events, signings, or simply making you dinner and pulling you out of your cave when it’s been too long without food.

To never compare you to my late husband, especially to Kimberly. I will remain thankful for everything he did for me, and everything he gave me, but I will remember that you are two different people, and while I loved him, I love you. Possibly more.

You are the Dominant I respect and answer to, the man I want to marry. The person I love with my entire heart and soul. You stimulate my mind, you make me think, make me wonder, make me believe. You are my other half, and in finding you, I found the missing piece.

I promise to always cherish you and everything you are.

Forever yours, Ily

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