. The . ABYSMAL . TALE . of . MARQUESSA . FELL . {ttr}
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❝𝓑𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼, 𝓾𝓷𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 (..) 𝓜𝔂 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮, 𝓳𝓮𝔀𝓮𝓵-𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮, 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓾𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓸𝓪𝓽.❞
۰.۰ 𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 ۰.۰
𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 . . ⌘ . . Marquessa Ilduara Juana Fell
𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 . . ⌘ . . Marquie𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 . . ⌘ . . Velvela Fell
𝐀𝐠𝐞 . . ⌘ . . Twenty
𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 . . ⌘ . . 9 October
𝐙𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 . . ⌘ . . Libra ☼ | Cancer ☽ | Cancer ↑𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬 . . ⌘ . . She/Her
𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 . . ⌘ . . Bisexual𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 . . ⌘ . . Issa Lish
۰.۰ 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 ۰.۰
Marquessa is the twin sister of Marculfo, and the only biological daughter of Velvela. As Velvela’s only girl-child, Marquie’s especially doted upon by her mother (and- though as children they were bitter rivals- now as adults, it is not lost on Marquessa that her twin brother was never treated as well as she was by their mother). Once Marculfo was eighteen and left the house, Marquie also began venturing out into Saint Fleur in search of a bit of newness- “someone to cannibalise”, Şivekar had joked. It wasn’t just that- though Marquie is known to tear through both men and women like a white-hot knife through butter- but something motivated her into seeking out the other Fell son- her older brother, Angeluccio, who was already living at the Hôtel des Fleurs. It was how she ended up taking a job as one of the hotel’s “housemaids”- a perfect fit for Marquessa as she loves being nosy and watching just who comes in and out of the hotel together, how long they stay, what they leave behind, etc. Besides, then she could hang around with her brother on her breaks and keep him company (as he seemed so dour all the time). Bugging her brother almost every day was fun- often they’d go on walks together and people would give them a wide berth as they always did- as if they might catch the disease of Fell if they came too close. They went to the Polyphemus plenty of times to swim and the water gardens and so forth. It was, without a doubt, the most “normal” Marquie had ever felt before after being raised like veal her entire life. Then she began having nightmares.
Nothing new to Fell children, of course, but this was quite different- vivid, almost real like a memory. Marquessa saw herself standing in the rose garden with its bloody-faced roses glistening under a round, full moon- and they would speak to her- all at once. Sweet nothings, at first- soft and tender but in an abyssal tone that vibrated darkly in her core. Very slowly, lazily almost, roses would begin slink and slide towards her, coiling and uncoiling like a tangle of serpents in order shape themselves together into a- a distinct form- one she knew well. The garden would become a rose-knitted version of her brother Angel- and each of the roses would speak, mimicking his voice but in a way that was not quite right and set her to shivering uncontrollably. The nightmare would end suddenly and she’d lay in bed still quaking at the rose-version of her brother that spoke to her in a way he should not… or, in a way she knew he should not. The nightmares were so intense that she couldn’t even get away with lying to Angel about them because he knew there was something wrong almost immediately upon seeing her. And, so, she told him precisely what she was seeing in her nightmares…and it was uncomfortable. After that, for a while they did not see each other, and Marquessa quit working at the hotel hoping that the problem would be taken care of if they stopped seeing so much of each other. However, as he is wont to do (and as it is his very lot in life), Malfante was able to sniff his daughter’s troubles on the wind, so to speak- gleaning from her very mind the thing plaguing her.
Her father seemed sympathetic and offered Marquessa a bit of advice. He advised her to, in the nightmare, offer the rose-version of Angeluccio a bit of blood from the inside of her elbow. That, Malfante assured her, would see the end of those awful, sickening visions. If she gave the roses what they wanted, they would finally leave her be, you see. So, Marquie did as she was instructed. And fed the rose-brother from the crook of her arm.
Horribly, however, as she did so, the rose petals covering his body began to billow and fall away revealing Angeluccio as he usually appeared. Her brother, eyes half-lidded, his lower face covered in her blood... .The week following that particular nightmare, Marquie was invited to a very rare thing, indeed- a private dinner with her father and mothers. Being a Fell child, it’s not a common thing to be invited to eat with the parents alone, unless something pivotal is to be discussed. This invitation immediately placed Marquessa on edge because, in her gut, she knew there was only one thing her father would want to speak with her about. Soon her mothers would know this terrible thing that she couldn’t…stop. But as bad as the situation seemed, once she arrived at her father’s private dining room, she realised it was so much worse. Angel was there at the table among their three mothers. Avoiding her eye, looking resigned to whatever godawful fate awaited him. When was the last time he’d even been to the castle ?
To the gathering, Malfante- never one for tact- said this, “Angel likes to play hero in his mind, my dears- did you know ? He fantasises about taking you all away from here. I need nine to satisfy the pact- to keep myself in order- we all know this fact by now. Yet, I could see letting one of you go- what do you think, Angeluccio? Belluccia- ? You could finally whisk your poor sister away to supposed-safety, well away from me. What do you think?”
He was answered only with stunned silence from them all.
Vevlela finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of shared bewilderment. “Malfante, what-?”
“It’s as I said. I will let Bellaluccia leave, but, of course, she’ll need replacing. I need nine.”
“There are only nine,” Velvela said, becoming agitated with Malfante’s dramatic pronouncement. “What are you asking?”
Malfante placed his elbows on the table before him and laced his long fingers- the tips of which seemed, by candlelight, to reach his wrists. “Better still than the blood of a Fell woman,” he said, “the blood of a purely Fell child.”
Marquessa, at that, felt her heart plummet into her stomach. Now she knew why she was there, and she couldn’t bear to look at her brother’s face.
“I’ll give you Belluccia,” Malfante continued, “in exchange for a granddaughter…”
No one breathed.
Malfante looked around the table, perhaps slightly baffled at their reactions due to the fact that he very much felt he was being reasonable by suggesting such a trade.
He then divided a look between Angel and Marquie. “...from the two of you.”
۰.۰ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 ۰.۰
𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 . . ⌘ . .
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 . . ⌘ . .𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 . . ⌘ . .
𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭 . . ⌘ . .
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 . . ⌘ . .
𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 . . ⌘ . .
𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 . . ⌘ . .𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧(𝐬) . . ⌘ . .
𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭(𝐬) . . ⌘ . .
𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫(𝐬) . . ⌘ . .
۰.۰ 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬 ۰.۰
𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 . . ⌘ . .
𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 . . ⌘ . .
𝐀𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 . . ⌘ . .𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 . . ⌘ . .
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