urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo silk and satin, velvet and lace, bishies... a few of my favorite things Sebastianne di' Cortavo 2004-03-18T12:00:18Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:3491 2004-03-18T12:00:18Z 2004-03-18T12:00:18Z Hands A long time ago, when I was a child my father would tell me those stories, the kind little girls enjoy with the dashing prince and the closet full of clothes. After each story he would place me on his lap, and staring into my eyes whisper then I was that little princess, and that I would need nothing and lack nothing. Then, he would kiss me good night and when he closed the door to my room, whisper 'Good Night Countess of Russia'. I began to title myself with the self same title for such a long time, as if countess was my title by right, rather then a word given to a rank. My father died a couple of years ago, it was a death that surprised no one and yet while it is cruel to admit, it never hit me as hard as it did three days ago.<br />I used to love him, and he used to love me so that every white day we would exchange chocolate. It was nothing big, a silly family tradition that some how started when I was eight. It was one fo those things that I've been doing continuously with him for over fifteen years, and on the last white day... something snapped. Some how, only then I realized just how simple and fragile everything is. I couldnt' handle it, so I went hiding to a small chalet in the middle of Switzerland where just getting there can be troublesome. <br />Sometimes I wonder how everyone is doing- and my thoughts stray to that district, that place where I felt so welcome. I can't return now, not yet when my eyes still look bruised. I'm the Countess, not some silly maid who can get away with look like... hell. A Countess never has friends, it's one of those things that are taken for granted because of the political manuverings we have to do. It never hit me however, just how complicated things were when I realized I wasn't hearing from anyone.<br />Until I got that letter, a slighlty unusual note that was delivered by my secretary. It was a note from the BnB, nothing personal, merely a hand written statement of some sort asking to know when I would next return. It's silly, really. Probably something they send out every month to anyone that happens to go missing for a week... but... it touched me. <br />It's all the romance going to my head, I suppose.<br />I haven't repled, not yet. What is one supposed to say? That one freaked out when she realized she would never see some people again? It's too silly... to... naive for one such as myself. I feel silly over reacting, but I am a Countess afterall..and we Russians. Who do you think started the whole romance industry?<br />Surely not the French.<br /><br />Seb urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:3214 2004-02-19T08:22:04Z 2004-02-19T08:22:04Z Scarlet's birthday. Oh... dear. I don't want her to be terribly upset that I forgot, but then... we are not quite friends.<br />However, one should never forget the birthdays of certain... acquaintances... who knows what that might do for the future?<br />I never knew you had to think politically when it involved... well... The Establishment.<br />Never mind then, I'll just sent Gregor to fetch a pair if earrings... those darling ones I've seen at Link should be enough of a bauble to placate that woman... twenty four, dear, or maybe I should send over some anti aging cream?<br />Come to think of it- I don't think she'd appreciate that.<br />Oh, dear.<br />I think I'll just hide, and pretend I'm not around... urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:3042 2004-02-12T10:21:38Z 2004-02-12T10:21:38Z Darling, <br />It has simply been too long sinceI have entered the archways of the BnB, and thus I was rather surprised to see how much of solitude has occupied the space of that delightful location. However, I am sure things will pick up, especially around now. <br />It is Valentines Day, and has anyone seen such a marvelous week at that? It will be simply dazzling, a Valentines Day spent in dear old London. I'm to attend a white tie dinner affair at dusk, a costume party with the almost cliche of a theme- love. I shalt be of course, some or another nymph... although anything would do, for I happen to be a hopeless romantic. <br />It is a trait shared by the Russians, I suppose... or the comtesses in the world. <br /><br />I have just bought a painting by some genius, one of Ero on Valentines when he is simply the most delicious form, and I could not help but think of your establishment... it has been a while, and such as this that I simply must visit the Eros you seem to have gathered.<br /><br />It will simply be the most romantic Valentines, don't you agree?<br /><br />Sebastianne Di' Cortavo,<br />The Russian Countess urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:2614 2004-02-12T10:15:55Z 2004-02-12T10:15:55Z Valentines is such a meaningless affair. It makes those without someone special look stupid and depressed, while people who have someone suffer from stress. Dammit. This will be the second year running in which I have had no one... three, if you decide to count the one where I met up with that darling merchant... what was his name again?<br />I am so sick and tired of everything, all of this. But a Russian Countess musn't appear depressed, and on all days, Valentines. I should probably check up with that place, except it'd be too depressing. All those men, and none of them are _mine..._<br />I feel so old at times like this. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:2373 2004-01-12T10:16:10Z 2004-01-12T10:16:10Z Things. Things happen for a reason don't they?<br />Surely...surely they must.<br />I can't sit still. I can't act... <br />normal.<br />That day Scarlet paid me a visit... it was such a long time ago, but it seems to be even longer. Days stretch, and then they stretch... <br />*blinks with confusion*<br />I've been missing for a while... a couple of more days... shouldn't make a difference...<br />A couple of more days.... <br /><br />Sebastianne urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:2156 2003-12-12T10:07:14Z 2003-12-12T10:07:14Z I swear I've developed muscles in places that have never existed before this day. I ache. All. Over.<br />Where the hell is Sommerset with massuese? How many times do I have to tell him -no playing with my employees until they've finished with me?<br />Ugh. I'm not even going to go there any more.<br />Things seemed to have remained more or less the same around here...for which I'm glad for. Scarlet... theres something about her I want to check out, the way that Italian Count seemed to light up... awful Russian though. I've never been more humiliated of the way people can speak my native language.<br />Ache...<br />I have to reply... but I can't leave that off for another day. It's christmas soon... must buy gifts... oh what the hell, Irene was a gift last year when she went shopping for me... she can go again. She knows already their likes and dislikes...although that BnB place does require some personalized...<br />I'm not even going to think any more...<br />My poor abused body.... urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:1971 2003-12-04T09:03:51Z 2003-12-04T09:03:51Z Darlings,<br />It has been too long since I have managed to pay this darling sector of my life a little visit, and now that I have, it is just the most wonderful surprise to return and see that there are two lovely ladies that I have never had the pleasure to have the acquaintance of. <br />Professor, Cait, I am Sebastianne di'Cortavo, and you may refer to me as Countess. <br />Although Rhi, it would be a pleasure to become more then acquaintances, and I hope that there is a time when you can call me Sebastianne. <br />London has been the most depressing place, what with the weather being as it is. I just couldn't help but return to the warmer villas of Milan. I must tell you darlings that nothing seems to cheer the soul of a Russian Countess, then being surrounded by the devoted Italian nobility. <br /> Although I must confess, the… men of this adorable entertainment does come close to second.<br /><br />Scarlet dear, you wouldn't happen to know an Italian Count by the name of Hannes Scarpa, would you? It was a terrible faux pas to allow that card to slip out of the evening bag, and yet the Count was discreet enough to keep it quiet…although he did give me a little smile and asked if I knew a certain 'Bella who refers to herself as Crimson.' Now, I'm sure his Russian had been a little shaky… <br /><br />Unfortunately I must depart; one never has an excess amount of free time on her hands, especially when she has just returned. <br />It will be a delightful pleasure to see you all again,<br /><br />Sebastianne di'Cortavo<br />Countess of Russia. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:1768 2003-12-03T09:51:13Z 2003-12-03T09:51:13Z I don't understand. What is it about men that seem to garantee half of their brain matter is focused on their balls? It's as if... as if the only purpose they were created for was...well...<br />I don't need to be shy about it, it's merely that the words threatening to spill out of my mouth are far too rude... <br />First time I was able to check on the board in ages. What have we here? Two new comers...<br />Ah... it is the professor... must keep on the good side of her... what with christmas season coming up soon and all... tis the season to milk everyone for their worth...<br />although it does seem harsh, considering how much I've come to adore that place...<br />Isn't it odd? More then the shopping, the scenery or even my favorite nobles, the one thing I missed happened to be that place...<br />I'll introduce myself later... much later...<br />First I have to figure out a way on how to solve those men...<br />Dear Agatha did suggest that vasectomy may correct everything...<br />Ugh.<br />Where does that dear old woman get her ideas? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:1298 2003-11-25T09:08:13Z 2003-11-25T09:08:13Z well... just taking a peek a while ago while trying to focus on a boring video -how many times can a stupid count retell the Paris incident?!- and so the network is back up... i admit i have been quite busy...i should go back and see how things are going, leave a note or something as well... <br />ah... tonight... it's tonight that i go to that wonderful gala... i've got the costumes all set, only need to see him in it... *giggles* oh... mustn't let poor Aunt Clarice know her niece is in the red study fantasizing about a certain rakish...<br />oooh... Henri-Luc did promise to lend me some of his fantastic toys...<br />I can't wait til tonight... i suppose I should write on that little network... urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:1226 2003-11-11T12:25:51Z 2003-11-11T12:28:15Z I had come across a slightly...how do you say it, hysterical woman a moment before, and I simply cannot help but inquire as to her health. I know the most divine therapist who could help matters...not that I know personally.<br /><br />Newtronica dearest, I must thank you. It will be simply divine to arrive in the arms of one of such attractive men, I am quite sure society will not be able to reel from the beauty of it all. The theme is to be one of the Romantic ages, and already I remember a quite dashing man whom has caught my eye, do you remember dearest, the one the slight stilt in his accent, the one who was wearing all of that eyeliner?<br />Many of my ... aquaintances have been known to dabble in ... the arts of enhancing their features, but I admit I have not seen it carried out so well. <br />Of course, his costume must be hand tailored to match my own, I simply cannot arrive looking so... out of place with my own partner... but do not worry about that, dearest. I have a fine tailor who is flying in from Russia a day or two from now to take our fittings.<br />It is quite divine the lengths people go to achieve my contentment.<br /><br />Fleur darling, it seems there is a need for me to fill out some papers? My schedule is full for the next couple of days, brunches, lunches, and all those rather charming little social organizations, so I do not beleive I shall be able to drop by.<br />While my ... assisstants would hardly mind dropping by to fetch the papers, I am quite displeased with their eager attitudes, for their professionalism seems to evaporate at the mention of the location. While it is not as if I am ashamed -heavens, it seems that the Dowager Duchess has also developed a pechance for your men!-, I do not quite believe in allowing them such free rein. <br />Good help is so hard to come by.<br />So darling, I have a small opening tomorrow during lunch? A quaint little bistro seems to have opened just above a boutique. They say you may indulge your appetities in both counts. I do have a fetish for their remarkable jewelry. <br />If there is nothing quite so pressing, I would enjoy your company then, about one-ish? I believe the bistro is called Indulgence, a sweet name if you would ask me, We can discuss the papers over lunch, and I can have everything signed and filled before my appointment with that German Baron.<br />You know how petty the Baron's can be for their time, as if they are more important then a Countess...imagine the gall!<br /><br />-<br />Sebastianne di' Cortavo urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:1017 2003-11-09T12:29:18Z 2003-11-09T12:29:33Z I have come across the most delightful of homes in the middle of this gorgeous city. It was rather quaint, but I suppose the small size will do for now. It is right at the pulse of life, close enough to the delightful BnB that I shan't have to worry about spending a night in a car, and yet far enough that my...comings and goings shall not be noted too obviously.<br />After all, a Russian Countess does have her social image to maintain.<br />Back to the Manor. It is so delightfully modern, with each of the four bedrooms decked in all those exotic electrical appliances. I had never known that one could be so creative with electronics. I regret having to leave my wonderful rooms at the Duke's... but at least now I won't have to worry about him stealing my lovers.<br />Ah ah, I know it was you sneaking him away last night, don't deny it.<br /><br />That brings me up to a second point. Darlings, there is this charity auction I simply must attention a week from now. It is a black tie event and one simply cannot say no to such an event. Yet I fear my ... companion for the night has withdrawn due to some urgent buisness. -though I honestly presume it's because of the fact that his ex is supposedly to be arriving hand in hand with a prince. Second in line, no less!- It is almost impossible to seek another companion at such short notice, for I had RSVP'd to this event months before.<br />I don't suppose I'd be able to borrow one of your fine gentlemen? Not only would it lighten up the moment to have one of the delicious creatures so near by, I am quite sure I can smooth across any financially technical greviences by this little request? <br /><br />I shall leave this up to you now darlings, but I am quite stressed about finding myself a companion for this event, for to miss something at this scale is considered to be such a faux pas. They spend absolutely millions on these auctions, and the last time one missed their appointments...well, the poor dear could simply not lift her head in society for a week. <br />I have heard a week as an outcast can be quite traumatizing, although I would not know about such things. <br /><br />-<br />Sebastianne di' Cortavo urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:672 2003-11-08T13:54:15Z 2003-11-08T13:54:15Z I swear to which ever diety that I'm supposed to be worshipping now, that the next time I see Scarlet Elle's wonderful face, I am giong to grand a river of champagne and a mountain of fur. <br />Now, I presume that the wonderful woman wasn't thinking of me when she mentioned rich _frantic_ young women?<br /><br />Pheonix darling, I must thank you for the warm welcome.<br />Now there is a lot of things I wish to say, especially the fact that my trip ot London has never been so memorable.<br /><br />Yet I fear I must depart, for there are some estates I must view.<br />After all, I do wish to have a permanent place of residence in London, because while I do enjoy the hotels, I could do without the public exposure of coming home so early in the morning obvious drunk. <br /><br />And what this Russian Countess wants,<br />This Russian Countess gets.<br /><br />-<br />Sebastianne di' Cortavo urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:sebdicortavo:353 2003-11-08T12:57:31Z 2003-11-08T13:00:50Z Pinch me.I'm in heaven.Let me die in peace.Go away.Don't wake me up.<br />...<br />EESH<br />Definatley going to figure out a way to cut down my work load. Definatley. <br />Jeez...I didn't do anything last night.<br />So why am I so sore?<br />Oh...<br />Right...<br />Never mind about that then....