A woman rich in heirlooms, trinkets that remind her of lost loved ones and long gone ancestors. Her strength is drawn from these reminders, from the power held in one’s love of family. Now she’s alone, mournful and quiet, but still she still clutches at the warmth these tokens provide.
The Victorian era had a strong influence on Goth in more areas than just fashion.
Gothic literature from Edgar Allen Poe to Mary Shelley.
The aspects of Victorian lifestyle have pervaded the scene, from masquerade balls to tea parties being enjoyed at festivals and clubs.
Victorian Goth is often a very detailed look, involving many layers of heavy and often impractical clothing -
for example, a lady’s attire might include a steel-boned corset, stockings, bloomers, petticoat, skirt, bustle, blouse, veil and parasol.
Attire for gentlemen typically includes frock coats, frilled shirts and waistcoats.
A toned-down version is generally more appropriate for day-to-day wear, comprising perhaps of a long skirt and ruffled blouse. Surprisingly, amassing a Victorian Goth wardrobe can be useful when it comes to casual attire - bloomers are undeniably comfortable, and a long black petticoat looks stunning partnered with leggings and boots.
Hairstyles and make-up tend to be elegant - classic up-dos lend a dignified air. Some Victorian Goth guys may complete the look with sideburns or a moustache, although this is quite rare. Jewellery is ornate, and is likely to include lace or jewelled chokers, cameos (Goth-styled cameos may be less traditional than they appear at a first glance - skeletal women, skulls and crossbones, or bat motifs may be seen, for example), and lockets, or more whimsical designs featuring birdcages, skeleton keys, teacups or Ouiji boards, echoing the interest that many Victorians held in spiritualism and the occult.
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Michiru Kaioh, whenever asked what she would like for her birthday, smiled and said she was too old for anything too dramatic, and that she would very likely go to dinner with Haruka, perhaps take in a play.
What she did not say was that mostly, she simply wished to be left alone.
The last party she remembered having was her 16th, thrown by her parents to fete her burgeoning womanhood, or so the story goes. It had been the same as all her parents’ other parties, with lavish decor, champagne flowing, a cake decorated in the most lavish and expensive way possible, floral arrangements with crystal details, live music, and all the empty fineries of the world.
The first party she remembered wanting was when she was four. She had wanted a Little Mermaid party, and her parents had agreed. For weeks, she had looked forward to seeing the bright haired singing mermaid atop her cake, with her loveable yellow and blue friend, and the grumpy crab that always made her laugh.
When the day came, her 4th birthday party varied precious little from her 16th, the only nod to Michiru’s request the decor on the cake, mermaids singing on the shoreline and even they invoked Waterhouse in smooth lines and soothing colors, with none of the technicolor glow that entranced Michiru’s little heart.
And so, on that day, she learned that birthday parties were never for her, and always for others, and she dropped them as soon as socially permissible.