Belated xmass pressie :D
~Emmanuel~
I was born Jonne Emmanuel Liimatainen in the center of the then small town of Oulu to an English industrialist mother and a champion horse breeder and breaker in the winter of 1887. I don’t remember much from those first few years other than how cold the house always was, and the sounds of the horses in the stables at night. I was an only child, and the son of a devout catholic upbringing. I remember how I hated it more than anything else in those days, the mass every Sunday damning good-natured people for merely living the way their hearts had told them to. I thought it nonsense, but never dared let mother know. I was named for Christ by her wasn’t I? Hardly wise.
Loving boys came natural to me, I never knew any different. I turned a blind eye to the dogma of society and lived happily on my own terms, had a string over lovers and was content to sexual abandon throughout my teens while my parents remained blissfully unaware. My sixteenth year saw my mother and father arrange my marriage to the then twelve year old daughter of my father’s half brother, a small weed of a girl named Mina. I laughed naturally and shirked it off sure that soon it would be forgotten and no more was said on the matter. My uncle was a strange sort, much younger than my father, both sharing a mother whose husband had passed and had remarried to a brutish old Lord. He kept servants of different creeds and I knew from overhearing drunken ranting by the fireplace that he bedded his dark-skinned scullery maid on a regular basis. It made me sick how he people treat others. I vowed I would never have servants when I became the man of my own home. But I was still young, still wild and chasing the handsomer sex well into my twentieth years.
That however stopped, when at three-and-twenty years old I met him. He was beautiful, around my age but ever so slightly small in height and in frame. I fell head over heels in love the moment his lips met mine in my father’s stable and knew if I couldn’t be with him always life had lost all meaning.Ville. When he spoke his name I knew he was the one. I had never been so happy, nor thought I would be ever again.
~Suvi~
I was born the bastard child of a servant woman and the son of her Master in a grand house in the town of Oulu in the first twinges of autumn winds blew from the Baltic Sea in 1898. Mama’s family had been from way across the ocean and come here generations ago when you were lucky not to be whipped for the service much less paid. But I was born the child of rape, and though the man who fathered me was white I still felt more like a slave. I got in the family’s way a lot growing up, so it wasn’t uncommon to be beaten. I left the house when Mama died at the age of fifteen in hopes of better things. The streets tough for a girl when it’s freezing outside and you’ve got no money, so I turned to a brothel owned by a Landlord no one ever saw in the daytime, so they always said. He owned a lot in the countryside as well but in the end I was given a job there by his underling. Officially I worked as a barmaid, but earned extra coins on the side by going with the men there too. I never liked that sort of thing but money was money and I had a bed and food and clothes so that did me fine. I even had enough for books sometimes, and a few older clients would bring me gifts when they’d visit me.
One night my boss told me to serve this well-dressed young gentleman who had crept in on a particularly cold night. He said he was the student of the Landlord, and that there was good money in it for me if I got close. When I introduced myself he kissed my hand and said he only wanted to talk with me and he’d pay enough that I didn’t have to sleep with anyone that week to keep a roof over my head. I thought he was wonderfully kind, and very charming. He called himself Ville Valo, and though I didn't know it then he would give me the world.
I was born Jonne Emmanuel Liimatainen in the center of the then small town of Oulu to an English industrialist mother and a champion horse breeder and breaker in the winter of 1887. I don’t remember much from those first few years other than how cold the house always was, and the sounds of the horses in the stables at night. I was an only child, and the son of a devout catholic upbringing. I remember how I hated it more than anything else in those days, the mass every Sunday damning good-natured people for merely living the way their hearts had told them to. I thought it nonsense, but never dared let mother know. I was named for Christ by her wasn’t I? Hardly wise.
Loving boys came natural to me, I never knew any different. I turned a blind eye to the dogma of society and lived happily on my own terms, had a string over lovers and was content to sexual abandon throughout my teens while my parents remained blissfully unaware. My sixteenth year saw my mother and father arrange my marriage to the then twelve year old daughter of my father’s half brother, a small weed of a girl named Mina. I laughed naturally and shirked it off sure that soon it would be forgotten and no more was said on the matter. My uncle was a strange sort, much younger than my father, both sharing a mother whose husband had passed and had remarried to a brutish old Lord. He kept servants of different creeds and I knew from overhearing drunken ranting by the fireplace that he bedded his dark-skinned scullery maid on a regular basis. It made me sick how he people treat others. I vowed I would never have servants when I became the man of my own home. But I was still young, still wild and chasing the handsomer sex well into my twentieth years.
That however stopped, when at three-and-twenty years old I met him. He was beautiful, around my age but ever so slightly small in height and in frame. I fell head over heels in love the moment his lips met mine in my father’s stable and knew if I couldn’t be with him always life had lost all meaning.Ville. When he spoke his name I knew he was the one. I had never been so happy, nor thought I would be ever again.
~Suvi~
I was born the bastard child of a servant woman and the son of her Master in a grand house in the town of Oulu in the first twinges of autumn winds blew from the Baltic Sea in 1898. Mama’s family had been from way across the ocean and come here generations ago when you were lucky not to be whipped for the service much less paid. But I was born the child of rape, and though the man who fathered me was white I still felt more like a slave. I got in the family’s way a lot growing up, so it wasn’t uncommon to be beaten. I left the house when Mama died at the age of fifteen in hopes of better things. The streets tough for a girl when it’s freezing outside and you’ve got no money, so I turned to a brothel owned by a Landlord no one ever saw in the daytime, so they always said. He owned a lot in the countryside as well but in the end I was given a job there by his underling. Officially I worked as a barmaid, but earned extra coins on the side by going with the men there too. I never liked that sort of thing but money was money and I had a bed and food and clothes so that did me fine. I even had enough for books sometimes, and a few older clients would bring me gifts when they’d visit me.
One night my boss told me to serve this well-dressed young gentleman who had crept in on a particularly cold night. He said he was the student of the Landlord, and that there was good money in it for me if I got close. When I introduced myself he kissed my hand and said he only wanted to talk with me and he’d pay enough that I didn’t have to sleep with anyone that week to keep a roof over my head. I thought he was wonderfully kind, and very charming. He called himself Ville Valo, and though I didn't know it then he would give me the world.