remembrance.

dang, i can't believe i actually remembered the login for this account.

it's kind of making me miss ezra.

I think I might just delete this account or possibly reset it or something actually, because of a little quarrel I had with a friend here about something so yeah, I mean I wouldn't if I had a way around it? But I don't really think I do, so maybe. If anything I'll leave a queue up for a few days on the new account I'm still working on, but yeah -- probably gonna do that.

Hope you're all having a wonderful, blessed day.

Alright so I might have to put this account on an indefinite semi-hiatus?

Because these old muses of mine won't go away for the life of me ( and goodness knows I tried. ). Which doesn't mean that I just won't be doing anything on here anymore for a while it pretty much just means that whatever threads I have going on now are going to be the only ones I have for a little bit -- though I'd be open to plotting for new one if I can summon the muse for Ez enough.

Not that I don't love this account and the story I've built up so far, but the other muses are greater for the moment and right now some of the important people involved in my storyline here aren't always present or are currently busy with other things and when they're gone ez sorta just wanders off doing goodness knows what??

So I might just put things, like I said, on hold for a little ( I sort of mentioned this in another post earlier but I'm mentioning it again and then some because I didn't go into the specifics like another muse and whatnot )

-- so yeah, I guess consider this an announcement post or something ? Second one this week, woo.

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❝ Well hello there — didn’t expect to see you, wandering around. How’d you stumble upon this place, little whisper ?  ❞

( And suddenly, Saiph’s taken on an almost — maternal, aura about her. )

Well this is, awkward. 

She really doesn't know how she got here, not even the slightest inkling of know how.

This sort of thing happens a lot to her, even more so -- now.

( The inclination, to gravitate towards that which gives her comfort, and a sense of familiarity, despite the lack of knowledge as to why it is so, has become all too common of a thing. )

The grace, which thrums patiently within her ancient bones, is now pining -- beckoning and pleading, to be released.

( Only a matter of time, now. )

This one seems to have the very same familiarity with her own self, though -- which is intriguing. ( And the title, she's suddenly been doted? Another stick to the burning pile. )  C.causing a heavy arch, from sculpted brows. 

You better sit back because I am about to drop some truth here and it might cause a level 8 earthquake from its sheer magnitude. One, you are flawless, like look up flawless in the dictionary and your gorgeous face will be staring right back at you, no photoshop required because half a dozen people would be blinded because that's what happens when angels show their true form. You are nothing but sweetness in a sippy cup, like woah, why are you gracing us mere mortals with your presence. On to your writing because I will convert back to Christianity just to go to church and repent my sins because something about your writing is salvation. You are lovely and you more than lovely, I need to go and get my degree just so I can get certification just to make up new words to describe how wonderful you are. I love you, peace.

  - Erica is out.  

Alright so big announcement okay babies.

I've decided to take a semester off school, and instead, get a job and help support my family here.

I realized during Winter break that I just wasn't emotionally ready to go to school because of things going on at home, and the fact that the school I went to wasn't exactly supportive with those sort of things and made it all a lot harder to handle. ( That sort of just means people there, teachers and classes, you know? )

But yeah, I've been looking for jobs for the past couple of days, hence the lack of activity here -- but once I get everything into motion, I think I'll  have more time in my day and evening to be around, you dig?

Also there's going to be another whisper joining the little family of Harry, Ezra, and Richard -- so I'll make sure to update you with that link once the account is all set up. There might be another even after that, but again, I'll keep you posted.

I'm still usually here and there -- lurking and messaging friends, so if you want to start something or your reply make sure to pop me a message, okay?

He really doesn’t sense, the off aura it radiates.

( The little apartment where the princess and her dragon resided, that it. And don’t mind Harrison. Giving people nicknames according to how he imagines them in his own head, is just sort of a thing.

— Harmless, really. )

And so, here comes a very important, very reasonable internal debate. Whether or not to take the liberty of going through the window, knowing that she happens to be alone inside — or walk all the way to the front door, knock, and then wonder whether or not she’s going to answer.

Because, hell — if he can sense her presence miles, and miles off, she has to have some sort of recognition for his own, right? It’s sort of what they do, the golden boy thinks.

A plausible theory.

( And it’s clear, by how he slides through the window — that there will be no doorbells rung, today. )

" I like your new face, love. Blonde hair suits y’e. "  

( For whatever reason he simply can’t explain right now, despite thinking he knows more of their origins than both Richard or Ezra combined

— this vessel seems to carry a bit of an irish accent. )

Not that he minded. It’s sorta nifty. The more-muscular, angular physique that accompanies it aren’t so bad, either. All in all, no complaint.

Though he does find it a bit harder, to make — and laugh at any sort of jokes.

Again, hard to explain. Harrison’s rolling with it all as it comes. 

❝ Do you really -- have to do th-- is, n-- ow ? I'm no--t in the m--mood.  ❞

There's a pause, because of course she sensed his presence. To presume otherwise, would be silly. It is important to note, though -- the fact that, since she can indicate when one of her own, whether it be Richard or Harrison, is near --

-- that Erzebet had plenty of opportunity to make sure she was as far away from the home as possible.

( Yet, here she is, and remains. )

Sniffling, just a tad, and using the free hand that's not covering the bruises on her arm -- to cover her mouth, in an attempt to silence. Because, once again, he's arrived unannounced, and she's just the slightest bit indecent.

An oversized tank top, down to her upper thighs, and undergarments that aren't visible. ( thank goodness, for that. )

She's been tidying up the room, when words first permeate the air, because it's all that really keeps her mind distracted. Blindly, numbly trying to conceal, trying to cloak the shattering images that, without regard to her psyche, assault.

And once she's spoken already, it takes a while for her to stop wandering around the little, quaint room -- to, more clearly now, allow a harsh ( for her, at least. ) to resonate in both their ears.

( gazing upward, with those wide eyed pools -- she shows him enough to curse herself, for allowing. )

❝ If you're not going to be useful -- you should just, leave. .  ❞

          A single leaf had found it’s way into the hospital.

                     Just one—- sliding across the tiled floor, stepped on and crushed over and over again.

                                  There was something symbolic about this.                                   Something that showed how little the world appreciated his work.

   But he would speak not about it—- he would do as he has always done.                                              Move on.

                                                        —— “I will be with you in just a moment.”

❝  Take your time, sir. ❞

A barely audible murmur, as blonde locks cover a tear stained facade. She was beckoned in here for one reason or another -- and Erzebet hasn't been one to deny the urges felt by her ancient grace, when they arrive.

( Especially since she'd woken up wearing this new form, and all. )

The hospital is rather clean, she thinks -- and then wide, doe like pools of a faded green, glance downward at the singular leaf, with confusion.

( Pick it up -- the voice pleads. Pick it up -- Carefully, gently. )

So with a sigh, it's soon done, each individual piece, brought into a dainty palm with extensive care. And when the final piece if brought into the center, confused pools now gazing with a more curious outlook -- digits, feel the most simplest, of inclinations.

To curl against the fragments, and hold on. For a lingering breath, she does -- only to open them again -- to find they've been oddly reassembled. A singular, whole leaf, once more.

( It brings a somber smile, to her features. Pained and weary, as they are. )

Meanwhile, there are those in the wait, talking, whispering -- not of her act, for that's gone undetected, as many things do , in the mundane world, and perspective.