light blue & golden

she’s  sitting  atop  one  of  the  dunes  outside  of  shell  cottage,  bare  feet  planted  firmly  in  the  sand.  dominique  had  made  a  habit  of  returning  to  her  childhood  home  when  she  needed  a  break  from  the  chaos  of  her  reality.  at  shell  cottage,  it  was  easy  to  forget  that  they  were  fighting  in  a  war.  maybe  it  was  the  feeling  of  the  rush  of  wind  against  her  cheeks  that  made  her  feel  so  safe,  or  the  sound  of  the  waves  crashing  against  the  shore  or  even  the  smell  of  salt  against  her  skin  that  made  it  easy  for  her  to  slip  into  a  calm state.  or  maybe  it  was  just  because  shell  cottage  would  always  be  her  home.  sometimes  if  she  closed  her  eyes  for  long  enough  she  could  almost  pretend  she  was  a  kid  again,  running  along  the  shore  as  she  bubbled  with  laughter.

she  hears  footsteps  approaching  and  her  head  turns  ever  so  slightly  to  find  her  mother  approaching.  leaning  back  on  her  palms,  her  pensive  expression  melts  into  a  more  contented  one  as  hands  move  to  hastily  wipe  the  stray  pieces  of  hair  from  her  eyes.    “mum  !  hi,  i  wasn’t  sure  if  anyone  was  home.”  but  of  course,  she  always hoped  someone  was.  days  like  these,  when  her  mind  seemed  to  be  in  a  messy  array  of  nonsense,  her  mother’s  presence  was  what  she  craved  the  most.  “want  to  sit  with  me?  wind’s  not  too  bad  today.”

{ cis woman, she/hers } ❝ she belonged to herself only. she had edges, boundaries, tastes, definition down to her eyelashes. and when she walked it was clear she knew where she was going. ❞ huh, who’s KRISTINE FROSETH? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually DOMINIQUE WEASLEY. she is a 25 year old ⅛ VEELA witch who is A FREELANCE INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST. she is known for being BITTER, UNRULY, SPITEFUL, SELFISH, and GRACELESS but also AFFABLE, EXUBERANT, AUDACIOUS, CANDID, and EMPATHETIC, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song NOBODY’S BABY BY COIN and AN ETERNAL FLAME THAT PERSISTS ON BURNING, A NEVER ENDING BATTLE BETWEEN HEAD AND HEART, LAUGHING SO HARD IT HURTS, THE SOUND OF WAVES CRASHING AGAINST THE SHORE, A SCARLET PAINTED SMILE. i hear she is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him.