gelsemium

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :   i just need ten minutes of silence. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @gelsemivm​  !

“well, i didn’t set the bouncing bulbs loose.” there’s a lot to contend with, here. the fact that hande is practically pouting, a childish expression that very rarely makes its way onto her features ; the grumble of her words at the perceived injustice of being punished for the new temporary hires mistake ; the truth being that, underneath all her bluster and the arms folded protectively over her chest, hande’s just feeling a little bit pushed aside. on a very logical level, she knows that dionisia would never replace her. their dynamic - though they’d never put voice to it - transcends mentor and mentee, and it isn’t just the fact that hande would never do anything as foolish as the new girl had done that makes her indispensable to the arboretum. someone was always going to need to pick up the slack when she took maternity leave, and it was better to train them in now than later, but she hadn’t realised how much it would get to her, watching someone step into her shoes. even imperfectly. equally as childish, coming quite entirely from a place of newfound uncertainty, hande asks, “you’re not…- really mad at me, are you?”

💚 GREEN HEART - what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

dionisia is comforted most by people just being there. she doesn't need someone to give her affection or gifts, but she cares more about someone still being in her life and staying. she's the sort of person who's comforted most by someone sitting next to her and just existing for a while.

💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

there's a random day towards the end of january every year where dionisia closes the arboretum. post-holiday clear out restock is the official reason, but not even hande is allowed to come in then. dionisia's long since grown out visiting her biological parents graves on the day they died but she still needs some quiet moment to mourn then when the day rolls arounf every year.

🚲 BICYCLE - can they ride a bike? what do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle?

yes. dionisia doesn't clearly remember but she remembers her biological parents teaching her how to in the abstract, remembers that brief childhood joy.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what’s different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

acting differently around other people is the crux of dionisia's character. she presents to the world as professional, a little cold, but still someone that cares about the world, the community, and the legacy she's going to leave behind. but in private, around family and her friends, she's both sharper—less polished and more biting—and softer, more likely to let something true shine through.

🌈 RAINBOW - what advice would they give to their younger self?

she doesn't have any. dionisia is happy with her life, even the parts that sucked made her into who she is and led her to where she is. any advice she'd give herself would involve making it easier, making it smoother, and she's not even certain that she'd end up who is today if that happened.

👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why?

dionisia wants to be remembered by the arboretum. she envisions that is outlasts her by generations, hande running it until she passes it on to someone of her choice. she can't guarantee it but she's going to do everything she can to make it happen.

“         does   it   matter      ?      they’re   dead.         ”         practicality   delivered   in   measured   monotone,   indifference   personified   when   he   tosses   a   SECOND   GLANCE   to   bouquets   that   seem   to   brown   by   the   second.         (      &      it   would   be   𝚝𝚘𝚘   𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢   to   mistake   him   for   a   hardhearted   cynic,   callous   as   he   is   when   it   comes   to   cut   flowers,   but   he’d   rather   gift   something   bursting   with   viridescent   life.   eulalia’s   garden   stands   living   testament   to   that      !      )         attention   turned   back   to   the   𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝗌   she   gathers,   anton’s   impasse   doesn’t   budge   an   inch.   what   does   it   speak   of   𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄,   to   speak   of   undying   love   with   something   wilted      &      doomed   to   die      ?

as henri would say, rip. eliza winces in sympathy for the customer ahead of her, less for the tone of dionisia’s voice but for that look upon her face, but she doesn’t blame her ; she knows from experience that there is an entitlement that a certain brand of customer are imbued with in the run up to the holidays, and they always deserve to be put in their box. shooting them a look as they head off in a sulk ( muttering under their breath all the while ), she puts aside her hopes of securing a custom wreath of her own ( listen, she never said she wasn’t one of those same customers, but at least she knew when to admit defeat ) and takes her place in front of dionisia, finally. “some people,” she scoffs as if she can hardly fathom it, leaning on the front of the others stall and taking in what she does have to offer while she’s the only person vying for her attention, “would you be able to replace any of the flowers in these ones? i love the white & silver, but my son is allergic to lilies.” 

🚆 TRAIN - what is their answer to the trolley problem?

there are a few people that work for the one person on the tracks for dionisia—hande ( @impuriities ), theora, adrian, or ziva. but the specifics of it is matters less for dionisia. she doesn’t care about many people but she cares fiercely for. if it was any of those people that was on the tracks, dionisia wouldn’t pull the lever. letting five people to save someone she cares about isn’t something she would particularly struggle with.

another interpretation is that if everyone was a stranger, if it was simply killing one person to save five people. she’d pull the lever to kill the one person. it’s not for any particularly noble reasons, she’s not some rule utilitarian but because it would be a better situation in regards to PR and it’s not like she would have any particular moral quandary about being directly involved in someone’s death. 

&      it’s   a   double   -   edged   sword   of   a   season,      always   has   been      /      knuts,   sickles   stretched   as   far   as   they   could   go,   a   few   five   -   finger   discounts      …      𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒   𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌   𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁   𝗇𝗈𝗐,   but   come   the   first   cool   breeze   of   the   year   he   tucks   a   galleon   away   here      &      there.      (      gifts   for   luca      &      adora,   as   small   as   they’ve   been   in   the   past,   are   always   heartfelt   even   if   he   takes   a   turn   for   the   bashful   when   they’re   disseminated.   adopting   gruff   tone   to   smother   the   first   hint   of   a   flush   that   dusts   the   tip   of   his   nose,   they’re   the   only   people   he      𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒      for.      )         ❛         i   was   after   something   potted.   something   that      …      flowers      ?         ❜         pets   are   doomed   to   be   ill   -   fated      (      like   the   fish   adora   had   so   briefly   adopted   at   the   derby      )      but   a   plant      …      tight   shoulders   knit   further   together   when   he   shrugs.         ❛         maybe   somethin’   in   a   nice   pot.         ❜

The healer and nursing staff has hardly allowed Molly to leave her bed since she woke up, she was beginning to lose her sanity being cooped up. It went against all she was, even in all the pain she was in ( though she’d never let her family know about how bad the pain got ). It was to her surprise when she finally strong-armed the staff enough that they finally allowed her to sit in a wheelchair and sit by a window in the hallway. Not exactly going home just yet, but it was a start. 

“A beautiful day,” She looks out, a wistful gaze in her eyes. “And I can’t even enjoy it.”

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dionisia visited st. mungo’s once a week—a few hours dedicated to swapping out the flowers she donated. the bouquets were already arranged, bundled as safely as she could in a handful of bags but she always cared a few loose flowers of whatever varieties she’d chosen for that week. she grabbed a few out now—one a deep pink, another a shade of orange a bit darker than pastel, and the final a true white. “it’s not much but i can offer you a little bit of nature inside.” 

character development symbols / 웃:  three people that are important to my muse

dionisia doesn’t care about many people. there’s a certain level of energy and dedication that everyone dionisia cares about gets and it’s just, a lot of work you know? she also struggles a lot with letting people in when it comes to her work with the death eaters. she never told liana burke ( @valiantiisms ) about it, and it was ultimately the downfall of their relationship. she was always holding a part of herself back and she dulled her edges in a way that was just not sustainable long term. caring about someone isn’t enough when she couldn’t ever bring herself to truly trust liana. 

hande abaci ( @impuriities ) is someone is undoubtedly important to dionisia. hande’s the closest thing dionisia is ever having to a child. everything is willed to her, beyond some stipend she has set aside for her uncle adrian's family, and she’s trying to give hande all the knowledge and expertise she has. hande’s a bit softer than she would like, she’s not entirely convince that hande will every entirely be what she was looking for when she was reaching out for a mentee. but hande endeared herself to dionisia in record time, and dionisia cannot imagine not having hande at her side.

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