CIRICE

CIRICE ; GHOST — INDIE + SELECTIVE + PRIVATE. FANON-BASED SEMI-OC. CROSSOVERS WELCOME.

PENNED BY MAVERICK (THEY/THEM). © 1994. CST/CDT.

► ARE YOU HAPPY? ↳ “Sometimes, fleetingly. It’s a work in progress.”

► ARE YOU ANGRY? ↳ “Invariably. Also a work in progress.”

► ARE YOUR PARENTS STILL MARRIED? ↳ “I’d like to imagine they’ve gotten their happily-ever-after.”

NINE FACTS.

► BIRTH PLACE ↳ “Rome, Italy.”

► HAIR COLOR ↳ “Black.”

► EYE COLOR ↳ “Sort of a purply-blue? A bluey-purple?”

► BIRTHDAY ↳ “21 September. Equinox baby.”

► MOOD ↳ “Cautious. But optimistically so.”

► GENDER ↳ “Restless.”

► SUMMER OR WINTER ↳ “Winter, always. There’s something quiet and solemn about it. Mournful, but not melancholy. A grateful thank you to the year gone by.”

► MORNING OR AFTERNOON ↳ “Morning. I don’t know why, really. I like a fresh dawn.”

► SPOKEN LANGUAGES ↳ “English and Italiano. Not too shabby at Latin, but I don’t think that counts.”

CHOICES.

► LEMONADE OR ICED TEA ↳ “Lemonade, with the lemons left in. I like to eat them.”

► CATS OR DOGS ↳ “I’m more equipped to handle a cat, I think.”

► A FEW BEST FRIENDS OR MANY REGULAR FRIENDS ↳ “A few best friends. I’d rather be five people’s favorite person than a hundred people’s fifth favorite person.”

► DAY OR NIGHT ↳ “Day.”

HAVE YOU EVERS.

► BEEN CAUGHT SNEAKING OUT ↳ “I’ve had plenty of practice.”

► WANTED TO DISAPPEAR ↳ “Not quite ‘disappear’ so much as to have never been born.”

► FALLEN DOWN/UP THE STAIRS ↳ “Frequently.”

FAMILY.

► DO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY GET ALONG ↳ “We used to, quite well. They did their best.”

► WOULD YOU SAY YOU HAVE A “MESSED UP LIFE” ↳ “I would say I’m grateful for how things have turned out, given the circumstances.”

► HAVE YOU EVER RAN AWAY FROM HOME ↳ “Home is somewhere you never want to run away from. I’ve only ever run toward it.”

► HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN KICKED OUT ↳ “In a sense.”

FRIENDS.

► DO YOU SECRETLY HATE ONE OF YOUR FRIENDS ↳ “That seems a bit…counterintuitive. And pathetic.”

► DO YOU CONSIDER ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS GOOD FRIENDS ↳ “I suppose they’d be more like acquaintances if I didn’t.”

► WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU ↳ “I don’t even know everything about me. But I’d wager Terzo comes the closes.”

ᴛᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ: @thirdemeritus

The first thing she noticed about the Abbey is how easily she could breathe.

The air inside was heavy and damp from the night’s rainfall — and some odiferous blend of moth balls and fennel clung to the humidity — but she welcomed this new atmosphere eagerly. Greedily inhaling the scent, filling her lungs until they threatened to burst from her rib cage, then heaving a blissful sigh as she fell back into the warm embrace of the bed. 

Her bed. Her room, her pillows, her linens, her new dressing gown. The woman who’d collected her from the convent, upon noticing Cirice’s distinct lack of personal belongings, generously provided an array of clothing in the small dresser for her. Simple black dresses, white blouses, black skirts, even some neckties, which particularly piqued the girl’s interest. Such kindness Cirice had never known from a woman of the cloth, though she suspected from their first introduction that Sister Imperator was woven from much finer thread. Imperator had personally escorted Cirice to her room, offered her something called a Capri Sun, and invited her to communal breakfast. Not compelled, not commanded. Invited. 

For the first time in nearly two decades, the thoughts that lull her to sleep are not of despair, but of hope.