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WATER THREADS through her arms, each stroke slow and willowy as she glides through the slippery warmth. it’s the only exercise she can stomach, helping her mind to stay still as she focuses on the stretch of her muscles and every swift kick of her legs. she swims until she feels the familiar ache settling in her bones, only then does she retreat to the shore. her hair is a soaked mess of crimson which she pushes impatiently behind her ears, the curls tangled under the dappled sunlight. brown eyes, wide as a doe but lacking in their innocence, meet those of another and her brows raise in surprise. “i honestly thought it was too early in the day to see another soul out here.” the words leave her a touch breathless after the long swim. she reaches for her towel, pressing it to damp skin, pale lips settling into an ever present frown. “don’t let me stop you. water’s real nice this morning.”
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THIS WAS NEVER WHERE she had intended to end up , stranded in her hometown with the weight of responsibility on her back. the coven cared deeply about legacy , ancestry , and tradition. her father was no exception. so , here she is , thrust into a position of power she didn't particularly want but knew she had no choice but to take. she's just finished cleansing the room , a spot in which the witches tended to hold their meetings , the heavy scent of freshly burned sage still lingering in the air. a figure hovers and she turns only for a split moment. ' this is a protected space. ' she reminds , tone like that of a reprimanding mother. ' it'd be an awful shame to have to get the league involved , don't you agree? '
EXHAUSTION FEELS LIKE a distant memory, though at times their eyes grow heavy, as if sleep is beckoning. a chance would be a fine thing. devesh does not recall the night of their final sleep, but they think, often, of how wonderful it would be to go back and tell themself that this is the last time. to savor every slow breath drawn into their pink lungs, every unconscious twitch of their fingers, every faint flutter of their thin, delicate eyelids. this is what they miss the most, alongside the humanity and whatever a ‘soul’ might be. stalking the night, they stumble into a place where curiosity pulls them closer, eyes dark as a shadow landing on the woman before them. a slow, knowing smile spreads over their lips. “what is this place protected from? the likes of me?” they ask in that voice weighed down by a hundred years, a true indicator of what they are. they incline their head ever so slightly. “by all means. i have no desire to trespass where i’m not wanted.”
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✞ 「 fresh flowers sitting in a home filled with death, a pretty shell for something rotten, all i am is appetite 」 cis woman. she + her. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying ALYCIA VALENTINE is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the thirty year old employee of saint mercy funeral home since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a human and have been here for her entire life. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a cynical, dutiful & perceptive reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the OLIVIA COOKE wannabe's story. ╲ PINTEREST
TW: parental death, grief, murder, abandonment
pulling on a smile can be a bitch, especially in a place like this. they all know i am cracked around the edges like a porcelain doll housing some tumultuous ghost. i have been obsessed by death since the day i found them in a pool of their own blood. we still don't know what happened, not really, only that the knife went deep into both of them, until they drowned in scarlet. i was the oldest daughter, and my responsibilities have withered like their bones under the ground. both of them gone, leaving us orphans, and me too afraid to step up as i should have.
now, i am surrounded by death from nine until five. i’ve always been morbid in my fascinations, in my humour; but my siblings tell me that this takes it a step too far (when they’re willing to speak to me, i suppose). it is ironic how i will follow an order to the minute detail in the years that followed my ignorance of that last will and testament begging me to care for my siblings. i think they must hate me now, for the way that i grieved and the way that i left them to their own unimaginable feelings. i write them letters, i beg their forgiveness, but i think i would be disappointed if they gave in, in the end.
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
faceclaim olivia cooke
hair colour copper
eye colour brown
build skinny, weak
height 5'7"
tattoos starbursts on her fingers, parents names on her shoulder, flower design on her arm, a wolf on her knee
piercings ear lobes, helix, industrial, tragus
i swear that i don't know who i am sometimes. i feel outside of my own body, watching as i stumble through the day, making a damned fool of myself. i think i fall in love with every woman who so much as smiles at me, like i'm begging them to see me and like the ugliness beneath the mountain of unbrushed curls and the cigarette smoke guarding me from the rest of the angry world. i hate to be alone and i loathe to let anyone get much closer than arm’s length. i suppose that is the legacy they left behind for me.
✞ 「 oh enemy do i terrify?, stern hands trembling with restraint, my tenderness has teeth now . 」 demi man. he + they. ╱ now nobody in lafleur is saying DEVESH DEY is trouble, but nobody's exactly rushin' to defend them either. folks have been talkin' about the thirty five / 180 year old doctor since the day they rolled into town. seems there's always some new story about how they're allegedly a vampire and have been here for his entire life. i don't put much stock in every rumor that floats through this shithole, but with a disciplined, stubborn & pensive reputation like theirs, something tells me we only scratched the surface of the ASSAD ZAMAN wannabe's story. ╲ PINTEREST
it feels as though there is no before. the eons spread before me as i drown in the depths of this persisting self loathing, head a tumbling mess which succeeds to trip me over as the decades pass but i do not. if i was once told that i was beautiful, i think that it must have been a lie. what beauty is there in a creature such as i? giving myself over to what i am which is a terror, with hands aching to heal and to hurt in equal measure.
and though i try to heal others, there is nothing of myself to be redeemed. i run into the arms i know will hold themselves open for me in a selfish bid for comfort which i despise myself to seek. how deserving must i be of such solace, anyhow? am i not the monster hidden beneath the bed? at the end of the day, did i not ask for this in so many words? i hunger, and i fight it as best i can, but the monster in me wins out time and again. i never was good at telling myself no.
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.
faceclaim assad zaman
hair colour dark brown
eye colour brown
build slender + muscular
height 6'0", appears shorter due to slouching + posture
tattoos a long faded, longer forgotten name on his ankle
piercings none
i am still seeking redemption in everything i do. i wish for the world to see me as the so-called ‘good guy’. i wish to be all of the things i might have been a century before now. kind and endearing, worthy of a love i starve myself sick for. my mistakes are a mountain i climb and i climb, reaching with these hands which have turned to claws, sharpened by the years they have reached into the ether for something they will never grasp. self pity is such an ugly thing, isn't it? and still, i am soaked in it, a drowned rat in a gutter begging the world not to step on me for the crime of being small.
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