#themimicry

You can't wake up, this is not a dream.

You're part of a machine, you are not a human being.

“what’s a slut.”

         “ WHAT  WOULD  BE  BETTER? ”  She tilts her head, genuinely curious.  “ I am alive. My existence continues, even though I should be all accounts be dead. Why should I be sad? ”

         “ --- I don’t .... I dunno.” It wasn’t any of Liv’s business, at the end of the day. And in a way, she was sure she was PROJECTING, somehow. Assuming something about how the other woman felt, which was hardly something she’d have called fair. So she falls into silence for a moment and shrugs, hesitating as she takes a breath. “I don’t think you should be sad, I just --” She paused, lips pressing into a line. “Wouldn’t you rather have just ... been alive? As you were?” And wasn’t it difficult? Not quite being ... just the same. “Y’know, when I look at live people, they’re --- bright. Bright colors. And when I look at dead people, they’re ... kinda gray. You’re like -- you’re like a whole third set of colors, so ...” 

“ So is that brother of your’s ever present, or does he actually sleep sometimes? ”

            ˜”*°•&. SOUL DESCRIPTION || Accepting 

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The argent surface is SLEEK, polished and stoic, nearly impenetrable to outside forces. It is a SHELL to hide the fraying wires that lurk beneath it, sparks of bright blue confusion traveling haphazard onyx circuits. Between erosion lingers shocks of GOLD, half remembered bright and burning, buried beneath twining chaos and longing and doused in oil. Deeper still is soldered scrap metal, alloy melting between cherry red abrasions. It HURTS most here, the hurt of unbelonging and depose. The epicenter is in darkness, a cold, black, endless emptiness with a flame quivering at its heart. The blackness wallows in hopeless silence or screams with gale force winds in wild attempts to oust the star. Yet it clings resiliently, to SOMETHING, it has since the match was struck, however small and low it burned. It holds promise though, for a simple spark can birth a WILD FIRE. 

🎮 ¦ send me a url and i’ll tell you the following | accepting ( @themimicry )

my opinion on;

character in general: i love grace. i’m a sci-fi slut, especially when liberties are taken within the genre by adding in magic without heavy, outdated fantasy concepts. i think both adrian and scout have done a fantastic job creating intertwining stories with their two characters and really solidifying their importance to one another. and like, i just genuinely love grace a lot. the way adrian writes her really conveys this sort of sense of her being like…uncanny valley personified without it feeling like a gimmick. i dig it. how they play them: i guess i kind of covered that above lol. but very well. adrian’s an awesome writer to begin with, but i always enjoy how he gets across these little ticks and quirks without shoving it in your face. like you tell something’s off about grace even in shorter responses, but he isn’t hamfisted about it ever.the mun: idk probably hangs out in super weenie hut jr. all the time or something pfffff

do i;

follow them: heck yeahrp with them: heckity yeahwant to rp with them: hickety heck yeahship their character with mine: i don’t think so, no!

what is my;

ASK ME TO DESCRIBE A COLOR WITHOUT USING THAT COLOR

everything that came from your bodywas the color of the flowers you wouldsometimes wear in your hair. their fatpetals drooped open, spilled over likewagging tongues and you turned somany heads, caught so many eyes.

everyone is watching now and theflowers pouring from your body ina river are hard to look at for long.

i don’t wash my hands for hours.i wear your blood because it’s alli have left after you are gone.

❝ –––––––––––––– I have a STRANGE affinity with the moon. . . We share a lot in common, she and I and I feel like I should understand it, given what I am, but I don’t.  ❞  The pair are settled atop the precipice of a crater, overlooking the half shadowed earth. Ezra’s gaze is distant, fingers tracing the hard edges of rock beneath her as she speaks. She wasn’t sure this experience would HELP Grace in any way, it might in fact only heighten any feelings on unreality that clung to her. If Astral Projection was done CORRECTLY though, this experience would feel as real as any.   ❝  I guess what I’m trying to say is, I can relate in a way. I’m still learning about what I am, still trying to figure everything out. You’re not alone, Grace.  ❞