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call of silence / open, reading - guts - 06-07-2018
Sylva wasn't a very sociable child. While most her age were outgoing and jumpy, she was a lot more at ease, preferring the solitary confines of her and her family's room. Sometimes her sister would drag her around, and while she pretended to be irritated during those times, she was really just happy to spend time with her. Her family meant a lot to her, and so she cherished each moment she spent with them.
Of course, the other members of the clan were her family, too. She cared about all of them, as dysfunctional and imperfect as they were. That was just what made them special. But, as much as she loved those around her, she just needed some time to herself. Being around for others for so long got tiring.
Her favorite hide-away was a small fort of pillows and blankets she had made, nestled in a corner of the Observatory. It was hard to miss, but none ever seemed to bother it, so she kept it up and would often go there to read and just unwind. Even now, she was laid out on a plush pillow, reading through a book on something or other. From what she could understand, it was about dragons and other mythical creatures.
"SPEECH"
Of course, the other members of the clan were her family, too. She cared about all of them, as dysfunctional and imperfect as they were. That was just what made them special. But, as much as she loved those around her, she just needed some time to herself. Being around for others for so long got tiring.
Her favorite hide-away was a small fort of pillows and blankets she had made, nestled in a corner of the Observatory. It was hard to miss, but none ever seemed to bother it, so she kept it up and would often go there to read and just unwind. Even now, she was laid out on a plush pillow, reading through a book on something or other. From what she could understand, it was about dragons and other mythical creatures.
"SPEECH"
Re: call of silence / open, reading - Suiteheart - 06-07-2018
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But day would not include that. Instead, she was wandering the Observatory, checking up on the new members. As she made her rounds, she happened upon Sylva. A smile painted her maw, and she stepped closer to the reading kitten. "Hey, Syl, whatcha up to?" the older feline inquired as if the answer was not obvious.
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Re: call of silence / open, reading - Character Graveyard. - 06-07-2018
LUNAFREYA N.F.
✯ — take these broken wings and learn to fly
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Luna was a big fan of reading herself. She was a big fan of Greek and Egyptian Mythology and their Folklore. It was very interesting to study and to research. If her daughters would allow it, she would introduce the both of them to the Mythologies she had taken an interest in.
The Starstruck Guardian had walked over, upon seeing Sylva and Suiteheart in a corner of the Observatory- so she had approached. A smile had plastered itself onto her lips and she attempted to take a seat next to Syl, noticing she was reading. "What kind of book are you reading, mon chéri?" Luna would question, speaking the words her mother had always called her by when Luna had been a child.
//Translation: My darling
The Starstruck Guardian had walked over, upon seeing Sylva and Suiteheart in a corner of the Observatory- so she had approached. A smile had plastered itself onto her lips and she attempted to take a seat next to Syl, noticing she was reading. "What kind of book are you reading, mon chéri?" Luna would question, speaking the words her mother had always called her by when Luna had been a child.
//Translation: My darling
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✯ — Luna. The Ascedants. Easy. — ✯
Re: call of silence / open, reading - BASTILLEPAW - 06-07-2018
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Luna's two girls were an interesting study. Pele was bright and playful, a little force to be reckoned with, while Sylva reminded him more of himself in a sense -- she was quieter, needed her damn space from people a lot of the time. The one thing he could relate to in both of the young girls was their habit of reading, and he knew that Pele liked to steal from his library; he wouldn't be surprised if she'd shared those books with Sylva or pointed her towards his room, as well. At this point, his secret library wasn't really much of a... secret, per se.
He saw her in her fort often, but he didn't always feel like interrupting her. There were a few times where he'd caught Observers preparing to clean up the pillows and told them to leave it, until it finally became common knowledge that Bast might fight someone if they fucked with Sylva's fort. As it was, it was still standing today, and he stopped beside Luna with a hint of a smirk as he peered into it at the girl. "Her majesty is in her castle again today, I see," he drawled, vaguely amused.
What could he say? Rad's most recent batch of pills had him in relatively good moods most of the time, even if he was still ignoring Suite's presence.
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHe saw her in her fort often, but he didn't always feel like interrupting her. There were a few times where he'd caught Observers preparing to clean up the pillows and told them to leave it, until it finally became common knowledge that Bast might fight someone if they fucked with Sylva's fort. As it was, it was still standing today, and he stopped beside Luna with a hint of a smirk as he peered into it at the girl. "Her majesty is in her castle again today, I see," he drawled, vaguely amused.
What could he say? Rad's most recent batch of pills had him in relatively good moods most of the time, even if he was still ignoring Suite's presence.
Re: call of silence / open, reading - guts - 06-08-2018
Sylva lifted her head, concentration broken by the sound of someone approaching. She was about to huff in annoyance until she saw who it was, and then a soft smile broke out on her face. She thought her aunt Suite was really cool, even though she and her uncle didn't seem to get along much. She wasn't sure why, but she knew better than to ask. She didn't want to make either of them unhappy. Instead, she pretended like she didn't notice the tension whenever they were around each other. "Hi, Suite! I'm just reading this book Pele gave to me," her sister was ever generous, of course.
She loved all her adopted family members, but none of them could compare to her mother, at least in her eyes. She thought it was only natural she was close to the one that had gave birth to her. "I'm not sure, she said it was about fantasy creatures," she replies, flipping back to the cover. On the leather was a picture of a scaled dragon, flames bursting from it's mouth. The kit knew better than to believe in such things, but it was still interesting to read.
Then there was uncle Bast. He was a bit intimidating, but it was still nice to have him around. Plus he had some really good books stored away. She giggles at his teasing and shakes her head, deciding to just take it as a compliment.
"SPEECH"
She loved all her adopted family members, but none of them could compare to her mother, at least in her eyes. She thought it was only natural she was close to the one that had gave birth to her. "I'm not sure, she said it was about fantasy creatures," she replies, flipping back to the cover. On the leather was a picture of a scaled dragon, flames bursting from it's mouth. The kit knew better than to believe in such things, but it was still interesting to read.
Then there was uncle Bast. He was a bit intimidating, but it was still nice to have him around. Plus he had some really good books stored away. She giggles at his teasing and shakes her head, deciding to just take it as a compliment.
"SPEECH"
Re: call of silence / open, reading - Margaery - 06-08-2018
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Ah, so it seemed that Luna's children, with their many differences, shared one common trait: a love of books. Had Margaery not been in such a distraught mood, she would have gladly opened her own personal collection to Sylva as well, figuring that she would find something of relative interest among the ancient novels she had acquired over the centuries. Instead, she merely took a wide path around Bastilleprisoner to pause near Suiteheart, dull gray eyes studying the book at the child's paws with feigned interest.
She would have remained silent had Sylva not mentioned fantasy creatures and, being a creature of fantasy herself, decided to go through with her offer anyways. [color=#b14767]"I have an entire library of century old books in the bunker," She began quietly, her voice distant and choked with too many emotions, [color=#b14767]"You're free to use it at any time, love."
She would have remained silent had Sylva not mentioned fantasy creatures and, being a creature of fantasy herself, decided to go through with her offer anyways. [color=#b14767]"I have an entire library of century old books in the bunker," She began quietly, her voice distant and choked with too many emotions, [color=#b14767]"You're free to use it at any time, love."
Re: call of silence / open, reading - ★ HAZEL - 06-08-2018
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Hazel loved mythology - her particular fascination with the ancient Greek and Roman legends stemming from some unknown source deep within her memories. Everything about the gods, the culture, and the influence of them over the ancients' daily lives was captivating and magical and timeless. So it was a shame that Bastille held most of her favorite classics; their reading sessions had abruptly stopped with the feud going on. And she missed them. Desperately, she missed them - but she missed them with the Bastille who cared, who's voice dragged over the words and spoke in different voices for different characters and pointed out unfamiliar words for her.
"Dragons are awesome," Hazel supplied, voice tinged with excitement. She cast a glance at Bastille on her way over, feeling the left over bitterness from her snapping at him earlier, but allowing the involuntary action to slide anyway, regardless of prior events. "Dragons are in all sorts of different myths - but I think you'll find them most common in Norse mythology." She added, dragging her attention back to Slyva.
"Dragons are awesome," Hazel supplied, voice tinged with excitement. She cast a glance at Bastille on her way over, feeling the left over bitterness from her snapping at him earlier, but allowing the involuntary action to slide anyway, regardless of prior events. "Dragons are in all sorts of different myths - but I think you'll find them most common in Norse mythology." She added, dragging her attention back to Slyva.
★ — hazel — "speech" — seven months — the ascendants — tags — ★
Re: call of silence / open, reading - BASTILLEPAW - 06-08-2018
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Bastille offered no flicker of change at Margaery's arrival -- it was not so much tension any more as... nothingness. Apathy. Likely he'd entirely stopped avoiding her on purpose or standing as far away as possible, as if that involuntary anger when she appeared had disappeared. Instead, he simply carried on as if she were a stranger, not someone to draw a reaction out of him -- as if he simply did not care for her one way or another. And he supposed that he didn't, not when he could barely feel anything these days. Hell, half the time he only felt a flicker of anything toward someone was when he was with the girls. Maybe he had a weak spot for kids. (Rather, he had a weak spot for his mentor's kids only, but whatever.)
He tilted his head slightly, studying the cover, and noted that this one wasn't one that Pele had pilfered from his library. Bast wondered idly where else she was stealing books from, and drawled idly in response to Hazel's suggestion, "The Celtics have some interesting stories, too. I have something on the Welsh dragon's folklore, I'm fairly certain, if you're taking a particular interest in dragons." A pause as he considered, idly lost in thought as he mentally sorted through his options. "There's one particularly dry reference on most mythological creatures that's a bit awful to read, but the illustrations are nice. Remind me to find that one for you later."
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGSHe tilted his head slightly, studying the cover, and noted that this one wasn't one that Pele had pilfered from his library. Bast wondered idly where else she was stealing books from, and drawled idly in response to Hazel's suggestion, "The Celtics have some interesting stories, too. I have something on the Welsh dragon's folklore, I'm fairly certain, if you're taking a particular interest in dragons." A pause as he considered, idly lost in thought as he mentally sorted through his options. "There's one particularly dry reference on most mythological creatures that's a bit awful to read, but the illustrations are nice. Remind me to find that one for you later."
Re: call of silence / open, reading - guts - 06-08-2018
While Sylva wasn't oblivious to the tension between Bast and some of the other members, there were other things she hadn't noticed, such as the emptiness in Margaery's eyes. She liked the female, she was nice--but the drag of her voice was almost cold. While it wasn't directed at her specifically, sometimes she thought it was. The impression that Marg didn't like her wasn't too much of a reach in her mind, though it was definitely incorrect. "Oh, thank you! That's very nice of you, Miss Margaery!" she says, excitement seeping into her voice. She was eager to see all the kinds of books she had hidden away.
Then she looks over to Hazel, her excitement only encouraging her own. It was nice to have someone else who shared her interest in tales of fantasy, whether they were true or not. Needless to say, she was extremely happy to have all these new sources of stories.
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"SPEECH"
Then she looks over to Hazel, her excitement only encouraging her own. It was nice to have someone else who shared her interest in tales of fantasy, whether they were true or not. Needless to say, she was extremely happy to have all these new sources of stories.
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"SPEECH"