07-25-2018, 03:12 PM
[div style="margin-top: 30px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-family: palatino; font-size: 35px; color: white;"]VIVIAN
✯ — NOW MY HEART STUMBLES ON THINGS I DON'T KNOW
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Vivian had realized, not too long ago, that the world didn't want to go her way. She had spent her life traveling about, learning medicines and working with witchcraft. Her fingers had long since been dyed back by the salves she made, and in a way, Vivian only found those to appear like talons. When she was a young child, a harpy eagle had taken her doll and flown off. She had tracked down the harpy eagle, not too long after, slaying it and taking her doll back. Vivian didn't let things be taken from her, she realized shortly. That day, she had stolen one of the harpy eagle's children and disappeared from her hometown.
As she stood on her porch, her fingers extended, the metal claws she wore glimmering dully in the sun as her crow's talons wrapped about her hand, her head of black hair tilting as she watched the white winged crow watch the world about them. Her eyes glanced past the crow, to the outside world, her harpy eagle settled on the railing about the porch. She thought about it a moment, before lowering her hand down, settling the crow on the railing as well. She gathered her skirt, moving back towards where incense was burning gently on her porch.
Vivian sat, making neat notes in a notebook. Her writing utensil was not that of a pen, but rather a feather quill, dipped in dark blackberry juice- thickened, almost, to write with. Her hand writing was quick, yet neat, her eyes flickering towards the birds that rested on the porch time to time. When she wasn't looking, of course, the two of them would peck at each other, as if competing. Her fingers tapped on the quill, before she shook her head and quickly continued to write. Nay, taking care of two birds at once was not easy, she decided.
Eventually, Vivan leaned back in her char, eyes resting on the sky. She hadn't taken the trial yet, she had realized, after thinking a moment how she had come to rest in this city- this small town, hidden almost in the middle of nowhere. Vivian nodded to herself, deciding that would be what she did soon.
As she stood on her porch, her fingers extended, the metal claws she wore glimmering dully in the sun as her crow's talons wrapped about her hand, her head of black hair tilting as she watched the white winged crow watch the world about them. Her eyes glanced past the crow, to the outside world, her harpy eagle settled on the railing about the porch. She thought about it a moment, before lowering her hand down, settling the crow on the railing as well. She gathered her skirt, moving back towards where incense was burning gently on her porch.
Vivian sat, making neat notes in a notebook. Her writing utensil was not that of a pen, but rather a feather quill, dipped in dark blackberry juice- thickened, almost, to write with. Her hand writing was quick, yet neat, her eyes flickering towards the birds that rested on the porch time to time. When she wasn't looking, of course, the two of them would peck at each other, as if competing. Her fingers tapped on the quill, before she shook her head and quickly continued to write. Nay, taking care of two birds at once was not easy, she decided.
Eventually, Vivan leaned back in her char, eyes resting on the sky. She hadn't taken the trial yet, she had realized, after thinking a moment how she had come to rest in this city- this small town, hidden almost in the middle of nowhere. Vivian nodded to herself, deciding that would be what she did soon.
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#psychosocial.LEND ME YOUR HAND AND
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO
WE'LL CONQUER THEM ALL
[size=9pt]BUT LEND ME YOUR HEART AND I'LL JUST LET YOU FALL —— INFO