* NEVERMORE.

independent dahlia from carnival row. dash - only & headcanon-based.

[thatantisocialbitch]

[bhfeices-blog]

I’m not interested in being easy on the eyes. i want them to flinch, think twice before they reach out their callous hands to bruise. i want to be a constant reminder to them that not everything is their for the taking.

independent dash-only dahlia from carnival row. written with heavy influence from headcanon and what little canon material has been offered from the show.

[bhfeices-blog]

I’m not interested in being easy on the eyes. i want them to flinch, think twice before they reach out their callous hands to bruise. i want to be a constant reminder to them that not everything is their for the taking.

independent dash-only dahlia from carnival row. written with heavy influence from headcanon and what little canon material has been offered from the show.

[anthanios]

““Look at my face: I am not afraid of any man alive.””

— Wolf Hall, Hilary Mantel (via warhunting)

[bhfeices-blog]

        before i fall asleep ( i realise i haven’t been here at all today .  energy levels are rock bottom ) you guys should totally check out the PINTEREST I’ve made for dahlia. this will also do for a small to do list.

write pages ( rules, bio, verses ).

TAGS.

those fucking starters.

meta on body language.

finish sorting theme.

meta on how dahlia uses fear as a way of controlling those working for her. incl. eye heavy eye contact.

the first betrayal of her trust that led to her being completely okay with killing people she doesn’t trust.

meta on vignette stonemoss / how she interacts with her.

what happened to her when she first came to the burgue.       

      i may or may not elaborate on some of these and add little bits and bobs depending on the mood i’m in when tomorrow rolls around. for now, i bid you all a fond good night and a pleasant tomorrow.

[achosaint]

Vignette Stonemoss is afraid of Dahlia. This is fact.

Ft. @bhfeices

[bhfeices-blog]

i’m going to bed so like this for a smol starter.

[bhfeices-blog]

Alrighty, I’m gonna work on a google doc or something, but for now my rules can be found over @onlyliberty.

[bhfeices-blog]

* &. VIGNETTE STONEMOSS.

       She is stiff. Hands settled calmly at her sides, a rapid blink when she again, tried to meet her eye. But her gaze only found itself rising no higher than Dahlia’s cheekbones. The close proximity was more than enough to make her feel smaller, it was a feeling that she was unfamiliar with. A feeling that she had no notion could be instilled within her, a sort of caution that was not there before. Unfathomable was such a prospect of killin’ her own kind, but to see it happen? She had seen her do it; and there was so many who would do it for her on a mere whim of Dahlia’s word? It struck Vignette, and seemed far more fierce than any wolf curse that she’d faced.

        Vignette thinks she might prefer the wolves to this.

        “No.” Answer is clear, honest, with the ghost of a tug at her back to remind her what would happen if she dared consider lying. “I ain’t one to blush.. It’d be stupid to do so.”

        Wolves would be kinder. They didn’t play with the things that interest them. No, they ripped out the throat and ate while the corpse was still warm. Dahlia’s had her fill of stupid sheep, bleating and scurrying around the city with their compliance and their easy lives. They ought to be angry as she was -- as she is! Of how they have hurt fae and puck alike - of how they have suffered because they were wonderful, glorious things. It’s jealousy. That’s all it was. They were jealous that they hadn’t known the freedom of the open sky, the sound of the wind’s laughter in their ears! Wretched, putrid leggers. 

       Dahlia stares at her for a long moment. Pondering, ruminating. She doesn’t meet her eye. She never does. Perhaps she makes her feel small, but for definite, she makes her uncomfortable. 

        “Then why are you avoiding my eye, Sparrowhawk?”

[bhfeices-blog]

* & VIGNETTE STONEMOSS..

       Sudden straighten of spin and set of shoulders, with a nervous clench of her jaw. Eyes turn to meet hers, only to flit away to focus elsewhere, before her chin dips briefly. But then she meets her eye - but gaze flits away every so often. Eye contact hard to maintain.

        “Dahlia.”

      There’s something about how she squirms that pleases her. She may hide it well from some, but it radiates off of her in waves. That was how one acquired loyalty. They do not need to love her, they needed to fear her and the repercussions of her rage. Dark, dangerous. Foetid. Like a vicious rot that would carve holes in their guts like acid. There’s a small lift at the corners of her mouth. It’s slight, but it’s there. She likes her terror, like some might enjoy the warmth of a new coat on a cold morning.

       “I trust you’ve not been gallivanting through the streets like a blushing maid with that copper at your hip, have you?”

[bhfeices-blog]

achosaint‌.

      trying to keep a straight face when @bhfeices​ appears.

    ... GETS RIGHT IN HER FACE. ANTHONY HOPKINS VOICE.                                        “HEWWO, VIGNETTE.”

[bhfeices-blog]

I’m talking to @achosaint about dahlia and the startling realisation is that Dahlia is what Vignette might’ve become had she been left to fend for herself in the Burgue, and Vignette is what Dahlia herself might’ve been had someone stopped a moment to care for her.