one is a bird, two are the trees...

BEATRICE HAWTHORNE ; part-time grumpy bluebird, part-time grumpy girl. based on beatrice, over the garden wall. played by kiara for waltrp

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

“I GUESS I'M TRYING TO GET HOME TOO.”

based on: beatrice ( over the garden wall ) / added inspo: tba.

STATS:

full name: beatrice hawthorne. faceclaim: ellie bamber. gender (pronouns): cis woman (she/her). age: unknown. zodiac: tbd. orientation: unknown. occupation: courier (messenger bluebird). birthplace: somewhere in the unknown. song: curses - the crane wives. temperament: choleric. mbti: tba. enneagram: tba.

CURRENTLY:

messenger bird by day, cursed girl by night. perpetually tired, perpetually grumpy, trying to find a way to break her curse in between earning a living and adjusting to a whole new world. someone get her in a union.

PREVIOUSLY:

bio

Beatrice isn’t a bad person. She’s just not always a nice person. (And nowadays, she’s not even always a person.) 

Her whole life turned on the axis of one choice, one mistake, one bad day - the fateful day she threw a rock at a bluebird and earned herself and her entire family a curse. Maybe that should’ve taught her restraint and calm and propriety. But, nowadays, Beatrice can’t help being angry. Furious, even. Elias isn’t built for bluebirds and it burns in her stomach every time she’s given crumbs as payment or has to spend her precious few hours as an actual human being tracking down paperwork for the dispatcher on the other end of the phone who refuses to pay her what she's due.

The anger twists and dances in her stomach, fueling and fueled by the guilt she’s been carrying around since she first threw that rock. It’s a burden she can never forget, not even when she’s human. It lingers and flickers in the corner of her eye just like her curse does. The half-formed state of it - of herself - feels like mockery. She hasn’t fixed it yet. She still carries that duty, even in another world. And now, she might not ever see its fruition. 

Her family loved her. It didn’t help. She needed to fix it before she could face them, or that’s what she told herself, and now she’s getting pretty certain she’ll never see them again. Her loyalty is a sharp thing, liable to cut those who get in the way. (Or herself. She has too many regrets.)

Her tongue is sharp too. She doesn’t try very hard to be pleasant. Wirt and Greg ended up liking her anyway. She ended up liking them too, more than she ever planned. The world is a cruel, uncaring, terrible place, but they made her laugh. They stuck by her and she stuck by them. She wanted to help them because she liked them, not just because of her curse.

So, she isn’t always nice. She isn’t always thoughtful, either. She has plenty of cleverness and common sense, but there’s a burning inside her that overwhelms it sometimes. Maybe it’s love. Maybe it’s anger. Maybe it’s both, and more besides. All this to say: it was impulsive when she threw the rock. And it was impulsive when she dove in after Wirt and Greg. That’s who Beatrice is. Fire-hearted in her best and worst moments.

Fire for a heart and a stone of guilt sitting sharp and heavy in her stomach. Impulsive, abrasive, stubborn. A cruel little girl who’d throw a rock at a bird. A thoughtless little girl who doomed her family. A brave woman, maybe, who tried to save her friends and suffered the consequences. Who’s still trying to save them, and her family, and herself, despite it all. Hope is the thing with feathers, and, like her feathers, she just can’t escape it.

CONNECTIONS:

tba

[conspriacies]

“  ehh…  ”  dipper  wobbles  a  hand,  palm  flat  to  the  floor.  “  but  indoors  you’ve  gotta  worry  about  ghosts.  and  if  there’s  a  ghost  haunting  some  rich  person’s  place,  odds  are  it’s  way  more  VENGEFUL  than  anything  you’ll  find  in  the  woods,  ”  which  isn’t  a  baseless  assumption;  the  angriest  spirits  he’s  ever  encountered  were  usually  indoors.  palaces  &  mansions  have  a  way  of  being  built  on  somebody  else’s  sweat,  tears,  and  grief.  or  somebody  with  a  bone  to  pick  over  having  it  worse;  though  this  rationale  could  all  be  easily  applicable  to  curses,  dipper  realizes.  “  in  your  experience?  ”  he  adds,  tilting  his  head.

“  i  didn’t  just  leave  it  lying  around.  ”  a  pause.  “  ...  okay,  i  did.  but  you  try  dancing  while  you’ve  got  a  block  attached  to  your  side.  ”  he  gives  a  small  shrug.  “  besides,  i  don’t  think  anything  in  here  is  worth  stealing.  ”

phone,  wallet,  journal;  all  accounted  for,  tucked  safely  into  his  suit.  he  can  thank  mabel  for  that  one,  who  managed  to  construct  something  with  pockets  deep  enough  to  actually  be  useful,  making  his  night  less  of  a  logistical  nightmare.

as  for  the  bag,  dipper  unzips  it  all  the  way  and  holds  its  open  face—similar  to  a  magician’s  level  of  theatrics,  though  with  contents  not  as  showy  in  this  instance—before  carefully  lifting  out  a  slim  plastic  container.  he  pops  the  lid,  revealing  an  assortment  of  macarons,  obtained  earlier  during  his  kitchen  sneak  with  a  councilor.  “  you  wanted  fancy  food,  right?  ”

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

“depends on the woods,” beatrice points out, a distant look in her eyes. “and if it comes to it, i can deal with a ghost. just go somewhere else and leave it be.” were there ghosts here? she hadn't encountered anything, but she hadn't exactly been looking either. there'd been some big battle or something here, right? she wasn't too sure how ghosts were made, but that seemed like the kind of thing that would make them. oh well, not her problem. she sighs at his follow up question. the last thing she wants to think about is curses, even if she did bring them up. “yep. that's what i said. good listening!” she answers, dismissive and condescendingly chirpy.

“if you were planning to dance, why bring it?” she mutters with a frown. that's just poor planning. the answer is, apparently, not far away. she watches, her face schooled into an unimpressed mask as he starts with theatrics to reveal - macarons? what, did he raid a tray of food or something?

“uh. yeah. how long have those been in there?” she asks, any dubiousness undermined by her reaching out to grab two with a quickness that comes from growing up with a whole house full of siblings who'd snatch the last sweet from right under your nose. “what, did you bring the bag just to smuggle food out?”

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

TASK 001.

I WISH I WERE A GIRL AGAIN, HALF-SAVAGE AND HARDY AND FREE.

[shadowjinu]

jinu shrugged. it was probably left over from being a servant. he was a musician in the palace, but that didn't mean if someone asked him for something he wasn't supposed to say no. this sort of place brought back some of the memories that he saw in flashes. but he doesn't want to talk about that. jinu didn't want to remember anything about his past or for anyone to know his past. all he wanted to do was be rid of everything in his mind and be his own person. he sighed. "alright, next time." around beatrice, he'd make sure that he had somewhat of a spine.

he laughed. "now i hope people aren't breaking into my apartment. i have a large collection of vinyls that i don't want stolen." that wasn't all that was valuable in his apartment, but that really didn't matter in the end. he wasn't going to go around and talk about the weapons that he had there. "we could, but i kind of like here. aside from being surrounded by people who think i'm a celebrity."

the demon hummed and nodded, then went off to grab some snacks. he returned a couple of minutes later. "i got water too, i didn't know if you'd rather have champagne."

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

“what, are vinyls expensive or something?” another new thing in this stupid world that's nothing like hers. are vinyls easy to steal? she has no clue. she isn't even sure she's saying it right. whatever. if it was important, she would have had to figure it out by now, she reminds herself.

she makes an effort to squash her brooding while he's gone, scanning the ballroom with sharp eyes. honestly, the best bet for a little quiet might be to just get outside entirely. “water is fine, thanks,” she answers dismissively, more focused on grabbing one of the pastries and taking a bite. so much better than bird food. she grabs her water in one hand and his sleeve in the other and starts leading them away from her hiding spot to a new, slightly more accommodating hiding spot. “so, you're... famous? for what?” she asks once she's finished chewing.

[thelostthakkar]

milo wasn't sure when the last time he went to an event this fancy was; there had been times with his grandfather when he was young and glued to his hip, back when being awkward and smart was still considered cute, and then various christmas parties and fundraising events with the smithsonian, but nothing he'd ever been to had ever been quite this spectacular.

he’d spent the majority of the evening so far wandering between the sides of the ballroom and the gardens, but his nosiness had always got the better of him eventually. champagne glass in one hand and napkin-wrapped treats shoved into his pockets, milo was attempting to find himself a more secretive corner to hide away in when he pulled back the curtain to find beatrice.

he stares at her for a moment, wide eyed and free hand up in the air defensively. “i’m sorry! i was just trying to find somewhere better to hide, apparently we had the same thing in mind.” milo chuckles, there’s a hint of awkwardness to it. “i do actually have some cake, if you wanted some? as a peace offering?”

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

she stares for a moment as she registers that it is milo she's snapping at. he probably doesn't deserve that, no matter how she's feeling. he's harmless, as far as she can tell.

and awkward. she isn't sure if she wants his company when she's in a bad mood. but then again...

“... what kind of cake is it?” she asks, eyeing him skeptically. then she remembers how long she lived her life without cake as an option. “what am i saying, it's cake. fine. you can stay here.” she gestures magnanimously to invite him to stay, steadfastly ignoring the flash of blue feathers in her reflection in the window.

“no offense, but this doesn't really seem like your thing. i wouldn't really picture you as a party person,” she comments as she waits for him to get settled. she tugs the curtain closed a little more, the dimmed light just so happening to make it harder to see her reflection.

[reapingsoul]

grim furrowed his eyebrows. the hostility was unwarranted. even if he was used to it—courtesy of the people he had come across during his work, and of course, mandy—it was still frustrating to experience. a part of him felt wounded, and he hated how it felt, like some kid who got knocked down by another at the playground. azrael grim has no time for childish emotions.

he let out a scoff. "i would, but if you're hoping for me to catch on fire, then i must disappoint you." he turned to fire breathers, which he spotted at the far corner of the area, and with the flick of his finger, the fire was extinguished. cue the confusion from the fire breathers. he couldn't help but laugh before returning his attention back to the girl. "you're combative," he said. "are you that bored?" he pointed to the exit. "run along then. just go home."

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

there's really no way he could have known his words would poke at one of her biggest sore spots, but beatrice wants to hold it against him anyway. go home. how funny. now she really wants to punch him. just one little stomp on his foot? no, you're not a dumb, impulsive child anymore. do not throw a rock at the magic man. she swallows down the lump in her throat at the thought of home.

“you're the one that started asking me stupid questions when i obviously wanted to be left alone. how bored are you?” she shoots back, words as a shield. if she knows anything about magic, it's that it will do what it wants to who it wants. she has very little reason to believe most people who wield it are much better. much as she hates it, she felt a flicker of fear at his party trick. and she really does hate that. “and it would have been more impressive if you'd stuck your hand in the fire and magically been fine. putting out a fire is something people can actually do without magic,” she adds, somewhere between defensive and defiant.

[skellingtonisms]

#𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝗋 ›› ft. Jasper Skellington location: summer solstice ball notes: this starter does contain elements of tw body horror. Please reply & read at your own discretion.

The expensive suit that covered his body ripped. The designer threads held on for dear life until the fabric fell to the floor, pooling at Jasper's feet. Flesh followed suit. His body, once covered in pale skin, was now shedding, revealing the ivory body beneath. Twisting and controlling as his body slotted together like puzzle pieces to create who he really was. The transformation looked painful, but for Jasper, this was natural. The last time his body had taken this form in public, it had lost all autonomy due to an amulet Orion had placed around him. Controlling his every action and whim. The thought of that happening again caused panic to surge up in the skeleton's chest. Bubbling until a roar left his throat. The panic released with it, but still settling in his open chest cavity.  Finger nails were now replaced with long claws, human teeth were now replaced with razor-sharp ones, and open eye sockets that glowed bright neon green. Already coming in at the staggering height of 6’5, five more inches were granted to the skeleton, now leaving him a towering 7ft. That is, if he wanted to stay that height. He could always get bigger. When the invisible puppet master's strings didn’t tug at Jasper’s joints, a sense of ease washed over him. His mind wasn’t entirely assured that chaos wouldn’t ensue from his end, but he had merely transformed. He took a moment to take in the sight of himself. Hands turning over and over to make sure this was real and not some twisted nightmare. With each blink, he wondered if he would turn back into a human, but all he saw after each second of darkness was the same bony digits. The world phased back, slamming into his senses. There was no warning, just the abrupt sound of screams. Jasper assumed they were coming due to him, but when he looked around, he saw the mess that was unfolding.  “Be careful,” He lamented as the body slammed into his leg. He looked down at the individual and held his hands up in surrender. “Don’t be frightened. I won’t hurt you.” He would never hurt anyone. “Are you alright?”

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

The transformation always hurt, but never in any way Beatrice could really remember. It was always too quick for that. It was a little like touching hot metal - you pulled away instantly, before you even realised you'd done it. The pain lingered but the white hot moment of contact didn't. When she changes it is instant and the ache tries to cling to her bones, but the moments of transformation are too fast and too much to register. Her mind flinches away from it.

It doesn't come without warning though. When her fingers start turning to feathers at the ball, she knows what it means even though it makes no sense. Her eyes instinctively look for a window - as if sunrise could somehow come without her realising - but it's still dark out. Her shadow twists wildly as she stumbles to her knees. Her silhouette flickers like candlelight in the wind and she feels emptiness in her bones. Then the transformation comes.

Her instinct is flight - things are going weird, get out of there. Even as a human, her first instinct is to flap her wings and take off. She tries not to think about it.

Here, her instinct gets her only so far before she slams into something, not even that far off the ground. A leg?

“Don't step on me, fool!” she snaps before she even looks up at him. Then she looks up at him. “Oh, you're...”

It's strange, but for once a familiar sort of strange. Talking skeleton. Feels like home. She flies up and around him, flapping in place near his eye line but with a little distance so if he decides to grab her or something, she's not screwed. She doesn't say she's not frightened, because she doubts she could pull off the lie, but she isn't really frightened of him.

She wants to scowl at his question, but the expression doesn't work right on a bird face. Hopefully her tone does the heavy lifting. “No! Are you? What's happening?”

[conspriacies]

       dipper’s  brow  furrows  at  the  hostility  in  her  voice,  but  it  doesn’t  send  him  away.  “  hey,  relax,  ”  he  says,  lifting  both  hands  in  surrender.  “  i’m  not  gonna  steal  your  hiding  spot.  honestly,  i  don’t  blame  you  for  hiding  from—  ”  he  trails  off,  gesturing  vaguely  with  a  brief  circle  of  his  hand.  “  —all  of  this.  ”

       “  i’m  just  gonna  reach  past  you  for  a  second.  ”  edging  closer,  dipper  tugs  the  curtain  back  slightly  farther,  revealing  a  well-worn  brown  satchel  tucked  against  the  wall  where  he’d  left  it  earlier,  when  he  was  hiding  here  earlier—though,  not  with  the  dusty  curtain,  which  got  him  dragged  out  to  the  dancefloor.  his  mistake.  he  slings  it  over  one  shoulder,  unzipping  the  bag  just  enough  to  confirm  its  contents  are  still  intact.        “  y’know,  for  future  reference,  ”  he  says,  “  if  you  are  looking  for  a  place  to  quietly  ditch,  there  are  some  trees  out  in  the  courtyard.  ”  dipper  looks  past  her,  out  the  window  to  the  gardens.  “  more  room,  fewer  people.  definitely  less  overstimulating.  ”

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

being told to relax just makes her frown more, but learning that he was actually here first dulls the fire. beatrice still doesn't appreciate being bothered, but she can't help feeling bad. he isn't even invoking any 'i was here first' dibs and the thought makes her heart twinge. her little brother would never shut up about it.

“trees? outside? really?” she says with sarcastic eagerness, before the guilt flares up again to war with her prickliness. she sighs, turning to look out the window at the gardens and then the city, all strange in the wrong way. “outside is all wrong too, i just... needed a second. and in my experience, you're a lot less likely to get cursed when you're indoors,” she continues, her best attempt at an olive branch.

she clears her throat and tears her gaze away from the view to eye the bag he's picked up with blatant curiosity. “what've you got in there?” she asks, hoping to change the subject. “and why're you leaving it lying around? good way to get things stolen, you know.”

[casimirdraven]

casimir froze mid-step, one hand still holding the curtain aside while the other lifted in surrender. "well, lucky for you," he said with an easy grin, producing a small plate he'd liberated from one of the servers, "i happen to come bearing fancy food."

he leaned casually against the window frame, eyes dancing with amusement. "and here i thought i'd discovered the most beautiful view at the ball." his smile softened just enough to take the sting out of the flirtation. "turns out it was just occupied already. mind if i rent the other half of the window? i promise i'm excellent company... or at least considerably better than the people out there."

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

“uhhh,” beatrice says, thrown off balance enough that her mind goes blank. her face feels hot. is she blushing? of all the times to not be a bird - at least then she doesn't have figure out how to respond to flirting. “right. yes, you can stay. since you brought food.” she shuffles further back against the window frame, tucking her legs closer to give him room. “although, better than people out there could still be pretty mediocre, as far as i know. if you're such good company, what are you doing hiding away with me? trying to escape your adoring fans?” she asks, recovering enough to give the words a sardonic edge, though the hostility has largely drained away.

[shadowjinu]

jinu didn't have a lot of friends. it seemed like a lot of the people he spoke to hated him the minute they spoke to him. while the rest of his group did like him, he was their commander, their leader, that position made it difficult to be friends with them. so when someone didn't automatically hate him the second they met, he felt like he was partially determined to keep that going. jinu felt like he could typically win people over, like violet, but not everyone seemed to like that.

he shrugged. "what else am i supposed to do?" he really didn't want to be here tonight, anyway. "no, not really. i don't have a lot of friends." and it wasn't from lack of trying.

the idol looked across the ballroom, watching people as they didn't seem to care about him in the corner. for once he'd managed to slip away, be the shadow he was meant to be. "if the whole town is here," he started, then turned to look at the city, "then what's happening out there?" he asked, though didn't expect an answer. jinu looked to the table. "any preferences, or am i free to choose whatever i want? because if i grab a whole plate of stuff you hate and have to go all the way back then i'm gonna feel like i've wasted a whole trip."

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

“have a spine,” beatrice answers blithely, with a shrug of her own. woah, do her shoulders always feel like that? when was the last time she shrugged as a human? she shoves the thought aside to muster some sympathetic noises at his lack of friends. she can relate, a little. she's used to spending time alone and even before that, it was mostly just her and her family.

when he looks out the window, she turns her head to follow his gaze. the lights look so strange. she's still not used to them. she frowns thoughtfully at his question. “i don't know. theft?” it seems like a decent time for it. “we could go find out,” she adds, thoughtfully.

“choose whatever. but make sure you get some of those little cheese pastry things, i want to eat as many as i can while i can still digest them.” her eyes light up with a flash of childish eagerness, the ghost of a grin on her lips.

[clawthorncs]

king had been searching for the tiny bird when he noticed a curtain shift. curious more than anything, he eased it aside “...wwwoah!” he lifted his fee hand instinctively while the other carefully rescued the glass from spilling. “okayy…soo.. nope. definitely didn't mean to startle you." a grin tugged at his lips despite himself. "also" he tilted his head to the side “jiminy christmas' is... honestly kind of incredible." he gazed down at the half-empty glass in his hand “...well.. i've got..." he lifted the flute and squainted at it . "...fancy grape juice”

he glanced back toward the ballroom before looking at her little sanctuary again."...i wasn't trying to steal your hiding spot." a softer smile settled on his face. "just saw someone disappear behind the curtain and thought maybe they needed rescuing." he scratched the back of his neck "or maybe i was the one looking for somewhere to disappear for a minute."

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

beatrice narrows her eyes, trying to figure it out if he's making fun of her. him not spilling anything on her is point in his favour, at least - she hates having to waste valuable time with proper human hands on laundry. “gross. i don't want your grape juice backwash.”

she turns away as he smiles, feeling herself frowning automatically in response. “do you meet a lot of people who need rescuing from curtains?” she shoots back sardonically. she focuses out the window, on the lights of the city. and then beyond that, into the darkness surrounding this place. she glances back at him as he continues. she blows out a put upon sigh, lifting one foot up onto the window sill and wrapping her arms around her bent knee. “if you're going to stick around, then sit down and close the curtain, will you? it's not disappearing if everyone can spy on us.” she gestures magnanimously at the free section of window seat opposite her. “just remember, you owe me some of those little cakes they have for letting you stay.”

[reapingsoul]

the jury is still out on whether grim is enjoying his time at the ball. however, with the way that he has been lurking around the edges of the crowd and keeping to himself in the corners of the room, it's suffice to say that grim is... indifferent.

it might be a bad idea to come here. as a grim reaper, one who had been brought to elias to reap souls prematurely, it would make more sense for grim to remain in the shadows — never let anyone see his face. in a way, he supposes this was a minute way to rebel against the circumstances that forced him here.

but he can't even bring himself to embrace this defiant act, hence why he just keeps to himself. and looks he's not the only one who has the same thought process.

the shuffling and movement of the curtain indicate someone is behind there. with one big swoop, grim pulls back the curtain.

"do i look like a server?" grim spits out. "you're hiding, but from what?" he decides that the other person could entertain him for the next few minutes. "let's see... your parent, a friend, an enemy?"

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

beatrice scowls. she wants to kick him, but as she's eyeing his shin speculatively, she swears she can feel the curse thrumming in her skin like a warning. instead she crosses her arms, curling her fingers into fists. they feel like talons, but she can't see if they actually are and has no desire to check.

you probably won't get cursed for kicking this asshole, but better smart than stupid. or whatever.

“do i look like i want your commentary? wrong on all counts, congratulations. turns out you're not a head doctor, either,” she answers. he's only mostly wrong, but hiding from memories isn't the same as hiding from a person so guess again, weirdo. she adds, with sarcastic sweetness, “don't you have something better to do? i hear there's fire-breathers somewhere, why don't you go stand real close to them?”

[shadowjinu]

jinu didn't know what he expected from the ball. it was overwhelming to some degree, all the smells of food, the visuals of preformers, the sound of music and light conversations among the partygoers. it reminded him of the parties he never was allowed to attend as a guest. jinu never had full memories of those times, flashes of him working events like this, playing music. all his memories were about music. jinu was over the ball the second he walked in. while he enjoyed being the leader of his group, he seemed separate from them the second they all stepped foot somewhere together. this ball felt... more elevated than balls he'd attended on the past.

he wondered what the rest of the city looked like with what seemed like the majority of the population at the ball. the windows all had curtains. he pulled on back slowly only to see another probably also wanting a break from the crowds. he understood, though there were probably a bunch of other places that were better to hide. jinu was not going to point that out. at least for him, there were probably plenty of people that were paying attention to his every move.

"sorry. i can offer food or drinks. whatever you want."

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

unfortunately, the immediate apology and acquiescence just reminds her of wirt, which does not help. something spiky does a somersault in her stomach, and her words gain a vaguely guilty aftertaste. that was sort of normal for her, though.

“really? just like that?” she questions with a dubious frown. “wow. you're kind of a pushover, huh?”

she peers around the curtain at the rest of the party and points out a table with food. in the light of the rest of the ballroom, she can see her silhouette flickering slightly. she ignores it. “if you grab a plate of stuff from that table, i'll find a spot for both of us to hide.”

[bluebeatricehawthorne]

STATUS: open

LOCATION: summer solstice ball, evening/night

Beatrice curls into her seat on the window ledge, forcefully yanking the curtain closed to hide her from the rest of the ball. She rests her feet against the sliver of wall opposite her, covering her knees in a swathe of blue fabric. This whole thing is stupid. She shouldn't have come. Between the fire-eaters and the sword-swallowers, there's too much happening to feel like home.

She catches a glimpse of her reflection in the window - wrong - and habitually lifts a hand to feel for feathers. It flutters there a moment before she pulls it away lest she ruin her hair. She'd put it up in a half-remembered copy of the way her mother used to do it, the way she herself had begrudgingly done it for one of her sisters. The dress she's wearing feels like something half-remembered too. Same with the dancing. When she looks at the ballroom she remembers learning to dance. Standing on her father's feet while they whirled around in front of the fire. And later too, the more formal stuff with her mother reminding her of the footwork. A ball, and she's hiding herself away. Mother would be so disappointed, she thinks like a needle to the heart.

She huffs out a beleaguered sigh. Then startles badly as someone pushes aside the curtain hiding her away. “Jiminy Christmas!” she scowls, dropping her feet back down to the floor. “Unless you're here to offer me fancy food, this spot's taken!”

[waltrp]

Beatrice Hawthorne ✦ Beatrice ✦ Ellie Bamber ✦ Over The Garden Wall

KILL THE CHAOS, FIND THE BALANCE

CURRENT AGE: unknown

SPECIES: human (cursed)

OCCUPATION: daytime courier (bluebird messenger)

AVAILABILITY: open

AROUND WE GO, BEATRICE HAWTHORNE

Beatrice never meant for her life to look like this. Split between feathers and skin. Regret and razor-edged loyalty. Girl and Bird and something strange in-between. Her story begins the way it always has: one rock. one impulsive throw.one curse that swallowed her entire family and left her with guilt too sharp for a child to carry. The curse was simple in its cruelty. Only a selfless act could save them. She thought she’d found it. She thought helping Wirt and Greg defeat the Beast would be enough. She thought her burden was finally ending. But then she watched the boys fall into the river. Watched Wirt’s hand slip beneath the water.Watched Greg disappear under the surface. She watched their last breath bubble upward and vanish. The Unknown survived the moment. She didn’t. Beatrice did not think. She just followed.She reached for their souls as they drifted free..but she was too slow..something older and impossibly vast caught them first.A well beneath worlds. She arrived too late to stop it. And when the Well pulled her through too, her curse fractured in the crossing. By day: She is a bluebird—fast, sharp, furious, and the best courier in Elias whether she likes it or not. Delivering messages, charms, warnings, and gossip.She is paid in crumbs, coins, or whatever people think birds eat. She despises all of it but She is excellent at her job. By night: She becomes human again. but not cleanly.The edges of her silhouette flicker. Her shadow looks wrong. Her voice sometimes echoes as if she’s speaking through feathers instead of lips. She files her courier paperwork in her human hours, arguing fiercely with the dispatcher about late fees, unfair wages, and the insult of being paid “bird rates” when she does twice the work of any human courier. She keeps busy. It keeps the grief from choking her. But Beatrice carries a truth Wirt could never bear: The boys who walk beside her now are reconstructed wishes, souls rewritten by a well that never lets go of what it remakes. So she says nothing. Because Wirt already carries enough fear for ten lifetimes. Because Greg deserves to laugh without knowing what he traded. Because if she told the truth, something in Wirt would break,and something in Greg would try to fix it. But she is here- a bluebird with fire where her heart should be, a girl who followed the boys she nearly doomed, and a courier who flies every day through a city that seems determined to break her just to see if she’ll fight back. One day she’ll find her selfless act. One day she’ll set her family free. One day she’ll stand in the daylight as herself. But until then…she flies.

CONNECTIONS LOADING...

wirt & greg bramwell

[roseworth]

i don’t want to be angry anymore i’m never going to hate again unless someone says something really stupid or if i see something i don’t like at all or maybe just whenever i feel like it

[goodsirs]

Ellie Bamber as Elora Danan in Willow — 1.07 “Beyond the Shattered Sea”