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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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she’s sitting atop one of the dunes outside of shell cottage, bare feet planted firmly in the sand. dominique had made a habit of returning to her childhood home when she needed a break from the chaos of her reality. at shell cottage, it was easy to forget that they were fighting in a war. maybe it was the feeling of the rush of wind against her cheeks that made her feel so safe, or the sound of the waves crashing against the shore or even the smell of salt against her skin that made it easy for her to slip into a calm state. or maybe it was just because shell cottage would always be her home. sometimes if she closed her eyes for long enough she could almost pretend she was a kid again, running along the shore as she bubbled with laughter.
she hears footsteps approaching and her head turns ever so slightly to find her mother approaching. leaning back on her palms, her pensive expression melts into a more contented one as hands move to hastily wipe the stray pieces of hair from her eyes. “mum ! hi, i wasn’t sure if anyone was home.” but of course, she always hoped someone was. days like these, when her mind seemed to be in a messy array of nonsense, her mother’s presence was what she craved the most. “want to sit with me? wind’s not too bad today.”
✶ — › closed for fleur ( @chelidcnium )
{ cis woman, she/hers } ❝ she belonged to herself only. she had edges, boundaries, tastes, definition down to her eyelashes. and when she walked it was clear she knew where she was going. ❞ huh, who’s KRISTINE FROSETH? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually DOMINIQUE WEASLEY. she is a 25 year old ⅛ VEELA witch who is A FREELANCE INVESTIGATIVE JOURNALIST. she is known for being BITTER, UNRULY, SPITEFUL, SELFISH, and GRACELESS but also AFFABLE, EXUBERANT, AUDACIOUS, CANDID, and EMPATHETIC, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song NOBODY’S BABY BY COIN and AN ETERNAL FLAME THAT PERSISTS ON BURNING, A NEVER ENDING BATTLE BETWEEN HEAD AND HEART, LAUGHING SO HARD IT HURTS, THE SOUND OF WAVES CRASHING AGAINST THE SHORE, A SCARLET PAINTED SMILE. i hear she is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him.
INTRODUCTION. PINTEREST.
can’t burn me/ if I am already on/ fire.
Katie Pukash, from “When They Try to Cut the Manic Out of Me They Realize That I Am an Always Burning Fire,” published in The Rising Phoenix Review (via lifeinpoetry)
Kristine Froseth in Junior (2017—)