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elizabeth green. 22. apothecary. citizen of eden.

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queenmoreau:

Isolde was heading back to the field that they were supposed to spend their nights at,  but after spending her entire life sleeping on big, comfortable beds Isolde would just lay awake staring at the stars, trying to make the ground as comfortable as possible. But after a few days she had gotten bored and snuck away when one of the barbarians was asleep, now it had become a habit and she spent every night wandering the streets of what was once Aura. 

Isolde kept her gaze ahead, focusing on the soft tinges of pink in the sky that signalled it was time to go back. She picked up her pace and dropped her gaze to her dirty boots so that she wouldn’t trip. She was so focused that she almost didn’t see another woman round a corner. Isolde stopped abruptly but it still avoid the other running into her. “Trying to escape the barbarians loud snoring” Isolde said with a smile  “Why are you out here?” 

Elizabeth tried to calm down. She knew her guilt was written all over her face right now, and she couldn’t afford to get caught now. This might be her last chance, or -- she was pretty sure these barbarians did public whippings, she could be in real trouble. This woman was different, though, set her at ease. She had poise, where the barbarians had nothing but awful, awful posture. This woman was on her side. 

And oddly familiar. “Trying to escape the barbarians, period. I--” Hang on. She knew exactly why this woman looked so familiar. Taking a quick look over her shoulder, she bobbed a curtsy, trying to collect her thoughts. “My lady - I mean, your majesty. I come from Eden. After the festival, I - I’m trying to go home. Excuse me.” What did you say to a reigning (?) monarch like this? 

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lyraxblanclair:

Lyra had managed to steal away from the tent just as the sun was coming over the horizon. Of late she had been acting as both a cupbearer and lady in waiting to one a barbarian woman with some kind of status amongst her people. What she had learned since the attack was that if anyone in the barbarian’s company was awake then they were drinking and it seemed like they were always awake - even into the wee hours of the night. 

Looking over both of her shoulders to be sure that she hadn’t woken anyone else in the tent up as she escaped left, Lyra was oblivious to the woman walking towards her - at least not until they collided. She didn’t know the woman before her, but she could tell that she wasn’t one of her captors. Her hand clamped over the other woman’s mouth as she opened it. “Shhh, don’t speak so loud, someone will hear you,” the spy said in a harsh whisper, before letting the woman speak again. “I’m doing the same thing you are.”

Elizabeth didn’t scream when the girl grabbed her face, but she was sorely tempted. For a second she had been sure she was about to get dragged away into the darkness and murdered if she was lucky, but when no one smashed her head in she relaxed a little and looked over the person properly. Gods, the stranger was even smaller than she was. Any irritation she might have felt at being told to shut up was swallowed by hope. Two people were harder to sneak out than one, but… maybe together they’d have a chance.

She tried speaking again, even quieter. “I don’t know how to get out of this city, I’m not from here. Do you…” Gods, she didn’t have any weapon, nothing to defend herself with, and she sure as hell wasn’t a trained fighter. How was she going to pull this off? “I’m Elizabeth. Please tell me you have a plan.”

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yo I have work tomorrow but i don’t want to do any of it so if any of y’all want me to make a moodboard for someone i’m down!!!!!!!! I am so down i’m just painting sets so i’ll have AGES for internet nonsense

[robotmango]

me, crouched down in front of my tomato plants, examining a pattern of insect bites on their lower leaves: i’m going to fucking kill whoever did this. i’m going to kill them for you. don’t worry, babies. I’m going to murder every single son of a bitch who ever got a mouthful of you. they’ll die screaming

my neighbor, who i did not realize was also outside, standing behind the fence: oh! okay. you’re talking to the plants. okay.

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bvrbaric:

Her head tilted as the other spoke, as though confused by her words. Which, she vaguely was considering how the other was blatantly disobeying her. “Oh, is that right? Because I was under the impression that you did what I asked.” Ariadne replied, closing the distance between herself and the woman. Her eyes seared into the defiant woman, her lips pulled taut into a frown. “What’s so important that you’re risking to lose a finger… because that’s what’s at stake here. I get cranky when I’m made after all.”

Elizabeth was getting scared and angry, which was a shitty combination. This barbarian was just getting too close, and she knew that was dangerous but she hated being talked down to. She made herself avert her eyes, take a breath. “I work in the medical tent. I was supposed to get thing from the kitchen so we can make a poultice so one of your warriors doesn’t die of blood poisoning, but I can see how what you want takes precedence.” She was using her very best polite tone, doing her best to keep the sarcasm under control. She did rather like having ten fingers. 

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Elizabeth hadn’t been planning it, but the timing had been right and she wasn’t going to screw her one chance up. She’d been woken up by someone coming into the tent after a bar brawl, but after a few stitches the barbarian had gone home and she was... alone. It felt like it had been months since she’d had a second to herself. 

She was getting out of here. 

She walked with purpose. It’s not like there would be any reason for someone to be so driven at the asscrack of dawn, but she did it anyway. This might be her only chance to get away, and she wasn’t going to mess it up, not if she could help it. But walking around a corner she strode right into someone, practically bounced off their chest. Damnit. “I wasn’t -- what are you doing out so late?” 

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tclbott:

His hand dropped to his side, from where it hovered over his wound like a curious child. “Dominic. Pleased to meet you.” he smiled, extending his good arm to greet her. At her question, he merely shrugged. It was less about him than it was the barbarians, Dom liked to think. And if he was going to be reduced from his former self either way, the information might as well stay bottled up. “It’s – not important.” he finally settled on. “How’s the outside? A lot different than in here I’d imagine.” Dominic paused on that, worry crossing his features briefly. “Just how bad is it out there?”

Elizabeth looked up from her examination to shake his hand, smiling faintly. Why wasn’t he going to tell her? He wasn’t some ax murderer that even the barbarians wanted locked up, was he? Obviously he was important enough to need a healer, but -- but it wasn’t her job to speculate. At his question, her face fell a little. “I don’t see much, they keep me on a pretty short leash. I hear rumours, though. Queen of Eden’s supposed to be working in a field somewhere. I don’t know about the other kingdoms. It’s a mess.” She shrugged, starting to clean the wound. 

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bvrbaric:

Ariadne considered the curly-haired woman from afar before deciding that she was of little concern or interest to her. It was the simple word ‘kitchen’ that drew her in. The young woman hadn’t realized how hungry she was until the thought of food was brought to her mind. Hopping up from her temporary throne, Ariadne almost skipped towards the other. “Kitchens it is. What’re you makin’ me? Chicken? Oh, or maybe a tender roast.”

“...no, I’m not making you anything.” Elizabeth said, finally, although she knew it was dangerous. “That’s not what I do.” This chick was kidding, right? At least a little? Then again, these people were the most entitled, most awful... she needed to calm down. She couldn’t think about that here, right now. And god, when this girl moved, she prowled. Elizabeth should be more careful. She couldn’t afford to get held up, she was just supposed to get the herbs and go. 

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🌸 and 🍩

🌸 : How much flattery can you take before catching a crush?

“...it depends. Sometimes, I just doesn’t click with someone and in that case I don’t think there’s anything they could say. But if it’s someone cute and friendly? Well.”

🍩: How do you feel about yourself?

“That’s... that’s a question and a half, right there. I will say this; getting pushed around all day does not do wonders for your self-esteem. For the most part, though, I like myself. I’m capable. I’m doing my best.”

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Ariadne lounged comfortably on the queen’s throne, something she had wrestled over with a few others. She may not have been the barbarian’s leader, but she was still the boss. Her left leg hung lackadaisically over the arm and swung back and forth as she hummed to herself. But a movement caught in the corner of her eye captured the barbarian-girl’s attention. “Hey! Whaddya think yer doin’?” she hissed, swinging her legs to the ground. 

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Elizabeth had used her week in Aura to get used to the constant barrage of insults and abuse, so when the girl on the throne yelled at her, she just took a deep breath before she turned to face her. Drawing on a vast ocean of patience (which was, at this point, more like a vast puddle), she managed a civil reply. “Heading to the kitchens. It’s a shortcut, if that’s alright.” Let this girl try to stop her. Slave that she was, they needed her to tend to the injured. 

[rppanda]

Ask my Muse about their bodies and minds!

💄 - How do you feel about makeup, would you/do you wear it?

♀ - How feminine are you?

♂ - How masculine are you?

💓 - What’s your sex?

💎 - What is your sexuality?

🎈 - What’s your gender?

🔑 - Do you kin with anyone/anything?

❤️ - Are you currently in love? If so, who are you in love with?

💕 - Have you ever thought of sex/gender change?

🏵 - Where are the sensitive spots on your body?

🍓 - Where is it okay for friends to touch?

🍒 - Where is it okay for lovers to touch?

🍄 - Where is it okay for strangers to touch?

🌸 - How much flattery can you take before catching a crush?

🌈 - What makes you happy?

🌪 - Do you have depressing thoughts? If so, what are the scariest?

💅 - How do you feel about nail polish, would you/do you wear it?

👒 - Don’t be shy, what’s your personal style?

🦉 - What’s your Secret Mirror Act when no one else is looking? Do you make faces? Do you dance? Do you check yourself out?

🐦 - What do/would you post to your social media?

🍭 - Describe your perfect partner. Head to toe. Flaw to feature.

🍩 - How do you feel about yourself?

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tclbott:

“I’m starting to think trouble finds me.” he said, flashing a small smile. Dominic sat at the window sill now. Like clockwork he alternated between several spots in the tower, clinging to the two second excitement that lied in getting up and moving. He assumed she’d come about the slash on his upper arm, and thus began to roll up his sleeve. It’d been a product of barbarian temper unsurprisingly, but Dom was getting better about pain at least. The wound had yet to fully crust over, Dom realized with a sigh, and impulsively he a touched a frail finger to it. “And how’re you doing? Not too bad in light of everything, I hope?”

Elizabeth almost fell over. She’d been doing her best to be cheerful all throughout, but all she had gotten was a scowl or, at best, a pat on the ass. This was... almost good. That was why she didn’t say something awful about how he would be easy to find, since he wasn’t going anywhere. “Don’t touch that.” She said instead, putting down her basket. It was sweet of him to ask. “I’m doing better than most. Better than you, I think. I’m Elizabeth, by the way. What did you do to get stuck out here?” She wasn’t so shy when he was frail and bruised up in front of her. Not such a king, she supposed. 

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Amsonia: Peony:

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

I don’t think so. I live in a really rural area -- well, usually. A lot of the time I’m paid in chickens or whatnot, so I’m not about to refuse that. 

Peony: What’s your favourite hot drink?

Oh, there’s nothing like hot apple cider. Hard or soft, it’s the only thing that makes winter bearable for me. 

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Jasmine

I think I look best in a light, cool grey, but my sister thinks I’m colourblind, so...

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✿ send me a floral question ✿

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Jasmine: What color looks best on you?

Foxglove: Name three facts about your family?

Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?

Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?

Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?

Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?

Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

Poppy: What color was your childhood home?

Hydrangea: Starbucks order?

Violet: Do you like where you're from?

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?

Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

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Do you like being a healer?

...yes. It’s what I’m good at, and it’s more interesting than farming. I admit, I’d like it more if it wasn’t what made me interesting to the barbarians. 

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what's the biggest thorn in your side rn?

Where to start... I hate being stuck here. I’ve got my mom and my sister and the twins at home, and I don’t know if they’re okay, and... well. I could either be sad or be angry. I’m getting angry.