mourning dove . . .

☼   ——    𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮  𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳  𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴,  𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵  𝘺𝘰𝘶 ?   [ . . . ]   𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆  𝒂  𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆.

[evendove]

wilhelmina  sinclair,  the  evendawn,  a  gentle  dove.     a  multiverse  oc  originally  based  in  dnd,    focused  on  themes  of   healing,   birds,   sainthood,  found family,   light,   and  nature.        by  aj,   they/she,   22,   est.

𝖎.      𝖎𝖎.      𝖎𝖎𝖎.       𝖎𝖛.

[evendove]

mini hiatus! just a week or two to clear my head, with no threads dropped<3

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from "To My Father / To My Future Son", Night Sky with Exit Wounds

[evendove]

@chaoshe​​    :    "i love that sound cats make when you touch them but they weren't expecting it. you know... the activation sound."

❛  oh yes,     the little  . . .  um,     when they go mrrp.  ❜        lips trill over the imitated noise,     and within seconds the crimson of fluster paints across their cheeks   ————   eyes drawn away in their embarrassment.        ❛  i——i  . . .  i have cats,     somewhere around here.     if we find ‘em and we’re quiet enough,     we might be able to hear.  ❜

[evendove]

☼     —     worthfuls​.

she   can   still   hardly   believe   wil   was   able   to   convince   the   queen   to   let   alice   come   along   ——   something   about   furthering   her   education,   something   about   letting   alice   experience   the   country   air.   she   was   excited   to   see   the   animals,   to   see   the   foliage   of   the   countryside,   to   see   @evendove​   in   their   natural   habitat.

“   you   have   chickens?   ”    alice   knew   they   had   chickens   ——   but,   in   her   excitement,   perhaps   she   forgot.    “   can   i   hold   one?   will   they   run   away   if   i   try?   ”

away from all the bustle of alice’s royal life,     wil’s spirit seems to return to them.     color making home in their cheeks with every inhale of fresh air,     a certain light in their eyes with the exhale,     life invigorating their very movements   ————   steps practically skipping,     eager to be home once more.     the smile they regard their friend with is wide and bright,     and naturally,     they seize her hand;     squeezing it gently,     held tight within their own. 

❛  they may very well run,     if you charge them.     i would run too,     if a stranger in a big flowing skirt came running at me.  ❜        a giggle escapes them,     a small rarity,     and attention turns to the chickens   ————   some of them looking curiously,     familiarity tilting their heads.        ❛  stay right here,     by the fence,     and i’ll go get one for you.     then just hold out your arms,     and sort of  . . .  wrap them around her,     like a circle.     alright ?  ❜

[evendove]

☼     —     warnsyou​.

it left him dumbfounded too frequently,   how only a few hours at a time in the hold of discovery that he became entirely certain of the future he wished to pursue.    and later,   as if a wind had  swept through him,   he would become clogged up with doubt about his choice.    gilbert desired greatly to help people,   with medicine and their medical complications.   but,   what on earth was the  right choice to make?

❛❛    i hadn’t always thought myself fit for medicine,   but i discovered it had secrets by chance.      a friend of mine was injured,   and this incredible woman happened by who revealed the properties of honey in  disinfecting wounds.     i was stunned !   —   who would have thought,   eh ?    ❜❜     his smile,    as soft as his laugh,    continues as he helps them replace chamomile and goldenseal into the rich soil.     ❛❛    how about yourself?   you seem a lot more graceful at this than me.    ❜❜

something about being called graceful with their fingertips dug into the dirt makes their nose scrunch.     not a frown,    no,    but something incredulous   ————   hinting almost at a laugh.     graceful,    with skirts billowed around them collecting stains from the grass,     with hair surely to fall down about their face with the next strong gust of wind.     and they’re not sure how  graceful  they’d be fluttering about a doctor’s office,     fretting and flustered over every sick or injury;     but that’s a dream for another day,     another time. 

head shakes,     smile turning their eyes to half-moons.        ❛  oh,    i’m  . . .  not sure graceful is the right word for me,     mr. blythe.     careful,   maybe.  ❜        that smile is lifted from the ground and offered to him;     eye contact brief but attempted.        ❛  myself,    though ?     i don’t know.     i was raised farming,     so this all comes quite naturally,     and as for medicine  . . .    i just like helping people,     i suppose.     i’m used to helping my family whenever they get cuts or bruises,     so i guess that comes naturally too.   ————   does the honey sting terribly,     when used on a wound ?  ❜

[evendove]

i gotta redo wils graphics to match my other blogs...........

[chaosgone]

 #CHAOSHE.         she   was   every   bit   summer   rain   and   the   marigolds   we   used   to   pick   in   the   fields,   long   days   and   the   blazing   sun   on   our   skin.   the   taste   of   ripe   strawberries   fresh   from   black   soil,   how   we   did   not   care   for   the   way   dirt   clung   to   our   hands,   sticky,   this   reminder   that   we   are   young,   we   are   here,   and   the   world   is   ours.         (…)         and   if   love   was   a   shape   and   a   colour,   my   answer   would   be   always   her.

     jester   lavorre.   independent,   private   &   selective.   curated   by   nyx.

[loumargi]

Vittorio Matteo Corcos - Portrait of a lady

[disneyadaptations]

Elle Fanning as Aurora in Maleficent: Mistress of Evil (2019), dir. Joachim Rønning

[evendove]

nothing just thinking abt how if our current party fucks up bad enough wil will be subjected to living through another catastrophic time in the world and i’m not sure how well they can handle that LMFAO

[evendove]

☼     —     worthfuls​.

“   sounds   fair   to   me.   ”    she   smiles,   running   her   fingers   through   the   other   girl’s   hair   while   she   plans   out   what   to   do.   when   she   has   a   clear   image   of   what   to   do,   she   starts,   sectioning   out   strands   of   blonde   before   proceeding.    “   your   hair   is   beautiful.   have   you   been   growing   it   out   long?   ”

a half-nod  ————  stopped short with a whispered apology before it can become full,    wary of the hands in their hair and not messing anything up.       ❛  all of my life,    honestly.     i’ve never thought to want it any shorter,    just little trims when it needs.     have you ever worn yours very short ? ❜

[evendove]

☼     —     chaoshe​.

 THERE’S   SOMETHING   TO   BE   SAID     about   princesses   stuck   in   magic   towers,   about   dragons   hoarding   loneliness   high   up   on   mountains,   about   the   stars.   a   little   less   hard   now   to   sit   with   this   discomfort,   with   cracking   her   ribs   open   to   clean   up   the   cobwebs   within.   no   longer   a   bird   caught   in   a   snare,   and   though   her   friends   are   not   near   all   of   the   time,   they   are   only   one   spell   away   ;   maybe   this   too   is   part   of   growing   up.   jester   shimmies   a   little   closer   to   wil,   until   their   outstretched   hands   are   parallel.         ❝     caduceus   says   that   if   you   listen   real   hard,   everything   is   trying   to   speak   to   you.   close   your   eyes.     ❞         a   flick   of   her   wrist,   that   familiar   green   spark,   and   then   voices,   like   the   chiming   of   bells.   an   oddly   melodic   cacophony   of   whispers,   this   music   of   the   stars   she   weaves.   gaze   flickers   to   the   moons,   lips   stretching   into   a   grin   when   they   seem   to   glow   brighter.   still,   she   lowers   her   voice   to   a   whisper   herself,         ❝     i   think   they’re   saying   that   they’ve   been   watching   you   and   stuff,   and   that   they’re   really   proud,   you   know   ??     ❞

eyes do close and the gentle twinkle of bells and starsong invokes a gentle smile,    crinkles at the corners of wil’s eyes and a breath exhaled on wonder.     perhaps they needed this lesson in listening,    perhaps the stars have been singing softly all along.       ❛  can stars be proud,    do you think ?     do they have feelings ?  ❜       always with the literalism,    any potential for metaphor going clear over their head  ————  eyes peek back open and turn to look at jester,    noting the way she glows in the moonlight,    seems to fit in just so with the fantastical,    the whimsical.     with a gentle twitch of the fingers,    they bloom little white flowers from the ground around her head,    centering her like the moon among the stars.       ❛  if they do,    i think i’d like to talk to a star face to face,    one on one.     i’d ask how long its been glowing,    what all its seen,    what it's favorite moments have been  . . .  wouldn't that be amazing ?  ❜

[evendove]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE. repost   with   the   information   of   your   muse   ,   including   headcanons   ,   etc.   if   you   fail   to   achieve   some   of   the   facts   ,   add   some   other   of   your   own   !

NAME.        wilhelmina  irvallel-sinclair AGE.       22+ SPECIES.       elf. GENDER.        nonbinary,  they/them. ORIENTATION.       bisexual. INTERESTS.        learning,  nature,  healing,  medicine,  animals,  birds,  reading,  poetry,  flowers,  crafts,  magic. PROFESSION.       farmer  /  lord  /  healer  /  religious figure  /  saint etc BODY TYPE.        no idea what the different body types are but they’re short, small, and Not muscular at all they’re just squishy. <3 EYES.        soft brown. HAIR.        white-blonde hair that they never seem to cut, currently hip lenth, usually worn in a half bun, one long braid, or a very messy gibson girl style. SKIN.        pale but usually sunkissed Or sunburnt and blushing, absolutely covered head to toe in very dense freckles. FACE.        a soft face with mostly round features, and no overly sharp lines. usually blushing or wearing a very small smile. freckles the most clustered on the nose. HEIGHT.        5′1. COMPANIONS.        the entire farm family, their little dnd group, a cow named nina, some farm cats ( scamper and bubba, ) a family line of goats all named fiddle ( the second, third, etc.. ) the doves they keep, isedora the mother goddess technically lmfao.  ANTAGONISTS.        ppl who are mostly all dead but specifically the old god of death oclo, an ex-friend named corey, an order called the philosophers. COLORS.      white, cream, light browns. FRUITS.        berries; raspberries and blackberries especially, with some peaches thrown in. DRINKS.        hot herbal teas, lemonade, fruit infused water, starbucks strawberry lemonade refresher. ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES   ?    some wine socially, heavier drinks only when they’re in a poor mental state. SMOKES   ?     not without being influenced. DRUGS   ?      not without being influenced. DRIVERS LICENSE   ?     absolutely not, they’d cry if they got behind the wheel.

TAGGED BY   :     @sunbruise​​  ty <3 TAGGING   :     oh boy ... steal it

[rhera]

Emmanuelle Béart in  Date with an Angel | 1987

[evendove]

☼     —     misroberts​.

this  young  girl  speaks  too  fast  for  the  muddled  mind  to  understand  all  at  once,  still  staggered  from  being  discovered  knelt  on  the  ground  in  the  corner  of  the  pen.  her  back  pressed  hard  into  the  wood,  hard  enough  to  feel  the  bite  of  a  splinter  through  her  shirt.  mouth  forms  a  nearly  perfect  circle  -  before  remembering  to  reign  in  her  jaw.  

❝  no  ..!  ❞  a  half  swallowed  half  gasped  response  to  all  three  claims.  ❝  i’m  -  i’m  not  some  rustler  —  or  a  thief.  please..❞

with the violent sounds heard on the horizon in the dead of night,    the farmer has half a mind to call for shiloh  ————  the only other person on this land with them,    the only one between them with a weapon.     they feel helpless,    here,    a stranger before them with no way to read if this is some elaborate scheme;    she doesn’t seem like a threat,    but,    wil wonders;    are threats always  obvious ?

fingers clutch tight around a rake,    the only defense they have,    and they pale  ————  looking a few words away from falling over faint.       ❛  who——who are you,    then ?     what are you doing here,    and with my sheep ?     have you harmed them ?     i’ll  . . .  i’ll call for the law !  ❜

[evendove]

☼     —     gloomstalk​.

𝐈𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐍 ,  it  does  so .          “ well  –  then  i’ll  have  to  take  you  up  on  such  an  offer .     and  i  would  love  nothing  more  than  to  meet  your  tree  friends ! ”          it’s  been  a  very  long  time  since  box  herself  has  had  a  friend … but  she  doesn’t  allow  herself  to  linger  on  that  thought  for  long .     her  gaze  moves  to  the  mushroom  as  it’s  offered  to  her ,  and  her  expression  shifts  to  something  shocked  and  delighted .          “ for  –  for  me ? ”

one swift,    eager nod,    and wil moves their hand with more  insistence,    urging the mushroom closer.       ❛  of course !     they’re wonderful mushrooms,    i  . . .  i don’t know,    just seems like a nice gift to me.     second best to flowers.  ❜       meanwhile,    basket is set carefully on the ground,    now-free hand moving to shift through their bag.       ❛  if you wait just a moment,    i can write down my address for you,    and you can come  whenever  you’d like.  ❜