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☆ gotta L O O K, when you open those books
i dream of the sea, big ships is meant for— maybe i’m meant for the sea it’s there swingin’ from my family tree. maybe i’m meant for the S E A, we p a s s it by so passively and all that’s said is what we k n o w we’ll watch it come, we’ll watch it g o— ☆
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☆ out ☆: i'm very sorry! college prep has taken up my life and so i haven't been on! ;; i'll try to get to things tonight: please like for a starter! mutuals only please!
{ ☁ } – “Wadanohara!!!”
{ ☁ } – Viscous crimson fluid painted the witch’s arms liberally as they wrapped themselves around the servant’s petite figure. In times not long past where the dolphin still had a grip on her own sanity, fear struck her every single time the bloodstained orbs of the corrupted girl met her sight. This sanguine, yet strangely heartfelt moment was one that the weak little familiar never thought possible. Never could she approach her dearest witch again. Never could they share the bond the two of them once had.
{ ☁ } – Or at least that was what she once thought.
{ ☁ } – It was just so simple! So, so, simple! All she had to do was follow in her witch’s footsteps, just as she always had! Why had it been so hard all this time?
{ ☁ } – Nothing else was left. N O T H I N G.
{ ☁ } – Accept it. Just a c c e p t it.
{ ☁ } – After all, red always was such a b e a u t i f u l color…
{ ☁ } – The day she realized such terrible truths marked a sad day. That day had death stain its date. It was the day the innocent little familiar died along with each and every one of her dreams. In her place was a monster, marked by nothing but misery and malice, just like her witch.
{ ☁ } – “Wadanohara…I missed you lots and lots!”
{ ☁ } – Bloodsoaked hands held the witch, never, ever wanting to let go. Everything was so perfect…and it was so easy too! Shame on her past self. Shame for being so blind! Shame for being so weak and useless! The answer to her woes was as clear as the molten moon that shone so brilliantly above the carmine waters. Had she not been so stupid…happiness would have come so much quicker!
☆ Really, Dolphi was so amazing. Splendidly so! Vibrations of good magic still clung to her veins, and trickled down her spine in liquid guilt, but they were ignored on many occasions. The cool grit in the back of her head; Dolphi was the most innocent, by far, of all familiars. Innocence didn't paint a body red, though; nor did it protect you from the horrors of reality.
Re-creationism; the rebuilding of a mind frame whittled into soft wood, whetted down with boring blue and gross lies told to them through the teeth of 'loved ones'. The truth was, corrupted lungs sung more veracities than any other pair that dared intake breath. It just took a bit of coaxing out of metaphoric (and, in some cases, legitimate) shells. The blood is idly wiped upon lips; refractal reflex, one that would make her sick in any other sense.
Head tips back, and she grins stupidly at the ceiling high above her head. Eyes wink; she winks back and laughs and metal forces it's way through her teeth, exploding on impact with the constricting walls. The real truth was that her head had been killing her, but not as much as this new life had. But it was so fun! It was so fun, to run wild with the murderers and to maim, to maim to maim to maim. Empty eyes return to her beloved familiar, and there's a streak of blood on the other's cheek.
I'm so glad you're here! Have you heard word of the others? I've only heard rumors--I mean, you'd think I'd hear the whole truth, wouldn't you? Isn't that just silly? Heehee! I'm certain Sal means the best, though.
Words wheeze out of displaced carmine lips; one thumb reaches up and gently wipes the crimson off of Dolphi's cheek. Those black eyes have always looked so nice, but they look nicer even here! Red on black on pale skin on blood; it's beautiful. Isn't she lucky? To have, and to gain yet still?
Really, though. I'm very glad you're here, Dolphi. I can't tell you how grateful I am to you for following me.
And it's spoken so nonchalantly but so sincere that saccharine love pours out from between ivory teeth. Followed; follow the leader into the maws of hell while she smiles and whistles a funeral dirge. The gaps in the words are filled with diseased, cloying infections; she has learned from her love to be sweet, even when candy words have rotted you from the inside out. What is a feeling, anymore? There's not much except a faint nauseous sickness, and the occasional, pure rage. ☆
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we are the reckless, we are the wild youth. chasing visions of our futures one day we’ll reveal the truth that one will die before he gets there
“That crazed girl improvising her music. Her poetry, dancing upon the shore, Her soul in division from itself Climbing, falling She knew not where, Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship, Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing Heroically lost, heroically found. No matter what disaster occurred She stood in desperate music wound, Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph Where the bales and the baskets lay No common intelligible sound But sang, ‘O sea-starved, hungry sea”
W.B. Yeats, The Collected Poems
☆ —Oops! Sorry about that! I didn’t mean to; honest! ☆
「☠」 ——It turns out that an eerie type of chaos can lurk just behind a facade of order - and yet, deep inside said corruption can exist humanity; something thought to be long forgotten.
♪: Indie RP Blog for Syake-san/Sal from Wadanohara
♪: Slightly headcanon based, mostly canon.
♪: He’s a walking-talking spoiler, if you haven’t played the game I don’t recommend following me yet. I won’t tag spoilers for this reason, sorry!
♪: NSFW heavy, all except for smut. Mun is both under-age and uncomfortable with such things. Gore/Language/Sexual implications are tagged accordingly, though.
♪: Each verse is single-ship, unless you’re Wadanohara. Wadanohara breaks all the damn rules.
♪: I'm always open for OOC talk, either on here or on my skype.
♪: OC/AU/Crack/Fandom friendly.
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☆ --Oops! Sorry about that! I didn't mean to; honest! ☆
♒ — ❝ Really, it’s not… it’s not no trouble at all, Miss Wadda. ❞ Despite this willingness to lend sleeping hours as a martyr, balled up digits knead at their sight, scattering phosphenes about in spasmodic clusters within the open blackness. Regardless, their saccharine master was endowed with a quite vivifying presence, for which they could oblige their time best spent recharging as their beloved’s company.
♒ — ❝ Though, I kinda, uh… ❞ They massage their nape, a sheepish tension having developed in mounds. ❝ I reckon it wouldn’t be all too shrewd o’ me to go settin’ sail like this. Wouldn’t wanna go veerin’ into some rock and have us darn stranded, no I wouldn’t. ❞ Their path deviates once again to the briny deep, some portions having lost their sporadic glisters to the sun’s westward dash.
♒ — ❝ But if ya’d, uh, if ya’d like to watch the rest of the sun a-settin’, then I’d be right glad to keep ya’s company, Miss Wadda. I wouldn’t want ya to miss out on nothin’, I sure would not. ❞
☆ Disappointment flickers across cherubic features; it's quickly replaced by a smile. The request was selfish, after all; her dear familiar was plagued by fatigue, and absolutely correct. Sea was home, saltwater air filling lungs with ingratiating memories of embracing blue, of cloying wonders and candied kisses, but it was also vast. The unknown stretched far beyond reaches of imagination, filled with all sorts of creatures and personalities. No good would be wrought from becoming lost upon the blue crests.
Ah! You're right--I don't want anyone getting lost, hee hee! Maybe some other time, then! Thank you for looking out for us both.
And so she seats herself next to the other; inky blue pools rival that of the retreating blue clouds that scatter the horizon, promising night. The air carries alkaline scent upon it, but it is nice; she inhales, and the brackish breeze seems to inflate her, re-energize her. The magic derived from a line of divination thrives in the evening, and the hum upon the wind calls her name in monotone syllables.
Sunsets are so beautiful, don't you think? I mean, they're kind of sad, too; the day ending, and such. I think that adds to their beauty, though. Plus, there are so many colors! I love them. ☆
man i love it when people hurt my muses like it’s actually the best i love seeing them broken and bleeding and a crying mess like “is it okay if i hurt your muse” more like thrash them within an inch of their life and leave them for dead for all i care it’s only fun when someone bleeds destroy them.
“Oh? You weren’t? Well perhaps I could repeat myself. I mean, you would want me to repeat myself, yes?”
☆ Um--yes! Yes, that would be...appreciated. ☆
Her smile changes then, vanishes, almost into an expression of anger, and in that moment she is almost beautiful in their eyes. But they know she has not felt anything as filthy as anger or sorrow in such a long, long, time, and that ruins the curve of her lips; the softness of her features.
- —Besides, even if they were to ever find her beautiful, their ambassador would surely ruin them, selfish as he was— -
And, just in time ! The corpse witch speaks and they do not cringe at the pitch of her voice; it would be rude of them to do so at a statement regarding their glorious leader— or, rather, his work.
Lips only narrow slashes against alabaster skin curve and twist into a knowing smile and they snicker.
"Hurts, does it ? Ah, well, that’s to be expected, hm ? Mheheh, he can’t do anything for you, dearie. That pain isn’t gonna go away for a while ~ “
Maybe it never will. It’s on the tip of their tongue, and it takes a considerable effort to swallow the almost-insult. The urge to throw the witch’s tragedy in her face passes soon enough, and they click their tongue in mock disapproval.
“Aren’t you picky ? Heh, there’s plenty fun to be had here. Admittedly not the type you’re used to, but you’ll have to content yourself with that, hee— !”
☆ More bad news. More bad news! Isn't this world supposed to be filled with the light of discovery, of good things and good people and a better life, a red-tainted truth? Cherubic features twist, less childishly, into something almost like wrath. Magic rumbles beneath skin, begging to be released upon everyone, upon everything, because maybe that would be fun for a little while! Oh, but she'd disappoint Sal...hmm.
Not...for a while? I should be able to do something! I don't want to feel like this all the time!
Selfishness expands, contracts; the harsh light is hard on her eyes, red on crimson on ermine on more red; there are only a couple of things that aren't red that don't hurt to look at. And someday, there's got to be a time when eyes can scan the dark seas without forcing themselves closed, without a sickness, a nausea running over her temples. There's got to be? This life can't constantly be filled with pain!
Well...like what? You seem to know your way around here; show me something fun!
It's almost a challenge, in a petulant voice. ☆
