damnant quod non intellegunt

The dove of hope took a downward slope

[heavens-harold]

The Prophetess

-attends the choir's sister school and is a member of the girl's choir

-orphan raised by nuns, hyperreligious as a result

-epileptic, experiences auditory and visual hallucinations

-believes she is a prophet because of this

-accidently boarded the boy's flight

-startlingly perceptive

-polite and friendly, if a bit off-putting

-5'0

-signs off with 🕊

-intertwined lore with @bubos-apothecary

[heavens-harold]

(I'm gonna copy and paste this in all my blogs)So I'm sure you might've noticed that I've turned off the asks for my lotf oc blogs. I've sort of left the lotf fandom as a whole and I don't really want my notifications to clog up for projects I'm not really interested in anymore. I'm not sure if I'm going to answer my unfinished asks but I'll try.

Worry not if you want to see more of my ocs! I currently have a new ask blog @/the-fools-deck for a new au where they're 20 something on a new island. Or, if you're more interested in when they're kids, stay tuned for an upcoming island project I'm working on with my friends Fish (@/doctorbonk), Blake (@/shaky-b0n3s) , Nara (@/just-an-artist-that-exists) and Lucas (@/batsonmyboxers) called High Place!

[bubos-apothecary]

Voice headcanons for my island trio + Marlene

[feathery-bastard]

Happy valentine's day

ocs:

@bubos-apothecary

@white-wysteria

@heavens-harold

@ask-norman-alexander-lotf

@lunar-lop

@the-celestial-fawn

@dear-miss-marley

@operas-alcove

Bonus

[heavens-harold]

Hi.

[A white figure slowly emerges from the bushes with a calm gait. It was a boy, with almost platinum-white hair and black eyes that pierced through the light pallette of his being. He smiled.]

Sorry. Did I scare you?

[He brushes his shirt and pants off of the dirt and leaves that stuck to him. When he got closer to the girl, he stopped a few distances away. A curious fellow with an eye on her.]

I don't think it would be fair if I didn't introduce myself, I think...

[He thought to himself in silence, before continuing.]

My name is Raphael. I was hoping I was going to meet someone on the way to my trip around the forest.

[The fair hair slowly picks out an apple out of his pocket. Fresh, clean, and seemingly harmless. A friendly gesture from a kind stranger.]

Want some?

- 🍎 ( @i-am-raphael-lotf )

[Eve stared at the boy for a few moments, her hairs standing on end. She had been quite startled by the lad. She clutches her skirt]

Ah, hello there. My name is Eve, it's lovely to meet you, Raphael. What a pretty name! Like the archangel, yes?

[Eve narrows her eyes a little as she studies his appearance]

I've never met anyone with hair quite like mine. We look sorta similar, don't we? Perhaps you could be my long lost brother!

[She chuckles, covering her mouth with her hand.]

I doubt that though.

[Eve cocks her head at the fruit- since when were there apple trees on the island? The fruit was firm in her hands, ripe and supple. She glances back at the boy before taking a bite, the sugar bursting on her tongue. She chewed carefully before swallowing.]

Thank you... I appreciate the gift.

-🕊

[heavens-harold]

Do you believe in demons, dear?

[A voice spoke out from the bushes. The location of where it could be is unknown. Though, it has a funny accent. Probably a grown woman. Probably someone who shouldn't be here in this hour.]

I know you are a virtuous one. It takes a lot of.. dedication to be disciplined to a belief. I certainly would know that.

Though, little ones like you are his targets. I feel sorry.

But you aren't my problem to take care of.

What in God's name are you, woman?

[The girl clutched a tree as she listened to the voice. The hairs on her arms stood on their ends. The sound seemed to come from every direction at once. This couldn't be one of her visions, no. The throbbed pain in her head wasn't there, the smirls of light and color were missing. This was tangible- physical.]

Demons? Of course I believe in demons, I've seen them with my own two eyes.

[She furrows her brow, sweating dripping down her forehead.]

God will surely protect me. I am his prophet, he wouldn't let his messenger be harmed in this lawless land. I'm no Job, not at all.

[msfish-fish-fish]

This fight will be a tougher one for someone like you, I fear.

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Pray. You'll need the Mother of your Saviour to fend this one off. You'll be familiarized with him once he shows himself to you. He likes playing games more than I or my right-hand man will.

I certainly pity you, Miss Genevieve.

[heavens-harold]

translation:

[TINED OR DESCRIBED IN SUCH A WAY THAT COULD BE ARTICULATED. IT WAS NOTHING LIKE EVE HAS SEEN IN HER LIFETIME. TRULY, SHE THOUGHT, THAT WHOEVER THIS THING IS, IT'S NOT A DEMON YET NO ANGEL EITHER. IT WAS DAMAGING TO THE BRAIN HOW AWFUL THE SIGHT OF SOMETHING UNKNOWN RIGHT INFRONT OF IT... BREATHING, AND A FEW INCHES AWAY]

[heavens-harold]

Do you believe in demons, dear?

[A voice spoke out from the bushes. The location of where it could be is unknown. Though, it has a funny accent. Probably a grown woman. Probably someone who shouldn't be here in this hour.]

I know you are a virtuous one. It takes a lot of.. dedication to be disciplined to a belief. I certainly would know that.

Though, little ones like you are his targets. I feel sorry.

But you aren't my problem to take care of.

What in God's name are you, woman?

[The girl clutched a tree as she listened to the voice. The hairs on her arms stood on their ends. The sound seemed to come from every direction at once. This couldn't be one of her visions, no. The throbbed pain in her head wasn't there, the smirls of light and color were missing. This was tangible- physical.]

Demons? Of course I believe in demons, I've seen them with my own two eyes.

[She furrows her brow, sweating dripping down her forehead.]

God will surely protect me. I am his prophet, he wouldn't let his messenger be harmed in this lawless land. I'm no Job, not at all.

[wolf-and-the-hound]

Is that a firearm? I've never seen one before. Are you allowed to have that? Guns are awfully dangerous. I doubt you're the type to harm others though.

[A voice pipes up. It's from a girl with wide eyes, her gaze focused on Nicholas. She blinks once, then twice, shifting her focus to Johnny.]

You're the butcher, right? I hear you bragging about it frequently. It's a good thing you do that: It'd be terrible for a life to go to waste.

[She pauses]

I haven't introduced myself yet, have I? My apologies, I'm Eve. What are your names?

-🕊 ( @heavens-harold)

[ The two of them appeared startled at the sound of a voice. It was as if they were back in school again, an adult catching them doing something mischievous, unbecoming of a young man in their academy.

The taller one hid the item behind his back, the barrel of it peaking out over his head. He said no words, the other speaking on behalf of him with no need be for prompt. ]

"What do you want? You got me right, and it's good that you noticed. It's about time someone thought about that.

Run along, Eve. Go talk to the other girls. We're busy."

— 🔪&☀️

[heavens-harold]

[Eve's lip tightens into a straight line, her brow furrowing.]

Well that's quite rude of you, Mr. Butcher. All I did was say hi to my fellow Islanders. Do you not like people, is that why you're dismissing me? Or is it because I pointed out your friend's gun? Is that what you're busy with?

[She brushes the dirt off skirt.]

Well no matter. Have fun you two.

-🕊

[depsidase]

[ask-norman-alexander-lotf]

[A girl with long, blonde hair approaches Norman, a gentle smile on her kind face]

Hello good sir! You're... Norman Alexander, yes? I'm not sure if you recognize me. I'm Eve Gabriel, from the girl's choir at Saint Mary's. I've seen you around quite a lot. I remember because your the boy Father Emanuel took in and I like him very much. I hope that doesn't sound odd.

[Her voice is soft and airy, like a feather falling in the wind]

Anyhow, it's nice to see a familiar face.

-🕊️ ( @heavens-harold)

Eve?

[Norman's eyes widened, taking up the familiarity of the girl infront of him. He knew her! His father has talked about her a bit. Norman never really talked much to the girl choir, but it was nice to see something that still resembled home to him aside from his group.]

I— I do recognize you, no worries. I just– How did you get here? Weren't you supposed to be in the other plane??

[A silence filled in the air, as Norman nervously glanced around. He was scrambling to get something out of his throat to keep the conversation going.]

.. You doing fine? I-I know this whole thing is disorienting.

[Gosh, what is he even doing?]

[heavens-harold]

[Eve chuckles, a bashful blush growing on her cheeks]

Ah that's the thing! I was having one of my visions when I was supposed to be boarding my flight. My head was so full I got a little confused and ended up following the wrong choir!

[Her brow furrows]

Oh I do hope the others are alright. It would be a shame if the girls crashed too. I haven't seen anyone from Saint Mary's. We were all heading to the same place after all.

[She shakes her head, taking Norman's hand in her's.]

No use worrying about hypotheticals. It's great that you remember me! I hope we can become good friends!