hi hello bubs !! i’m gi , and i am really excited to be here ! i’ve been wanting to use this muse forever and i feel like i found found just the place for her !!! if you’re interested in getting to know her a little more please keep on reading !!!!
have you seen milani abessolo around ? they’re a twenty two year old bartender known around town as the acataleptic . not only are they broke af , but they’ve been in town for three years . they’re sympathetic and maverick , as well as temerarious and stoic , but what else would you expect from a saggittarius ?
name : milani yolanda abessolo
nicknames , aliases : lani , mil , milly
date of birth : december second nineteen ninety nine
age : twenty two
gender , pronouns : cis woman , she and her
orientation : bisexual , biromantic
languages spoken : english
associations ⇁ sorrows buried under sinking soil , the fading echo’s of a high pitched scream unrecognizable to own ears , a never fading scent of mango and banana lingering in chestnut locks , a boyish grin attached to mature features burned into a grief filled mind , a growing stomach dominating the ability to love two children at the same time , a blood stained hoodie hidden in the back of a closest untouched for four years , glossy petals pulling back to reveal memorizing pearly whites , a fear of a past passed down lurking on every dark corner , skies of burnt orange and pastel pink reflected in hazel hues , a mother’s touched turned cold and soon set on fire , birds chirping singing lullabies to tired hues , a boisterous late night shift that provides a sensation of lost ebullience .
DEATH ( BY DRIVE BY SHOOTING ) TRIGGER WARNING
broken words of a self declared king , a promise , whispered to her long before her physical body had graced the world said with such certainty , such determination ; ‘ darkness shall never lay a finger on you my little phoenix ‘ . mindless manifestation that circled back in the form of a radiance emerald hued girl . the sweet milani yolanda abessolo . she presented the gift of tenderness , the innocence of effortless optimistic . a rare sight in the world of lost hope and bloodied hands .
los angeles , born and raised . the city of angels , but from the abessolo view point , los angeles was the city of devils : including themselves . milani would be told stories of the legend , the myth , the street racing god . would even drag tiny fingertips against vehicles with history embedded into them . she’d be curious , a loquacious mouth that begs to know the roots of her parents , their love story , and everything in between . she had stars in her eyes and brown locks sticking out from clouds , and with that held on to everything . every vowel , every gleam in reflected hues , every smile that had secrets hidden within them .
uneventful is a longing that failed milani , half of a childhood granted . got to experience bed time stories and games of ‘ i love you more ‘ , scrapped knees and peanut butter jellies after school . she enstored faith in fairy tales and believed all monsters hidden under her bed could be defeated with shut eyes and digits holding a stuffed teddy bear . as her father promised , darkness shall never touch her . so he kept his life of illegal street racing , the cons and the pros , as separate as he could . his wife only helping keep their daughter out of harms way until her hands grew tired and her presence grew less .
it was such a sad thing , to witness love die . even sadder to be on the other end of that dying love . heart breaking apart as the single minded darkness consume her mother , feeling of utter defeat . a feeling that grew more and more intense as milani realized that her mother leaving was nothing compared to watching her mother from afar pretending she didn’t exist . what’s a child without their mother’s touch ? milani wanted to answer nothing . she was a little girl who needed her hand to guide her through this confusing and complex world .
once asked the heavens with tears in her eyes , “ what else do you want to take from me ? “ and they answered six years later in the echo of gunshots and the colliding of pavement and a body . seventeen years old but she knew ; terrible things did not come in threes , they came one after the other after the other . and the damaged left in their place was uncountable . it planted a seed of grief in the empty pits of her stomach and forced her to grow them . orphaned , a term she’d grow accustomed to . milani abessolo , darkness has won it touched you .
escaped the memories of warm hues that smiled proudly down at her , the familiarity of a beating bass and the smell of oil as her dad balanced helping her with her homework and fixing the car that was due to be picked up by the end of the day . she ran from the corner store where once a month she ran into the women who could no longer look her in the eyes . and she fell into the arms of eldora , now she’s just trying to survive .
connections ⇁ best friends , a small friend group , someone who’s older then her who’s always looking out for her , ex friends , hookup , flings , on and off lover , toxic friends , partner in crimes , bad influences , literally anything !!!