moondust.

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[matodi]

@moonveiled

“ —— Have you ever wondered why humans need to write down everything?” She asked, comfortably settled on the park bench and leafing through the book. The title on its cover looks like written in a foreign language but the girl doesn’t seem confused by it.

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               ❛ it is so they never forget. ❜ she states it so plainly, as if the uncomfortable feeling in her pit that came when she spoke was nonexistent. she turns the page. ❛ it is also so they can share stories. ❜

[adrasteiax]

greek mythology | selene

is the goddess of the moon. she is depicted as a woman riding sidesaddle on a horse or driving a chariot drawn by a pair of winged steeds. she is commonly depicted with a crescent moon, often accompanied by stars; sometimes, instead of a crescent, a lunar disc is used. selene’s great love is the shepherd prince endymion.

selene is often identified with artemis. both selene and artemis are also associated with hecate, and all three are regarded as lunar goddesses, although only selene is regarded as the personification of the moon itself. [x] [x]

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██┇❝ ☾ 。@reikaria

                  she ENJOYS the privacy that her domain gives her. while it wouldn’t be the greatest place to be if she suddenly fell ill, it was perfect for her any other time. she thirsted for knowledge, especially about who she was once before. the goddess of the moon, selene. 

                  it was fascinating.

                  ever since she started to learn more about who she was in the past, bits and pieces returned. if she concentrated as hard as she could, the comforting, healing light of the moon would shimmer in her hands. she had begun to recognise phrases in greek that she had heard in her echoing memories.

                  slim fingers run over the spines of books, tales of romance and riveting adventures, knights in shining armour, beautiful princesses and handsome princes. she loved it. so much so she doesn’t notice the sound of shoes tapping against her marble, until they reach her final step.

                  ❛ ah. ❜ a man with brightly coloured hair, and a face to match the princes and kings in her novels. why is he here? how did he get here?

                  why is he in her private space? this is her space.

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hey hey hey! this is my second muse here and i’m so excited to rp this baby! so, like for a starter! no caps!