VOLCHITSA

“ I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. ” MARYA MOREVNA. 25.ARTRIDGE. LITTLE WOLF...

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Will be on tomorrow! Got busy at work over weekend.

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[meiselr]

I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep | listen

[kacchibiriyani]

underrated books ➺ deathless by catherynne m. valente

Oh, I will be cruel to you, Marya Morevna. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. But you understand, don’t you? You are clever enough. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. But I am your servant. When you starve I will feed you; when you are sick I will tend you. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak.

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[decoruspopulus]

It was always around this time of year she missed her home, her real home. Sure it felt like she was merely in another city, perhaps even studying abroad, but everything was different. By now she’d gotten the hang of things and had managed to have some semblance of normalcy, but every now and again she’d catch a glimpse of something familiar and be caught off guard. It was one of these moments that led her to walk straight into another person. 

“I…erm… Sorry.” She offered up, dusting herself off before shooting the other a sheepish grin.

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“ Are you alight? ” Marya tucked her ungloved hands back into the fur lined pockets of her blood red wool coat. She recognized the blonde, though they had never spoken more than a few words to one another in passing. Initially the question was directed towards her because of their collision but when she looked her over, it was clear something else was on the blonde’s mind.

                                                  “ Are you hurt? ”

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On the outskirts of Artridge, there was a pond. And in that pond there swam a pair of ducks. The two were unlike their feathered cousins in Marya’s first homeland. And even more foreign than those of her second; where their blood was a metallic silver and they spoke in her mother’s tongue. To Marya’s delight, the feathered couple did not fly south when snow began to fall. She often visited them when the energy of the city, that had become her third— what what she felt was final home, was too much. 

The last of the granola bar Marya had brought as a gift had just been tossed into the water when a familiar noise sounded from the pathway behind her. It was the loud stomping of unsteady shoes sliding on ice. Before she could turn around a muffled thump let her know she would find somebody on the ground. 

“ That’s bad luck. ” Quickly she was on her feet, carefully shuffling over snow and ice to where the other was. She couldn’t help but softly laugh at the scene that had played out. “ Let me help you up. ” 

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Cosette looked in the bakery window, admiring all of the little gingerbread people.  “Don’t you just love Christmastime?”

“ I still don’t fully understand it. How it all ties in together...” Marya leaned towards the window display until her breath fogged her vision. “ How do these treats tie into the Christmas story? ” 

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Just got home from work and am going to be working behind the scenes ( theme, about... a proper introduction ) Let me know if I can do anything for you c:

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Hello everyone! I’m Dia. Dropping in to say a quick hello before I have to throw myself together for my shift tonight. 

I feel extremely lucky to have stumbled upon this group and can’t wait to get to plotting. Feel free to message me via Instant Messenger to plot while I am at work c: Marya has an open room at her apartment so if your character is looking for a place to stay, we can make that happen. 

I’m a fan of all things platonic and playing out the natural chemistry that forms when writing new interactions. Of course I don’t mind plotting back stories out behind the scenes as well.

Later tonight I will write a better introduction but this will have to do for now.

Off to paint my face I go.

[museofbirds]

the darkness got a hold on me.

[prettymysticfalls]

It’s challenging and it’s rewarding work. It makes me very happy; it’s satisfying and cathartic, but it can mess with my head sometimes. If I have a whole day of really emotional work then it can be a real bummer. Crying all day is a real bummer.

[volchitza]

She clenched her jaw to show him that she was not kind, would never be.

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She is so stubborn, her heart has an argument with her head every time it wants to beat.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless