chosen.

indie original character loved by mouse

[pathowing]

a breath of confusion upon lips as millie stands still within a distance that was safe. there was a different world that existed away from the cathedral and away from the rule of her father and the word of the lord. she could cite verses from the bible , but when it came to interacting with people outside of that lore , she was lost. Hands together , touching fingertips , and in the light of the automatic dimmers that illumined the centuries old building , she truly looks like a site.

but here she would stay , unsure of the others' presence.

@mosttrusted

[pathowing]

ok hi I’m back

[pathowing]

 the last thing , and she means the very last thing that she was expecting to see on the doorstep when she finally saw her father leave for the night – was someone that she considers a close friend. ( yes true , they’ve only had interactions a handful of times but she can’t think of anyone else that she would be this worried about. ) 

 “ y-you’re hurt! you’re hurt , are you okay? what happened? can you walk?  “ she’s asking a million questions at once , he looks bad , and her heart is racing a million miles an hour as her small frame makes an attempt to pick him up and bring him inside herself. 

@theseancekid

[pathowing]

                             One person’s lie is just another man’s truth                         We kept on running from the devil, but the devil was you

               indie original character loved by mouse – TW for religious/ and other traumas 

                                                            HOME 

                                                           remade 2022

[cravensw0rth-a]

#𝐊𝐥𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐌 ― an exploration of :  coming back from death wrong , death & unlife , blood turned to ichor , the fragility of human nature , selective conscious , the burden of love , the jack of all trades , the endless cycle  of the sunrise & the sunset , immortality , love & monsters.

ind, private, medium / extremely low activity   𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚣𝚕𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚑   of   𝚠𝚠𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚜  , written as a horror character , as bitten by jayne bird . ( 23 , she/they ) . canon divergent / headcanon based. trigger heavy content .

[pathowing]

it's not her place. It wasn't her territory ... ( anything outside the cathedral wasn't now that she thought about it. ) That was a thought for another day , she has to voice her opinion --

" that... doesn't look safe. " millie speaks up , unsure if the other even heard her.

@ratkiing

[pathowing]

it got her into more trouble than she'd like to admit , but when there was someone who seemed like they were obviously in some kind of distress -- there was no doubt that millie was going to step in and help. To offer some sort of relief , that was why she was put here after all , wasn't it?

" Are you .... okay? " she asks , albeit hesitantly.

@empathable

[pathowing]

millies dad : where have u been?

millie, because she cannot tell a lie : been hanging out with the vampires across the street.....

[pathowing]

it was really the only time she was able to go out -- the night provided a shield and yet , she would have loved to see things as they were in the morning. The people , the buildings , it probably looked all that different! Every time she'd snuck out , Millie finds herself going further and further into the unknown. It would be alright , surely .... it would be.... right? She has a rather large coat on ( one that was donated to the coat drive and she'd stored away selfishly because maybe one day she would need it for this exact reason. )

It worked well as a concealer , but it looked way too big on her -- her heart is beating a mile a minute , so concerned with just getting to wherever there was -- she immediately rushed head first into someone !!

@fcllederage

[pathowing]

she had come around this particular place often ( when no one was around and the nightfall shielded her from being seen by any curious eyes ) but besides the overwhelming amount of books she could see as she peered through the window , something else had drawn her here , and she's not entirely sure what.... She thought she'd read all the books in the world , with how many she had piling up in her room or in different places in the cathedral. But this -- there were so many in here ( maybe tonight might be the night she gains the courage to sneak inside .. . . , and she doesn't catch herself for how long she's staring until she sees movement coming from inside. --

Millie would almost stumble backwards , ducking under the window to avoid being seen by whatever had caught her eye ( or maybe there was no one in there entirely , and it was just her paranoia sneaking up on her again! )

@angelshiraeth

[pathowing]

okokok now that I’m here AGAIN

feel free to like this for a starter!!

[pathowing]

Hi I’m back

[ohisms]

𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 .    ( soft  angst  starters.   )

❛  i  can’t  do  this  without  you .  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  safe  for  people  to  see  us  together .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  leave  me  alone .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  know .  ❜ ❛  just  go .   get  out  of  here ,   go .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  even  trust  myself ,   anymore .  ❜ ❛  there’s  nothing  left  for  me  here .  ❜ ❛  i  still  need  you .  ❜ ❛  i  only  wanted  to  help .  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  doing  this ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  it’s  not  true .   please .  ❜ ❛  i  have  to  do  this  alone .  ❜ ❛  how  did  you  get  this  scar ?  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  tell  me .  ❜ ❛  don’t  yell  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i  never  meant  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  things  are  getting  bad  again .  ❜ ❛  you  should  go .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  said  enough .  ❜ ❛  how  dare  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  still  here ?  ❜ ❛  you  deserve  better .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  talk  about  it .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  fix  this ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  you  hate  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  just  want  to  feel  something .  ❜ ❛  don’t  lie  to  me .  ❜ ❛  did  you  ever  care  about  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  regret  any  of  it .   not  a  single  thing .  ❜ ❛  how  could  you  say  that ?  ❜ ❛  i  never  asked  for  this .  ❜ ❛  this  isn’t  you .  ❜ ❛  i  need  to  go .   i  can’t  be  here .  ❜ ❛  what’s  that  supposed  to  mean ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this .  ❜ ❛  thank  you  for  being  gentle  with  me .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  possibly  trust  you ?   after  all  you’ve  done ?  ❜ ❛  don’t  run  away  from  this .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  understand .  ❜ ❛  please ,  i  can’t  do  this  right  now .  ❜ ❛  can  you  forgive  me ?  ❜

[pathowing]

           millie wonders why he was back again . . . ( this time by himself , she was sure he had come earlier with someone else ). It was rather late , and it seemed like he was searching around for something , and she would follow. Silently as he tracks through the dim lit church. She thought that her father had told them everything they needed to know. Brows furrow together and she continues to watch , maybe leaning a little bit too far forward on the step , as it creaks , she would escape to the top once more. 

@sunsymbols​

[pathowing]

  while it wasn’t strange to see someone standing out on the steps of the church so late , it was strange to see someone dressed as he was. Maybe he was here to see her father? She would have to break the news to him -- Millie would look around , and while she didn’t sense any immediate danger , she would never be too careful. Taking a step closer , the streetlights and light of the moon would illuminate her strange appearance , and a hand would slowly dive into her pocket incase she needed to protect herself with that knife she found on the street. 

     “    if you’re looking for the priest of this church , i’m sorry but he’s not home right now.  “  she would say , keeping herself a safe distance away.   she senses something , but she’s not quite sure what , her heart hammering in her chest is a distraction from everything.   

     “   are you. . . . okay?   “ she would ask

@toonsupe​

[pathowing]

          she’s trying to rush back home , through the streets to avoid people , a complicated way through alleys and side roads she knew best. This wasn’t her first time outside and yet every time she rushed back home before the sun rose , she could feel her heart beating out of her chest. ( what would happen if he found out , what other restrictions would be put on her?  )  She can only pray silently to God above that he didn’t notice she was gone yet.  Hands clutch the notebook she kept hidden from him as well. Full of names of things she can only learn from the outside , paths to places , an articulate study of the world around her she wasn’t supposed to see. 

She wishes that those wings of hers let her fly like she thought they were intended to do. 

it’s that notebook that ends up falling out of her hands , pages scattered ( and hopefully note getting dirty ) across the feet of the other that she trips in front of , but she’s quick to get up , maybe a little too quick. 

@cardiomyapathy​

[pathowing]

      it was normal . . .. to find someone hiding in the place she called home. No matter how late it was , the church was always open to travelers no matter what the reason was. It didn’t ever stop her natural curiosity. So many different stories people held , all going off into their own worlds when they left through those doors. Hands would clutch the bars of the railing of the seating from up above and she would watch as she hears heavy boots stomp on the floor. 

Moving her way down to get a better look , again , she moves only with questions to guide her away from the fear she felt. But she missteps , making a creak that echoes through the pews and rose painted windows -- 

and if the visitor would look ahead , they would see what looks close to an angel. 

@developedniche​