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a dependent muse blog for @blackwaterfm , muses directed by myah. twenty-five. cst.

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WHERE: st. vladimir’s cathedral. WHEN: late night, 19th october. WHO: reverend Silas & open | O1/O3.

silas leaned back against the stone wall of the old cathedral, hands buried deep in the pockets of his long, heavy black coat that cloaked him like a shroud of darkness. his eyes, sharp and watchful, glimmered in the twilight as they fixed on them. nine years in blackwater, yet he still carried that air of someone not quite belonging to this world, though no one would guess it by how seamlessly he blended into the town's quiet chaos.

“ funny place, blackwater, innit? people come 'ere lookin' for answers, but al l they find is more bloody questions, ” his head tilted slightly, the shadow of a smile lingering on his lips. “ so then, what brings you to my door? after a bit of salvation, or just lookin' for some peace in this mess? ”

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birdie often finds herself sitting in the cathedral, staring blankly at the large cross on the wall. it's often late when she comes in, often after her shift at the secret garden, often when no one is there. she likes it when no one is there, and all she can hear is the sounds the church's infrastructure makes.

she tries to hear god's voice, but she hasn't heard it yet. she wonders if she ever will.

sitting in a pew, hands shoved in the front pocket of her hoodie, she's wearing loose athletic shorts. not church apparel by any means but her shift just ended, and her work "clothes" would be less appropriate. birdie tilts her head when the reverend's voice fills her ears, chuckling under her breath. "they come here looking for the riverman, father. not answers. just desires." just saying his name sends a chill up birdie's spine, her skin pricking up. she sighs, looking at the man for the first time. her grey eyes, once her favorite feature, are now empty.

"just looking for some peace...i've been trying to hear god, but i fear i'm no good at praying," biridie tells him lamely. "do you believe in the riverman, father? is that the right term for you? i don't know much about the..." her finger spins around as she tries to think of the proper term, "the church rankings and whatnot."

#* birdie ; interactions #* birdie x silas #obsessed with all ur ocs like nomnomnom

OPEN STARTER ft. isaiah @ face paiting booth at the apple blossom celebration ! ( please feel free to assume connections ! )

isaiah has been practicing for this all year. he's studied the face painting books like they're gospel, and his youtube algorithm is permanently fucked due to the amount of face painting tutorials he's watched at this point. it's silly, he knows, but if he overheard a kid talking about how shitty their lion facepaint came out, he'd think he'd have to skip town.

"ah..." isaiah chuckles nervously at the other's request. he did lead with he can paint anything they wanted which has been a hit all day, but this request might be testing his artistic abilities. "that is...very interesting! i have to admit," he snaps his fingers, giving them an unsure expression.

"might be out of my comfort zone. what about a rabbit? or unicorn? maybe a tiger?"

#bwfm.starter #bwfm.event1 #LOOK AT THAT!

OPEN STARTER ft. birdie @ apple & fruit picking at the apple blossom celebration ! ( please feel free to assume connections ! )

birdie's fingers ache. they always ache. she curls them in and out as they lean against the old apple tree the other picked from. she pinches her face at the sight of a red apple in front of her, reaching for it anyway and yanking on it hard.

"i prefer green apples," birdie says absentmindedly, tossing the apple into the basket they shared with the other. there's a lot of fruit in the basket: peaches, strawberries, apples, even a squash birdie insisted they take because "what if we could use it late?" they hum down at the basket, tossing her long hair over her shoulder.

"i think we should go over the shit in here," birdie concludes after a long beat of silence. their empty eyes look up at the other, chuckling softly as they punch the other's arm playfully. "fear your arm is gonna fall off if we pick any more."

#bwfm.starter #bwfm.event1

OPEN STARTER ft. joel @ the fire department's booth at the apple blossom celebration ! ( please feel free to assume connections ! )

joel hates when the fire department does educational outreach. it's fine when it's teaching children not to play with matches or stick forks in electrical outlets, but being dressed in half of his uniform behind a booth at the apple blossom celebration feels like borderline torture. when someone approaches the booth, joel clears his throat, straightening up in his chair he was leaning way too far back in and flashing the fakest smile he thinks looks genuine.

"hello, would you like to learn how to protect your home from fires?" while speaking without breaking eye contact, he reached for a pamphlet and held it out to them. joel nods towards the black wooden box with red cut out letters taped to the front that read: DONATIONS.

"or you can save us both some time and make a donation to your local fire department. we really need some new jackets."

#bwfm.starter #bwfm.event1 #he doesnt have the jacket on but he's got the suspenders and stupid big pants on mhm!

OPEN STARTER ft. lara @ the pumpkin patch at the apple blossom celebration ! ( please feel free to assume connections ! )

"i'm just saying," lara starts as she kneels down to observe yet another pumpkin, "finding the perfect pumpkin is a skill. it takes time." she's only saying this because it's been an hour and a half and she still hasn't found the perfect pumpkin. lara is picky, her standards are high even when it comes to pumpkins, so when she sees slight discoloration at the bottom of the one she's looking at she sighs dramatically.

"this place is so shitty," lara deadpans with a shake of her head as she stands, continuing to walk down the path of dead grass through the pumpkin patch. "i swear every pumpkin we've looked at is disfigured or mushy. is there, like, a shortage on good, round pumpkins?"