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sing something new i have NOTHING left ( i can't face the dark without you. ) Independent Daphne Greengrass RP blog. FORTIS CADERE, CEDERE NON POTEST.

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defiantcharms:

“A girl, hmm?”

           Life never changed that way, at least. Maybe the players and the details   (  a girl talking about a girl, and Lily as a single mother )    but emotions and whatever shade of love which was the plague of the week, those things were thoroughly reliable. 

“What’s her name?”

"A girl.”

     It’s a confirmation; Daphne watches her mother for a moment, as if to try and discern if there’s any discomfort there, and when it becomes clear that there isn’t any, she nods once.

     “Her name is Pansy.” As if this is news to anyone. “I’m -- we’d -- we’ve been friends, for a while now. And I’ve been a bit... in love with her since I was fourteen. And I don’t know if I should even con- sider saying anything at this point, or just try to start moving on.”

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                            SCORPIUS adored his cousin. He was a ball of fun and energy who                             never seemed to lack anything but smiles and laughter. But tonight,                             oh it had been chaos. He didn’t know if it was because of the food or                             the day or– whatever, but Orion was a brat.

         ❝ Oh, you sure you want to hear it? ❞

"He was that bad?” 

     Daphne cocks an eyebrow, amused -- far more amused than she should be. Damon is her son through and through, which means that she’s got a pretty good idea of what he’ll do when he’s not pleased with something.

     “What did he do? And what do you want to eat?” A beat. “You want something to drink? You sound like you earned it, kid.”

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"This is hateful.”

     She sighs, hands resting on the swell of her belly and sighing. She’s too warm. She’s too achy. She’s physically exhausted beyond reason. Pregnancy is not all it’s cracked up to be.

     “How the fuck did you do this for nine months? It’s only been six and I’m about ready to SCREAM.”

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"You’re Elena Gilbert.”

     It’s not a question so much as it is an observation; she looks Elena over and raises an eyebrow, before shrugging. She’s definitely hot, for an eighteen-year-old. She’s had worse babysitting details.

     “My sister asked me to come by, keep an eye on you. I’m Daphne. Greengrass.” A beat. “The hunter. She also mentioned that I should offer to teach you how to do some of this. I’m thinking, takeout, bad movies, and not getting murdered by Original vampires, yeah?”

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"So, how much for last night?"

meme

"Forty. I told you, I’m not covering your bill. But it’scute that you think I would forget that. Pay up, or Iswear, I’ll tell Astoria about the time I caught youcrying after I told you the plot of that Disney film.”

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                                 "You’re a monster.” 

It’s an accusation that Daphne isn’t expecting -- but then again, what else could she want? She’s made a point of establishing herself as something to be FEARED that it would be odd if she wasn’t -- she is tenacious, and her tenacity usually sees her through. 

     But she never wanted this. She never wanted PANSY to look at her and see a monster. No; she wanted her sister safe, she wanted herself safe, she didn’t want this aching, clawing sensation in her chest, like someone is trying to hollow out her rib cage and carve out what’s left of her heart, damaged as it is.

     She lifts her chin, looking deliberately away from her arm -- though she makes no attempt to hide the Mark there.

                                                            “And you’re a C O W A R D.                                                At least one of us had the nerve to actually                                                       do something, Pansy. Try harder.”

     ( She does not feel. She does not ache. She does not feel the sting and burn of tears in her eyes -- she does not feel the weight of a wand made evil by curses -- she does not bite her tongue to keep herself from crying out for Pansy to stay, to forgive her, to understand that she doesn’t have another option, that it’s her or her sister, that the torture and the torment is an easy price to pay when they have threatened to put Pansy in front of her if she cannot follow through. ) 

     ( She is STEEL. And steel does not suffer. ) 

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HC order

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daphne is obsessed with order. she is neat, organized -- she thrives on having a space that she knows and can navigate. she does, however, have an appreciation for a bit of chaos -- she’s got a rebellious streak and she loves causing trouble when she thinks it’s necessary. 

     but put daphne in an unfamiliar room and her first instinct is to rearrange it in order to make it as daphne-friendly as possible. however, she’s not always organized -- if you’ve seen elementary, imagine sherlock’s living space. chaos in some regards, pristine in others. that’s daphne. her work space is unbelievably easy for her to navigate but would probably baffle someone else if they tried to approach it. her living space is much the same.

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beause your soul is on fire a shot in the dark what did they aim for when they missed your heart?

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17 & 26

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17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

     Daphne traveled extensively in the first years after the war, especially after her father’s death. This was all in search of her mother -- and when her mother couldn’t be found, then Daphne only looked harder. Her travels brought her everywhere, but most frequently to Greece, Italy, and Germany. 

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

     After her father dies, Daphne lives permanently in Greengrass Manor -- huge, gothic, dark, with vines creeping up the sides and cavernous halls and stained glass. The inside of the manor is much warmer than you might guess from standing outside, or in the foyer; she takes great pains to make it as livable as humanly possible, and to inject some life into the space after it’s spent so long filled by grief and death. She has her stepmother help her decorate, and so the house has a lot of French influence. Her study is massive, filled with book after book after book, and that’s where she spends her most time.

     As for her personal taste, she combines elegance with something harder and almost militaristic. She favors military jackets and boots, trousers over skirts or dresses, something that gives her an appearance of power. She wears muted colors, primarily, and occasionally has a bright color as an accent. Her hair is usually kept down and in its natural curls -- sometimes, though, she straightens it, usually when she’s younger. She does, however, regularly experiment with hair color, and favors a dirty blonde or light brown as she gets older. She takes care of her appearance but rarely bothers with much makeup, preferring minimal eye makeup and either very dark or nude lipstick.

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❝I’m not an ugly duckling anymore. I’m a swan.❞

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“That implies you were ugly to begin with, kid.”

     Her voice is softer than usual -- but doesn’t Astoria always have that effect on her? Isn’t that how she always makes Daphne, softer and kinder and sweeter? One arm snakes around Astoria’s waist as her chin comes to rest on her shoulder, and Daphne turns just enough to press a kiss to her sister’s cheek. 

     ( The most beautiful thing about her is her smile, and it makes Daphne’s breath catch. If only Astoria had always seen herself clearly, had always thought the world of herself -- the way Daphne thinks of her. ) 

     They’re veering too close to the emotional, and so Daphne clears her throat and grins. “You look like me. You’ve always been a swan.”

     ( If there’s TRUTH to the final words despite the teasing... well, at least she tried. )

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“Oh.. I’m sorry… Drink?”

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47. IF THEY WERE TO FALL IN LOVE, WHO (OR WHAT) IS THEIR IDEAL?

meme

She wants someone strong, not necessarily kind. She is not bored by kindness, as her sister is, but she is too harsh even to feign gentleness when isn’t there, too harsh and too blunt. She is honest to a fault -- and so she would want someone equally so. Someone who would challenge her when she crossed lines, but someone who would stand by her when she truly believed in something she did.

     Someone who can laugh when she can’t, someone with enough light to balance out the exhaustion and the darkness she battles day in, day out. Someone who won’t challenge her when she doesn’t know how to charm or seduce, someone who will love her because of rather than in spite of. Someone she doesn’t have to protect, someone who won’t expect anything but exactly what she is.

     Someone who will love the people she loves. Someone who will keep her grounded on the days when she can’t manage it herself. Someone who will stand with her at her father’s grave and pretend that she isn’t shaking and weeping, but who will hold her hand even if they don’t say a word. Someone with a bite to their kiss and a smile to their sarcasm, someone far more balanced than she could ever be.

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She wears long sleeves and a sorrowful smile, and neither seem to be absent for long these days.

     The dark circles beneath Daphne’s eyes have grown more pronounced in recent days, her olive skin pale and her face drawn. There is nothing, nothing she can do besides wait, and commit all manner of unforgivable sins in the hopes that she can keep her sister from standing in her place -- but it doesn’t make it much easier to SLEEP. She shouldn’t have to do this, none of them should, but should doesn’t do anything when you’re in the middle of a war, and should doesn’t save you if you can’t save yourself.

     At least they have the Hogsmeade trips still, the semblance of normality that allows them to play at childhood. As if they have any right. As if they have any reason. What does she have left to tie her to childhood besides her shaking hands and the taste of bile at the back of her throat whenever she has to follow orders? 

     Astoria is there -- Daphne sees the familiar head of blonde hair and quickens her pace, catching up quickly enough and linking her arm through her sister’s. “You shouldn’t walk alone,” she murmurs in greeting, before pressing a kiss to her sister’s temple absentmindedly. “Where are you headed?”