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#✗┊*･˙ ˖✶ + 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛. ━ van rambles !

( * & --- --- romeo + cosette !! )

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

“ it’s a beautiful time of the year. ” cosette’s own ( gentle verve ) has a muted smile toying with the corners of the male’s brims, hues F I X A T E D on the petite figures that stand behind the glass. “ all the COLOURS are so lovely. ”

#✗┊*･˙ ˖✶ + 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. ━ vocals !#✗┊*･˙ ˖✶ + featuring cosette fauchelevent.

( * & --- --- romeo + francis !! )

(TRIGGERS! SELF-HARM, SUICIDE ATTEMPT, BLOOD. ALCOHOL.)

ribbons of CRIMSON RED dripped thick & viscous from the cold blue of the boy’s veined wrists; his nervous hands trembling —— chest heaving scattered, panicked breaths as an ocean of BLACK surged a lightless curtain over the gray of francis’ eyes. all his farewell letters: posted, the corners of his bedsheets: tucked, his last bottle of fine whiskey: drained, the love of his life: gone —— there was nothing left in the world for francis now but a loveless arranged marriage & the bitter taste of regrets. on days like this, everything was too harsh, too severe, too HARROWING; ‘forgive me, for all the things i did but mostly for the ones that i did not’ –— the words francis had posted to richard echoed relentlessly within the labyrinth of his mind as seeds of AGONY bloomed within the cage of his heart —— fast-draining blood & emptying arteries. breaths ragged, the blonde laboured a bitter, melancholic laugh as the world faded to black; … how TERRIBLE emotions were! despite the pain that oozed and cried from the wounds upon his wrist —— ebb then, flow now, red then, dead now —— no wound, no matter how fatal, seemed quite as horrifically painful as the pain that ached and screamed within francis’ own chest. there is no cure for a broken heart; save, for the body breaking with it. death.

and just when francis felt himself slipping away, the arms of peace enveloping his frail frame (warm, inviting, a numb sanctuary without feeling amidst this too cruel, painful place); the room around him began to shift, and the ground beneath him quaked and trembled with deliberate FEROCITY. were it not for the fact that quickly losing blood through the jagged lacerations upon his wrist, francis may have been seized by a PANIC, but instead he simply stood there motionless; watching with hazy confusion as the world grew faint. gray eyes rolled back into the embrace of their sockets; eyelids weakly fluttering shut.

( SILENCE, THEN NOTHING. )

BLUE … blue is the first thing francis sees. an impossible shade of blue. the sky is absent of even the faintest inkling of cloudy white; green blades of grass caress the side of the boy’s pale cheek —— wrists absent of the red that had flown from them just moments before.

“Mais, vrai, j'ai trop pleuré ! Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer : L'âcre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. Ô que ma quille éclate ! Ô que j'aille à la mer !”

the recited words fell from francis’ lips; eyes fluttering shut tightly for the briefest moments before they snapped open expectantly, willing the too bright park out of existence (without any success). “if this is heaven, or hell, it is much too much like the mortal world for my comfort. i loathe it.”

IF THERE IS SUNLIGHT streaming, balmy and pacifying upon the neatly-trimmed grass of artridge park, one can always find romeo montague sprawled, idle & lethargic, within the direct path of it’s most ( s e a r i n g ) rays. there’s something about the gentle warmth and the ways it blows kisses to sun-soaked flesh that has the male reminiscent of his youth ; early mornings, days spent under the verona sun ... nostalgia sends sharp pangs shooting RIGHT for the male’s heart, but the halcyon smile that etches a brilliant shape across chapped petals mutes those savage bolts before they can ruin the sheer ( joie de vivre ! ) upon romeo’s countenance. burnished, unruly locks tousled and rumpled by the gentlest of breezes, he could be a picture-perfect image of purest serenity as his spine relaxes into the soft ground, paper-thin eyelids closed to the blinding radiance that shines above his frame.

perpetual tranquility is something he’s MASTERED since his ( albeit, dreadfully unplanned ) arival at artridge. he won’t bother to form some whimsical fabrication about how he was oh so COLLECTED and COMPOSED ( ! ) about the entire affair ; he knows all-too-well how awfully c o n f u s i n g it is, to find oneself in a completely new environment whilst the memory of one so familiar is still burnt into one’s mind, the way staring at an object for long enough provokes a technicolour imprint-ghost behind the eyelids. his aching heart B L E E D S for those who find themselves unceremoniously dumped in artridge, vision blurring and pulse speeding the way his own did when he found himself strung over a park bench, wheezing and muttering italian curses to himself.

a metaphorical blanket of sheer SILENCE had been draped over the park only moments ago ; even the crickets, usually so mellifluous and talkative had found themselves with nothing to say upon such a truly superlative day --- --- that is, until romeo picks up the faintest hint of foreign utterances. it’s not quite his OWN language ; no, he’d know italian like the back of his hand, but it’s something familiar, something that has brows ( furrowing ) as he attempts to decipher it ! the words he drinks in are poetic, and just like THAT, he’s not only REMEMBERING, but offering the next verse in his own rapt, dulcet tones.

***

“ si je désire une eau d'europe, c'est la flache noire et FROIDE où vers le crépuscule embaumé un enfant accroupi plein de tristesses, lâche un bateau frêle comme un papillon de mai. ”

romeo DOUBTS he could ever forget rimbaud ; the poem has that ebullient grin broadening further upon rose brims as he rises slowly to his TOWERING height, tawny optics scanning verdant grass until he finds a reclined figure on the grass, whose syllables are faint but audible. beginning to saunter towards the other, he can’t wipe the elated element from ( defined, angular features ) ; he almost looks P L E A S E D to hear a language so similar to his own mother tongue.

“ mi scusi, but you look a bit .. lost, per se. i was merely wondering if you needed assistance ? my name is romeo. romeo montague. ” ( a pause ; if only to extend a slender, olive-toned hand out to the other whilst widened hues examine his frame. ) “ ... i’m sorry to hear that our mortal world isn’t quite to your taste, signore ; would it seem a fair shade brighter after a cup of tea ? ”

#✗┊*･˙ ˖✶ + 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔. ━ vocals !#✗┊*･˙ ˖✶ + featuring francis abernathy.#you: worries about this being long #me: WRITES MORE

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BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents.

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-choice / anti-abortion / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

#✗┊*･˙ ˖✶ + 𝚘𝚑 ; 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚜.. ━ cerebrations !

hello lovelies !! my name is van, & i’m so so so excited to be here !! this is such a pretty group, & i’m forever in gratitude to frankie to being allowed to write with you gorgeous lil dolls, but before we get there, lemme introduce myself & my lil baby, romeo !!

like i’ve said ; my name is van or vanya, i’m seventeen, & i’m a demigirl who uses she/hers or they/them pronouns !

as well as being very, VERY australian, i’m part-irish & part-english !! although i do have a ... very dominant australian accent, you can definitely sense the british in my pronunciation of certain words !

my hair is FLAME RED. like, full-on, ridiculous flame red. as in, this is literally how red it is. ( also, hello, have a shameless photo of urs truly. )

i’m currently a college student, doing five pre-tertiary subjects ( did you say, rip me ?? ) i’ll be heading to university in 2018, & i’m going to be doing a double major in law + political science.

like i said ; i’m a demigirl, & i’m also pansexual ! i’m also going to be going to the mardi gras in sydney next year for my 18th birthday !

i am the biggest literature nerd you could ever meet. i wish i was even kidding, but i’m not. i LOVE any kind of literature you could throw at me. there are so many books i’m dying to read !! my favourite books include lolita, a clockwork orange, obviously anything shakespeare has ever written, & anything oscar wilde has ever written.

my cat’s name is simon, & he’s a little angel !

i need to wash my hair really badly. i’m pretty greasy right now.

anyway, enough about me & onto my lil angel, romeo montague !