CHO SARA. ⠀ ˗ˏˋ ✞ ˎˊ˗

𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒–𝖾𝗒𝖾𝖽.⠀ 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩–𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥.⠀ 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵.

[sara-vel]

intro.⠀ prologue.⠀ dossier.⠀ background.

[sara-vel]

activity check! ( task 012 )

thread for activity check 08/31.

[sara-vel]

the witching hour. w. @velxgraves

velgrove breathes its last sighs of the day as the dark of shadows lengthen and soft amber lights of shops and cottages alike dim one by one. the town at this hour feels like a hollowed thing. mostly empty streets smothered in silence and windows shuttered and drawn tight against whatever lingered past midnight. a breeze slips between the crooked rows of sleeping homes and closed stores, carrying with it the faint brine of the sea and the tang of pine from the forest.

bare feet kiss the cobblestones, dirt–stained toes sinking into cracks where weeds have sprouted green. sara moves in a strange cadence, as though she was a puppet in motion, tethered to invisible strings controlled by an unseeable phantom, each step borrowed from another’s will. her hair falls in disheveled curtains against her face, a nightshirt thin as gauze clinging to her petite frame, while loose drawstring shorts barely make it past mid–thigh. absent of any coat or shoes, there was nothing to guard her from the evening chill that seeps through the bones of velgrove after dark. the air bites, yet she does not shiver, does not fold her arms for warmth. unbothered, the medium drifts forward.

to the casual glance, she might have appeared only as a weary figure returning home too late from an evening bender, slipping through the stillness with the rest of the slumbering town. but should any eye linger long enough, the peculiarity emerges — her pace too even, her expression absent, her glassy stare unfixed on anything at all. without pause or falter, her feet lead her down the thinning path where hard stone eventually gives way to soft dirt, the world narrowing into the mouth of thistle forest. ghostly whispers of branches bending to the wind coaxes sara through the thicket, towards the lake awaiting beyond the trees.

[sara-vel]

hello, hope you’re doing well! ♡

feel free to call me lucy. ( she/her, 25+ ) quick disclaimer — this is my first tumblr rp ( yay me for finally making the jump to try out a new platform! ) so if i make any errors, do let me know as i’m not yet fully knowledgeable with tumblr’s mechanics. 

phew. now that’s out of the way, i’m excited to serve up my kooky spooky psychic medium, cho sara, in a silver platter to everyone for writing! you may find more information about her through these links: dossier. background. 

i do have a few connections and prompts written up for inspiration, but i’m also happy to brainstorm if nothing fits. i’m open to plotting via tumblr dms or discord, i don’t mind either! if interested, leave a like on this post and i’ll reach out shortly.

below the cut is a tl/dr on her arrival to velgrove: cw. alludes to struggles with addiction. 

a month has passed since her arrival and the medium still does not remember the details of her coming to velgrove at all. she tries to recall, searching through the foggy recesses of her brain, and only ends up with splintered memories that do not fit together. everything else is fuzzy — but then again, when has it ever been not? since taking that first painstaking step to sobriety, never had it been more difficult to differentiate what could be mere withdrawals and what were actual manifestations of something more sinister. the only things for certain after coming to her senses were that she had checked herself into a cottage downtown, her boots were muddy, one of the wheels of her suitcase was now missing, and oh. the voices ringing in her ears have since grown louder in volume than they ever had. 

upon learning the town’s history and becoming piqued by its surrounding oddities, she decides to stay for the time being until further notice. it had been a while since she last worked and a lightbulb just went off on her head at the opportunity to worm her way into the townsfolk’s mourning, vulnerable hearts. and if she were to go insane, velgrove seemed as good a place as any to completely spiral.