panic in eyes warm & sweet, body stumbling through streets in confusion, pain permanent upon features as realization hits. she’s alone again, stuck in a limbo she cannot escape. throat sore from screaming, dejection in every tone, resorted to whispers of reassurance to self as she once again passes by another human unnoticed. fear is the only thing left as emotions roar, objects being thrown behind her. fingers twist & play, whittling down fabric & lace of clothing, hues scanning area before turning back to ground.
presence she knows, someone calling out for the ghost? head on a swivel, stumbling more as she tries to pinpoint location, but everything is in disarray. when body comes in contact with tree, she knows she’s visible once more, & they are now in eyesight. ❝ ethan? ethan! i’m here! ❞ at a full sprint now as her person collides with his, arms wrapped tightly around neck.
I’d definitely say it’s been an honour to be able to portray so many different types of characters throughout my career; especially being biracial and so young.
Sydney Park by Randy Tran
Ethan held a couple different books in his hands, each with a title relating to vampires but he couldn’t exactly be sure which ones were fiction or not. “Oh,” he realized, “I was wondering if you could direct me to your non-fiction section?” Not that he was sure there’d be anything in there that could help him, but he was hopeful. “Or.. Maybe tell me if you know anything about these books?”
head cocks, eyes drifting over titles & spines, ❝ these are definitely all fiction. it’s hard to find any reliable books on supernatural creatures & myths. ❞ shock suddenly situates on features, teeth come to gnaw on bottom lip, sheepish & mortified. not everyone knows, these creatures ( her included ) lead quiet & secret lives; a slip of the tongue could kill someone. looking back up, she gently nudges him, ❝ i mean ! god those myths are always rewritten & messed up like--- c’mon the little mermaid did not end with a happily ever after. ❞
takes sip of coffee before awarding the other with response, fingers toying with straw as she did. finally lowers it, the fae easing into a grin as bright gaze locked on the other. ❝ no fue nada importante. was nothing really, just a comment about how deep in dreams you appeared. —- i do believe there was even a longing sigh or two. ❞ how gross was the love talk? though it does not come forth. after all, it could be said that she had that level of reaction at times with certain someone. ❝ but now that you are back on earth, i think another round of coffee sounds right. ❞
tap of finger on lips, excitement apparent in dark hues, lionhearted girl smiles at the other. she of grace & beauty, love & peace, forever unique & revered by this dearly departed soul. ❝ some of the best romance is in literature & poetry, can’t blame a girl for wanting a piece. ❞ glances at her companion, she pushes off the stool, bearing weight once more on legs, moving round to stand beside her. hand almost outstretches for a moment before its caught, too forward &, although harmless, embarrassing how affectionate she could be. ❝ let’s go! i can always use some more caffeine. can’t believe i ever went without it. ❞
❝ oh! um --- sorry i definitely wasn’t paying attention. oscar wilde just has that way of writing where you’re absolutely sucked into the love & romance! ❞ book tucked away into satchel, fingers push curls back into place, lips part in smile. it is nothing out of ordinary; lost amongst dreams & words twisted so sweet, heart of gold cannot deny seduction of old literature & pages worn from turning. attention sparked, placed upon companion before her, ❝ you were saying? ❞
. ﾟ * ｡ ･ ( sydney park / cisfemale / she/her ) — wait, is that GABRIELLE THEODORA PRESCOTT walking down the street? i’ve heard the TWENTY ONE year old BOOKKEEPER happens to be a GHOST. apparently they’re really -SCATTERBRAINED & -MELODRAMATIC, but surprisingly +HUMBLE & +CHARMING. I always think of SIDEWALKS AFTER IT RAINS & SHAKESPEARE SOLILOQUIES when i hear their name. (dae, 25, she/her, pst)
name: gabrielle ‘brielle’ theodora prescott
birthday: may 29th
gender: cisfemale
sexuality: pansexual
personality.
+ humble, charming, gregarious
- scatterbrained, melodramatic, sullen
aesthetic.
the smell of rain / thunderstorms / water crashing onto rocks / spilled ink / candles burning / leather journals / bookcases / piles of books / marble statues / grand libraries / trench coats & pleated skirts / flower crowns carefully woven / hearts drawn in pen on skin / sunlight peeking through blinds / messy buns & glasses
about. triggers: death
brielle was born in 1775, shortly after america had gained their independence from england. having high aspirations and the joys of a new life, she thought she was going to have the world. that was suddenly stripped from her when she was murdered while walking the beach in the early morning. her killer had strangled her from behind, throwing her over the cliffs and into the waters below where her body would rot and decay, slowly drifting out to sea. she understands that she’s dead and accepts her fate (though she wishes she could know if the man ever saw justice), but she also cannot accept the fact that she can’t coexist in society.
as a child, she loved literature and only wished to be a writer or a great poet, so she decided to roam the local library, indulging in her favorite stories and poems. she gets enraged from time to time when she realizes all of the things that were stolen from her and she tends to hate what she is during these moments.
she wears a necklace almost every day that allows her to stay tied to the physical plane. it was the only thing she died with that actually stayed with her. she met a seer who was able to help her perform a ritual to enable her to remain on earth with the help of a druid’s dying words.
brielle is a romantic okay, she just wants love and happiness. she sees the world always with rose-colored glasses and believes the best in people. she’s been enamored by books and poetry so her ideas of life and how the world should be are entirely warped. she is that child that would run around and pretend she was some princess or maybe even juliet! she is sweet and lovable, but she has her dark sides.
if you think even for a moment that this girl isn’t slightly vengeful, you’re wrong. while she does have a heart of gold & a kind soul, brielle is not one to be messed with & if you piss her off enough she can be a torrential hurricane that destroys everything in her path
she definitely has characteristics of a poltergeist type or an interactive personality. poltergeist is when she’s overly emotional and unable to control herself or her powers. she gets like this and can be considered malicious at these moments though she never means to hurt anyone (unless you’ve done something to deserve it). interactive personality is any other time, it’s fleeting memories and moments. a smell, disembodied voice, her figure standing by the lighthouse cliffs. she can seem otherworldly & ethereal at times
she wanders the coast constantly. the water was always something she adored, it was calming and peaceful and when she was staring out at sea, she could feel herself breathe again. her parents were hard on her, wanting her to get a grip on reality, but she would always be a dreamer through and through.
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