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OOC Name / Alias: eda Are you 18+?: yes! Time Zone: gmt-5 Do you understand that this roleplay is an 18+ environment, and that you may be exposed to explicit material, mature content, or triggering themes?: yes! Is this a second character? n/a IC Face claim/Group/occupation: min yoongi/suga (bts) Chosen Name: salem blue Son/Daughter of: kronos House: ionic Please include a writing sample below. Does not have to be of this character, you are welcome to use any previous threads from other rps you believe best showcase your writing. We are seeking quality, not length. distantly, a clocktower chimes— or maybe it’s the bell by the door when it swings shut, but the subtleties of every note in a scale of perfumes is more important to her, so she doesn’t care to see for herself. the scent of old ink and flower petals sinks into her very skin, soft sweet nothings beginning to decorate the delicate curves of her cheeks. there is something for her here. she hasn’t decided what, just yet, but fate is whispering to her in the way that it does when it’s trying to make things happen.
between the carnations and chrysanthemums, sen sees her. the crystals in the window project prismatic fairytales onto the planes of the girl’s face, blazing hues digging into the softened pastels of morning. cinderella, snow white, briar rose - all there - sugar coated color spectrums in a dozen brush strokes right where a blush may sit, like she’s doing it on purpose. like a glitch in the so called matrix, where fantasy lacerates reality and makes her stumble into a double-take.
when a girl believes in beauty, how can she ever find anything truly impressive? yet, there sits a masterpiece - not the arrangements at the desk, but their creator, an earthly delight putting aphrodite to shame. sen is on earth, isn’t she? she doesn’t remember dying, and doesn’t know if that’s the sort of thing a phantom is allowed to remember, but she asks anyways, just to make sure.
“are you an angel?”
