LABEL: Agate. NAME: Aiobheann Bláth AGE: A minimum of 20, though as a changeling Agate possesses agelessness and can therefore be much older than this. SPECIES: Fae Changeling. GENDER: Female. FACECLAIM: Zendaya. STATUS: Agate is currently CLOSED for applications.
Quick breaths in the dark. Quick heart thrumming under the delicate bones of her ribcage. Agate is DIFFERENT from the others, she knows it in the very marrow of her being. She moves differently, she thinks differently, and theres a hunger in her she can’t sate. A hunger for WILD noise, for the ground underfoot, to dig her fingers into mud and muck and come away dirty. No –– Not dirty, at one with the earth again, connected to all living things in a way other creatures have forgotten is possible. There is something broken in her, she learns it too young. In her older years she may learn to pass it off as a WHIMSICAL air, a unique aura that makes her interesting. In her youth, all she can do is struggle to survive with it.
By the time she turns seventeen she knows that she’s awaiting something. A BECOMING. There was something broken in her, but she was going to become whole once more, as all things must. The shattered glass of her world can be plastered over with twinkling laughter, with shadows in the corner of her eye. Her soul is blamed with LIBATIONS and offerings to vicious God’s who hunt in the night. She meets the fair folk on the dance floor, under twinkling neon light, and feels something click into place in her chest. Agate learns the feeling of home when a SAVAGE beast reaches out to smear silver glitter upon her cheeks, when it echos through her and rings true. Like calls to like, all things have an equal and opposite, what goes up must come down again. She crashes into the reality of her existence and finds peace in it.
It’s funny, she thinks. That once she’s learned the taste of peace, she must come face to face with the reality of FEAR, that once she’s found home she must worry endlessly over the loss of it. Death is no alien creature to her. She has lost before, members of a human family that are retreating to mere SHADOWS in her mind. She values her new friends more, her new community. Agate knows this: she does not want to come face to face with the creature that goes bump in the night and threatens to DESTROY all that she holds dear.
YARROW: They’re sweet. They’re scared. They’re hers –– her equal and her opposite. As legend tells it they hesitated where she jumped in head first, they held back where she gave herself fully. She wants to know them, wants to make a home for them in awe and wonder. OPAL: The girl that keeps her coming back to Loophole, the thing that makes her think that even the human’s she’s grown so tired of have inherent beauty, that they can be gods in their own right if the light is right and the fancy takes them. ALABASTER: They’re a soft thing. Scared eyes. She wants to tell Alabaster that everything is going to be okay, that the world always puts itself to right and finds a balance once more, but she doesn’t have the heart to lie to them.
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