#deoraxde

[suntusita]

❝My coworker gave me this book…❞ She shifts awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with the woman as she pulls the aforementioned item out of her bag. ❝I like romance, but I don't think this quite suits my needs… Not that I read romance for any one specific reason it's just a genre I happen to find quite grand.❞ She coughed awkwardly, handing the book to Mer. ❝Perhaps you'll find this more appealing. It's about a very... 'intense' romance between a selkie and a human woman.❞ (i apologize to mer in advance)

"What is making you so weird?" Yet, the hair on Mer's neck rose to the sudden shift in the air. She wanted to stare Aileen down and demand an explanation for the awkwardness, but took the book without a moment's hesitation.

"Is this not a romance-" The image on cover finally registered, hitting her like a physical blow. It slapped her not once, but everything she peeked at the cover. It was so damning, she had to turn the book over.

Her cheeks burned as she scanned the blurb, fanning herself as she is left utterly speechless. "Wh-what would make you think I would-" She struggled to find the words to this."I-I...I'll read it."

Am I freaky? Mer wondered, her mind racing to the image she has given of herself. But, her French pride has won. She'd try anything at least once.

[suntusita]

@deoraxde special guest: zselyke

The last warm breezes of summer were fading. Where else to spent those last days other than in...Ireland? Zselyke had a plane ticket and post-it note of directions, the perfect combination.

Arriving at the terminal, Zselyke felt overwhelmed. Her English was rusty, and the chaotic movement of people, from dealing with customs, to having a 30-minute session with immigration, was all disorienting. Still, she knew her ultimate goal was to find the red-headed woman with too much energy. She scratched her right temple, her eyes scanning the crowd, but realized it was easier to use her phone.

[ sms ] I'm here. [ sms ] Outside, terminal 1. [ sms ] Why is there a sensory room here?

[suntusita]

THE  MOON:  A  foggy  forest  path

tarot based scene ✧˖° accepting

The forests always gave an unsettling feeling to the Monégasque, in all honesty, it may be due to the fact that everything that went wrong in her life happened in a forest. She sat on the patchy grass of clover as she awaited for Aileen's next set of commands. The swirling fog danced around them, blurring the edges of the former clear path, making Mirèlha hesitant on what's to come.

"It's beautiful here and all, but..." She heard tales of the forest and for some reason, something always tends to happen. If it's not snatching children, it's eating people, or something along those lines. "Are you confident that the forest isn't going to...you know....kill us."

She shuddered at the thought of it, imagine being eaten by trees? The ocean wouldn't do that, an eel would do it in an instance, and she liked that idea instead.

[ehrendame]

Starter for @deoraxde

Resi sat on a mossy stone bench overlooking the lush, rolling hills of Bavaria, the warm sunlight glinting off her brown locks. Her thoughts were heavy today—Ulrich’s words were still echoing in her mind. There was something grounding about him, but today, her heart felt restless. The scent of freshly cut grass and blooming wildflowers filled the air, and she let out a long breath. She was used to being strong, but today she wasn’t so sure.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps crunching on the grass. She glanced up, a smile spreading across her face as she saw the person approaching.

“Well, if it isn’t the wild Irish wind herself,” Resi said with a chuckle, pushing herself to her feet. “What brings you out here today?”

[suntusita]

"It'll be cute, I promise!" Mer opened her suitcase, an explosion of fabric, laces, rhinestones, gemstones, glue, and glitter – too much to count, laid within it. It was evident she'd been on social media lately and desperately wanted to make "princess hats" with Aileen. "I know, been there done that, but I really do think it'd be cute if we did this together and then get plastered at the pubs later with them on." Her eyes sparkled with hope as her hands gestured towards the overflowing suitcase.

@deoraxde ; short and sweet ❤️

[kaltiisms]

@deoraxde from x .

Fannar felt light headed as soon as the spry, pretty girl grabbed a hold of him, pulling him up onto the scratchy rocks of his home. He nearly tripped over his own feet trying to stand atop of them, too tall even for his young body, and he felt wholly too high up. ‘Aileen…’ his little voice rang out, his accent thick around the name. He held onto her just as tightly, fearful of falling and getting scratched on those sharp edges. He looked to the mountain in question, his stomach falling through the ground. He had heard stories about the mountain – Hekla, as he knew her – and the boy knew better than to go stomping where Gods don’t go. The Huldufólk wouldn’t approve at all. ‘That’s not just a mountain, Aileen… Hekla is a volcano.’ He explained, a scowl on his face as he looked down to the girl. ‘It would be very hot up there… and you know, what if we fall in?’ Fannar thought these were very real issues to think about, even as he swayed a little, trying to keep centred on the rocks they were stood upon. ‘The Elves wouldn’t like us going up there… we’ll get into trouble.’

[suntusita]

❝ I brought you cake! ❞ (she made it herself!!!)

{ happy early birthday mer! }

There could never be enough cake. Mirèlha couldn't help but smile as she looked at the cake in front of her. "Did you really make this yourself?" She asked as she held the cake, eyeing it in all it's glory. She was already determined to eat as many slices as possible. "I don't deserve such kindness, thank you~"

[cor-unum]

ʘ‿ʘ for vlatko sorry aileen is very Simple

You Think We're Pretty

'Oh, don't worry, I know, ptičica... You only seem to make eye contact with me half the time we talk.' There's a smug smile on his face, all too shit-eating and knowing. 'Too bad you can't reach.'