lesnth/erebian ~ turinth/veldere
lesnth: someone who is lesbian and erenth
turinth: someone who is lesbian and erenth
meant as counterparts to lesboy and turigirl
terms coined by me! | erenth was coined by @/gender-jargon
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lesnth/erebian ~ turinth/veldere
lesnth: someone who is lesbian and erenth
turinth: someone who is lesbian and erenth
meant as counterparts to lesboy and turigirl
terms coined by me! | erenth was coined by @/gender-jargon
@erebian
Chlomaki doesn’t think she’s ever walked so much in her life, treading and re-treading the same stretches of ground. It’s tiresome. She paces the City the way a caged animal paces useless, restless circles. After a decent length of time here, she supposes she can’t call the place boring by any stretch. In fact, if she’d come here by choice, she would have been fascinated by the bizarre structure and variety of the location, happy to linger and observe. But that’s the key point. Choice. Her helplessness is underlined at every turn. New “experiments” seem to pour into the City on a regular basis, and everything she has turned up so far suggests this has been going on for a very long time. She’s trapped. An experiment. A prop, a source of entertainment. It’s familiar in a way that makes bile crawl up the back of her throat if she thinks on it too deeply, and her restlessness grows with every passing day. Out of all the Sectors Chlomaki has explored, she likes Six the least. Bright blue skies, lush green grass, quiet and unremarkable compared to the vibrant clash of Four or noxious fumes of Two. Still, she makes her way there from time to time. If a certain God is also out and about, and passes by a simple, neighbourhood chapel, they will encounter Chlomaki, rather distinct with her all-black clothing, black tail and ears. Her arms are folded, and she regards the place of worship with a skeptical expression.
“Gods, huh...” she says, in a thoughtful voice.
my mistake !! how about crimson and acacia?
you got it!!how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?
very!!! chlomaki savours every second of her life as a witch and every moment she spends practising magic. she takes great pleasure in exercising the freedom to do whatever she wants... to the point of it becoming a personality flaw, honestly. she pushes boundaries that don’t need to be pushed simply because she has the freedom to do so. she’s drunk on it.how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?hmm. good question! when chlomaki dislikes someone she tends to behave as if they never existed in her life at all. she blocks them out. i think it would take a lot for her to develop a genuine festering grudge that she can’t put out of her mind the way she usually does.an exception would be if she is in a position where she can’t feasibly ignore the person/eject them from her life. that would make her feel cornered, and that would get her to hate someone. chlomaki does not like feeling trapped.
currant and burnt umber!
already done burnt umber and currant.