Dec 4, 2020
Fair Lady
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from Colombia
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Panama
seen from Russia
seen from Türkiye
seen from Portugal
seen from Saudi Arabia
Fair Lady
enviroment study with some ocs :) not too fond of this one but oh well! its practice u_u
design commission for @espeon765 and Flame1989 on FA of their beautiful shiny eevee/zorua child Hariot <3 Follow me on twitter and furaffinity! https://twitter.com/HamsterOfTime http://www.furaffinity.net/user/hamsteroftime/ Please support me on patreon and ko-fi! https://www.patreon.com/niloxylo http://ko-fi.com/niloxylo
Personal art
Thomas Harriot – Scientist of the Day
Thomas Harriot, an English mathematician and cartographer, died July 2, 1621, at about age 61.
read more...
Snow gently floated down to the ground. It immediately melted as it touched the cobblestones, but it still worried Hetti. “I believe that we may be getting too far from the coast.”
“Why do you say that?” asked Hariot.
“Hey, Hets. Let’s get a cat.”
“No. I want us to have a cat,” Hariot corrected her.
“Here I thought I was banned from owning animals.”
“That was a long time ago. I think you know not experiment on them anymore.”
Deciding to not agree or disagree with the statement, Hetti steered the conversation away from herself. “Why exactly did this secret desire of yours come about anyway?”
“Oh,” Hariot looked away but she was too close to hide the faint red that was already creeping onto her cheeks. “I just want something that the two of us share.”
“You say that as we are on the bed we both sleep on, in the room we both use, in the house we rent together.” Hetti’s kept her voice flat but she was smiling all the same.
Hariot squirmed uncomfortably. She should have known Hetti would not pass up the chance to tease. “I know. I guess I should say something that we can, you know,” Hariot tried (but failed) to keep the blush spreading as she continued, “take care of together.”
Hetti’s smirk widened. “With a blush like that, it is almost as if you are proposing to start a family together. Does Mommy Riot just want to stay with Father Hets so badly?”
“I-it’s not like that!”
“Do you think that Father would leave Mommy if Mommy didn’t have a child?”
“S-stop it, Hets. You know I didn’t mean that.”
Hetti feigned a frown. “Oh, I thought that you cared if I stayed or not.”
“Of course I do! Just… God, you are such an idiot.” Hariot tried to get up before the conversation got even more embarrassing.
Hetti giggled and pulled the fleeing Hariot down. “You can’t leave half way. You were the one who got yourself into it.”
“You were the one who—“
“said yes.”
Hariot just lay on the bed; blinking for a long moment. “Huh?”
“We can get a cat. I want one with lots of markings on it though, not a pure white or black one.”
Hariot flung her arms around her twin’s neck and pulled her close. “Whatever you want.”
“In that case, it has to have long hair.”
“Okay.”
“It has to be sleepy and cuddly.”
“That’s fine.”
“We have to name—“
“No, no, no. Your naming privileges are still revoked. I get to name it.”
“I thought Laundry was a perfectly fine name.”
Hariot pulled away and just glared (although the effect was lessened by the smile they both were sharing). “I get to name the poor cat.”
Hetti suck out her tongue. Hariot just laughed at the gesture. Soon, Hetti joined in as well. Soon after that, they had a little bundle of long, tabby fur called Socks.
Nothing. It was always nothing. There were never any books that gave the information; there were never any stories that told the tale; there were never any elder that could give wise advice. No. It was always nothing. Hetti shut the last book that was in her pile. Hariot had finished hers just minutes before. They both knew the other would not find anything in this library no matter how many times they came back. They did not even bother asking anymore. Anthony, however, had not conformed to the new procedure.
"Nothing," they both sighed together.
Hetti rubbed her tired eyes. "Not even a mention in a faerie tale."
"And certainly nothing useful in this pile of junk." Hariot angrily stabbed at the rather large pile of newspapers she had been shifting through earlier.
"Indeed. It is almost like these people have never even experienced magic before," Hetti said, straightening out her own pile. "They know even less than Alko did, and that is certainly saying something."
Anthony smiled at the prospect of home. It had been so long. "Does that mean we should, like, try going back?" The twins both glared at him, so he hurriedly added, "I mean not back back. Like backtracking back where people like actually know about magic and stuff. I mean, we already know that," Anthony paused, “you know…”
“That we had the wool pulled over our eyes it lightly,” Hetti finished for him.
“Yeah. Or something,” Anthony mumbled. He looked over at Hariot who tried with no success to keep the sour look off her face.
Noticing her brother’s stare, Hariot snapped, “Why don’t you guys just say it? Merry led us off to this random land where we can’t even talk to the stupid people, and then just abandoned us here.”
“Technically—“
“Don’t,” snapped Hariot.
“I was only wanting to point out abandon only means when one leaves without any intention of coming back. He said nothing as he left. As he was in quite a hurry, I don’t doubt that the first thing on his mind was tell us his schedule.”
Hariot coldly glared at Hetti. Hetti only gazed back evenly.
Sensing the conversation had just stalemated; Anthony huddled farther into his chair and emerged himself in his sketchbook again. He couldn’t stand how what the two were becoming. Merry had to come back soon or else. Else what, he did not know. He just knew that something was breaking, and soon it would never be fixed. He would gladly accept any of the weird man’s excuses if it meant his sisters would go back to being normal.
Without the further stimulus of their brother, the twins just continued their staring match. Eventually, even that ended, and they both looked away.
A quiet tiredness descended upon the group. They had already pulled everything that looked even remotely promising from the pitifully small amount they could read within library. There really was nothing more to do. They could try to find one of the few people who could understand them again, but neither honestly felt like doing so. Instead, they just sat quietly in the library; doing as much as they found within the words of the books around them.
Hetti was first to break the depressing silence with the screech of her chair against the floor. "Let's find something to eat shall we?"
Anthony perked up immediately. "O--"
“We need to at least try to do something useful,” Hariot interjected weakly.
“And eating is a very productive procedure. Isn’t that correct, Anthy?”
Anthony nodded enthusiastically.
“Then it is settled,” Hetti continued.
Hariot didn’t object this time or to the gentle tug Hetti supplied to her coat sleeve. They weren’t doing anything useful anyway Hariot reasoned with herself. With that thought, Hariot let her sister guide her to the door. Hariot saw Hetti politely nod to the librarian at the front desk and unconsciously did the same.
Hetti seemed unfazed by the entire procedure, but Hariot could feel herself shutting down. They were playing a game. Faking what had disappeared. Even the cold air could not break Hariot of the daze she descended into. It slapped at her cheeks mercilessly as the door opened, but Hariot just shut her eyes and braced against it.
She couldn’t stay back for long though. Hetti stepped out into the snowy landscape without hesitation. With another tug, Hariot was out too. Anthony huddled in the warm doorway for a few seconds, hesitant to walk through the chilly landscape as well, before taking a few bounding steps to catch up to his sisters. He immediately latched onto Hetti’s coat sleeve.
Hetti pulled him closer. “I think it best to go to the market today unless anyone has any objections. Without our trusty guide, I believe we would have a hard time much more than pointing and handing over money”
“Can we get some of that weird fruit stuff? You know, the one that comes in those jars?”
“Of course. We need to buy some bread to put it on too.”
Hariot started to block out the conversation of the two as they further discussed what they should buy. She felt herself slowly falling behind the two, but did not truly acknowledge the fact. They carried on through the streets while Hariot would have honestly completely stopped if not for the constant tugs from her sister.
She felt Hetti glancing back at her occasionally. Whether it was worry or annoyance or just a combination of the two, Hariot could not say anymore. And honestly… she did not care. All she cared about was right out of reach. It was all because of Merry. He was the one who led them here and then left. Now they could not even leave without him.
Who was really to blame though? Was it him… or was it the one who chased him off to begin with? Hariot felt a few tears prickle her eyes at the thought.
“Cheer up,” It was so quiet that Hariot almost doubted that it was actually said. In fact, the only reason why she believed it did was the faint tickling of warm air on her ear.
Hariot whipped her head up. Hetti had already preoccupied herself with Anthony, smiling as she looked at some of his most recent sketches he had done in the library. Hariot briefly wondered how she could stay so hopeful while trapped where nothing could be found before remembering that Hetti actually did not care. She was pretending as if she did, but she did not actually care. She did not care about magic. She did not care that no one understood them. She did not even care Merry led them astray or that he disappeared. No. It was all just an act.
Hariot hurriedly wiped off a few tears off her face. “I remember a time when you said you would never put up a mask.”
Hetti flinched and slowly turned. “Yes,” she began hesitantly, “I did say that once.”
“So what are you doing now?” Hariot felt her voice rising. “What changed? Why did you change so much?”
Hetti burst out laughing. “You make it sound like you cared for me!”
Hariot almost ground to a halt. “I…”
“You hated me. You left me. You abandoned me. As soon as you had the option, you choose another over me. Don’t make it sound like you care. You never cared about me. The true me… I have been gone a long time, Hariot. I would either have to live without you or lose myself. You made me choose. I chose you.”
This time Hariot did stop walking through the snow, dumb struck.
Hetti reached over to touch her twin’s cheek. “I regret every moment of it.”
This time, there really was nothing.