#la busqueda

[luacarvalhohp]

La búsqueda

Participantes: 

Luana Carvalho

Lainer Ferreira (Director de Castelobruxo, llevado por @comodin_pj)

Carine Souza

Kimothy Cleverdon

Neville Longbottom

Datos: Exclusivamente pueden participar los personajes establecidos inicialmente por su creador, pero si se quiere participar póngase en contacto por MD.

Resumen: Luana Carvalho es una estudiante de sexto curso de Castelobruxo, la escuela de magia situada en la selva amazónica al norte de Brasil. Finalizando su año, el director de la institución la llama a su despacho para comunicarle algo que cambiará su vida por completo.

Roles:

Una mala noticia. Luana Carvalho y Lainer Ferreira (x).

Una mano amiga. Luana Carvalho y Carine Souza (x).

El baúl de Yarah. Luana Carvalho (x).

24 de julio del 2008, diario de Yarah. Luana Carvalho (x).

El colmillo blanco. Luana Carvalho (x).

Cambio de planes. Luana Carvalho y Carine Souza (x).

Pisando tierras británicas. Luana Carvalho y Kimothy Cleverdon (x).

Último día antes de Hogwarts. Luana Carvalho (x).

31 de agosto del 2008, diario de Yarah. Luana Carvalho (x).

Llegó la Navidad. Luana Carvalho (x).

20 de septiembre del 2008, diario de Yarah. Luana Carvalho (x).

30 de noviembre del 2008, diario de Yarah. Luana Carvalho (x).

26 de junio del 2009, diario de Yarah. Luana Carvalho (x).

La batalla del Bosque Prohibido. Daven Dovahkiin, Einar Dovahkiin, Gael Brewster y Luana Carvalho (x).

Padre e hija. Luana Carvalho y Einar Dovahkiin (x).

El otro padre. Luana Carvalho y Kimothy Cleverdon (x).

[Muchísimas gracias a @eaglebetweensnakes por esta preciosa imagen ♥]

[icarys]

but it was Earth all along

And what I learned was that I never had to look for you, not really. In your absence I constructed a mirage of you, something that was awkwardly cobbled together by accounts of you. I breathed the visage of you in, like secondhand smoke, and exhaled as though you only ever existed as a spectre.

It was something I did lovingly, tenderly - create you, then recreate you. I smoothed the imagination of you over and made a sculpture of you - frozen in time, smile affixed to your face. Everyone called you perfect - everyone still does, in fact, and it's an easy enough lie to believe when I had smoothed everything out. It was so tantalisingly easy to believe - the idea that the warmth of my hands unfixed your perfection, that it was better for you if I had made you perfect and cold in my head. That I would look, but never touch.

So there I was - me, hands laid bare and looking up at you, with your hands behind your back. I find it disgusting, even now, how unreliable eyewitness testimony really is. I never used to meditate on the fact that you were taller than me, but somehow that was all I could think about when you weren't there. The fact that you were above me, or the fact that I felt whittled, diminished almost in your existence. I didn't know why, but you chipped away at me.

But - it was just you all this time, wasn't it? And what did it matter, how others said you were doing? What should it have meant to me, how others speculated on your innermost thoughts, when I could've probably read them effortlessly? Why did it matter to me, at all, how others experienced you - why did it matter more to me than my own knowledge?

And, you - wasn't it a scary thing, watching me disappear like that? Wasn't it terrible for you, to watch me break myself against you, to hear me whisper about your godhead in your ear, but out of eyeshot? Wasn't it so, so awful to think that all of this was the fault of mistakes made when younger and even more stupid?

Somewhere in the past I can see you - overgrown child, who draws herself closer and closer to flames and draws back when they touch her - and from the future, I tell you:

"I found you."

- la búsqueda, fin

[icarys]

I didn't know why I kept finding you - Like opening a door to an empty room Only to remember why you closed it. I - a sharp, focused searchlight and you - Straying in the shadows - who disappears And reappears somewhere in the past. I - Looking in, and you, bracing the edges of the room, Wishing me gone. But what it really is: You - the Sun and I, Pluto - Faintly orbiting in the background Of a place where everyone loves you. You - who is loved by the planets And I - who you once considered one too.

if you went supernova I could get about close enough to touch you / la búsqueda

[underrtheskinn]

HISTORIA DE UN CRIMEN: LA BÚSQUEDA

miniserie

[ortoysangre]

[pripyatgirl1999]

“Miro hacia el cielo y veo un avión

Y me pregunto ¿a dónde va?

¿quién viaja en él?

¿qué buscará?

Su búsqueda de algo mejor”

La búsqueda- Fobia

[anthony10000000]

[zkoyllar]

Aquí encontrarás más información y cómo ayudar Aún quedan algunos días. https://www.indiegogo.com/projects/the-search-fundraiser-part-2#/story

Para ver el trailer de la película https://www.youtube.com/watch?t=33&v=iYThF0Vnm5E