#starlark

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Returning to my Warrior Cats roots with possibly the goofiest thing I’ve ever drawn.

Inspired by my friend saying my little term for them (starlark) sounds like a WC name (it does) and then asking what each of their names would be (we landed on starpelt and barleylark)

I’ve not drawn WC in years and years, so this was honestly quite fun. Them with the map is my favorite. Then probably (sleep) because are you kidding me look at them

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Lark Chamberlain and Sirius Black’s relationship (Starlark)

(None of these gifs are mine.)

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Stumbled upon this poem for the first time in a while and I forgot how much I love it. Not letting myself forget again.

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Of an Understanding

Spring 1779.

Mary sits across from her Husband, a Kettle untouch’d between them. Enveloping the two is a Silence of peculiar Character, one which ever follows the unexpected Inquiry of a wondering Mind. She is waiting for him to break it. He is watching a Bird in the Garden. At length, he speaks.

“I believe I loved him.”

“‘Tis natural to love thy Friend.”

“Mm...?” he shakes his head, wandering the twist’d valleys of Language for an Approximation. “I loved him in what way I ought to love you.” Despondent, “Is that natural, Mary?”

She considers him a while, careful and calm, and he is hit, suddenly, with how little he knows of her. “I do not know,” she decides. “Tho’ in Love, I believe that which becomes Grief cannot be unnatural.”

“A poor Design of Nature, then, that I should have given my Heart, thee awaiting, to one who could never have taken it.”

“To say such a Quandary is the fault of Nature is folly,” twisting the pinchbeck Band on her ring-finger. “The Labyrinth of Expectation belongs to Man.”

By her Mouth lays the Ghost of a smile, though her Eyes shine with something else. Charles sighs, an assent, turning back to the Window with the whistling Bird, motes a-twirl in the cold light of Morning.

“What cruel Comfort is it, that I know this now, only to bury it with him?”

“Perhaps the very same which let the Apple taste sweet on Eve’s tongue.”

They return to their Silence, and the Wingèd Singer flies away.

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A quiet moment.

Song: Lord Abore and Mary Flynn (Lankum) // Animation Reference: Interview With The Vampire (2022) S2

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“Starlight” ✨

I keep having Rebekah and Charles thoughts, decided I need a shorthand for them, too.

You know starlark,—well I’m sure I don’t need a secondary etymology to explain how I landed on starlight. But.

Ah, Rebekah. Light of his life. The weight of her heart. The sound of her laughter. &c. The assonant L sound because really the two pairs are not so different now are they. Green for her mind, for to me she’s a poet whose first love is the Earth, and whose husband’s in love with the Stars.

There’ll be more of them I’m sure…

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“Partner”

Mason does not, as a Rule, tolerate being touched; he finds no pressing Need to become acquainted with Closeness. There is one exception.

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