#theodora devlin

[theodoradevlin]

Theodora Devlin. Considerable Wreck. Slight Arsonist. Sanctified by Chaos.

I was lucky enough to get this INCREDIBLE art commissioned by Dalooch who captured all of Theo's magic- down to the cherries. Magic in any world, HL or no. Here's where you can find more of her art: Portfolio / Instagram / Twitter

[theravenchild]

*a parcel arrives at your desk, inside you find an enchanted teacup. If you take it out, you’ll find that each time you want tea, a small cloud appears to refill the cup with the herbal blend of your choice*

The note enclosed along with it reads:

“Happy Birthday Hellendil! I hope this gift brings you the same warmth and happiness you bring to us all!

💜 Theo”

Hellendil finds the parcel waiting for him when he stops back at the dorm between classes to drop off some of his books. He unties the twine and carefully unwraps the package. He smiles as he recognizes Theo's handwriting on the note while he unpacks the box. "Ah, Theo, you're so sweet," he murmurs. As soon as he sets the teacup down, a cloud appears raining fragrant mint tea into it. The smile spreads wider across his face as he marvels at the magical gift. When the cloud fades he lifts the cup, warm in his hands and takes a deep breath to breathe in the clean, relaxing scent before taking a sip. He breathes a contented sigh. He didn't even realize he was so parched. Setting the cup back on the saucer, he reaches for his quill.

Darling Theo,

You're timing couldn't be more perfect. I didn't even know I needed a pick me up until I unwrapped your timely gift. It's brilliant, by the way! It will be an amazing boon for all those late night study sessions. You are a beautiful soul and it's warmth will always remind me of you. Thank you so much for this wonderful birthday gift and wishes. I'm so lucky to have friends as lovely as you in my life.

With love and appreciation,

Hellendil

[theodoradevlin]

What happens to gentleness when it's touched by violence?

The same thing that happens to carbon when it becomes a diamond, compelled to transfiguration by pressure.

It remains, though under a different form...and it becomes very hard to be broken again, afterwards.

Theo likes flowers. Or more specifically - the gentleness she can find again within herself through them. Her father used to leave them in her books as reminders of different messages throughout the day. Now she keeps a grove of them to feel closer to him. When she finds she has no words to say, she lets the flowers speak for her instead.

Most of them are innocent, wild, and unruly as she is. However, as they say each rose does have its thorns. Not everything she grows is for her friends. Should her enemies find her again, she has something for them as well deep within the groves of her garden.