『 gemma chan. thirty-nine. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that WILHELMINE TERZA BURCHARD from FAIR LANE i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -FICKLE & -VOLATILE. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool LANDSCAPE ARCHITECT and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +PROTEAN & +IDIOSYNCRATIC. i hope i see them around again! 『 bar. twenty-two. gmt +3. she/her. 』
howdy ! elo it’s me, wrinkle free brain barb ! i’m so pumped to be here n introduce u to my baby terza. here’s her pinterest board if you’re interested ( pls im a virgo i love pinterest i live for it lemme make boards for our muses id d*e ) ! <3 don’t hesitate to dm me on discord ( bar !#3161 ) or here.
terza’s . lowkey a new muse so pls bare with me while i waste ur time rip
okay so .. willhelime “will” terza burchard spent her first 12 years on earth with her father, half brother ( cld be a wc later wink wonk ) and grandpa.
they lived in a grand, gothic-esque house in the outskirts of mapleview ! so u can say she’s a townie? maybe. idk.
growing up she had no social life bc <3 her grandpa n pa were . conspiracy theorists <3 her father especially was big on supernatural n apocalyptic shit n in his fatherly way, made sure terza n her bro were safe from the aliens comin to snatch them up yikes
age 12, terza’s father was declared d*ad after he didnt come back from his annual ~hunting~ trip. of course, this meant harsher rules on terza n her bro because . grandpa didn’t want to lose them too. highkey tragic. very understandable . i mean .. kinda not when ur a teenager with raging hormones n a thrill for stupid shit lol.
still, she loved her little family. wished her brother cld have normal parental figures n be normal but did the best she could do with the given.
age 18, terza packed her shit n moved away for college where she studied landscape architecture. the virgo, taurus n libra in her chart jumped out
she hated herself for abandoning her family but also thot she was destined for . better things , i suppose.
clung hard onto her wealthy friends, used their connections to build her own network.
as the self made business woman she is, she’d been livin her best life in different european countries, seekin the everlasting beauty n perfection.
as our lord n saviour jenny slate once wrote, there is this ribbon of loneliness ( n sadness ) running thru who she’s no matter how much she flaunts her perfect, rich clique, social media followers n impeccable portfolio. its just there. the guilt. the heavy burden of her past idk : /
had to return to mapleview six months ago by grandpa’s health’s been deteriorating n she cn no longer deny her past.
um.
personality wise i think she just ?? wants ?? something to call her own?
doesn’t open up easily. fears of being seen, if tht makes sense.
“i fear i will be ripped open and found unsightly." YEA....
i feel like. shes the type to cheat. wink wonk exes connection yea <3
the type of friend you’d call to bury a body .. until she cuts an immunity deal n rats u out bc gotta look out for the #1
extremely caring, likes to buy ppl stuff just bc she can ??
prefers to see the beauty in everything, but doesnt mean she has rose coloured glasses on. in fact, shes a skeptic ( thanks to her upbringing ) n judgemental ( a tru virgo ) and actually sees the world in black & white.
“ ‘i dont care’, i say, caringly, as i care deeply” lmao... yeah....
i truly hav no connection ideas my brain said get tht fire exit door im off im so sorry forgive moi bUT im a sucker for angst : ) so theres that.
i feel like i didn’t do her justice idk i have a vision but its my first time properly writing her idk. sovvy
he had to admit he wasn’t the best at this. the gem-studded engagement rings in front of him all looked nice and shiny, and that was precisely the problem — how would he choose? rationally, he knew nora would probably not care much about which ring he would select. but, still, he couldn’t help sweating in the perfectly air-conditioned space of the store, his anxiety increasing as he looked at more and more attractive rings. “they’re all beautiful, aren’t they?” said adrien to a woman beside him. it was a little embarrassing to be slyly asking a random woman for her opinion on the ring he would be popping soon enough — but hey, he really isn’t an expert on jewelry; and this stranger certainly seemed to have a better fashion sense than he did. “if your partner were proposing to you, which ones would you like the most?”
coming back to the place she once called home was a dulling experience for the brunette, everything seemed smaller, less interesting, lifeless. still, there were things even the great wilhelmine terza burchard couldn’t outrun like her responsibilities and past. if she had to downgrade, crawl back to her old, idle ways, so be it -- this time, it was going to be on her terms. almost disappearing under her vintage, camel faux fur coat, she found herself distracted by the oval, moissanite ring, adorned with floral details, begging to be placed on her finger. no. please, no. the familiarity of the voice striking her like a lightning bolt, she could hear her heart beating in her ears, itching the leap up of her throat, right out her mouth. feeling grateful for the loose strand of hair shielding her face from her favourite ghost, she remained silent, rapidly blinking. did he see her? was she making him up? she was slowly going crazy like her old man did, she must be, history kept repeating itself, didn’t it? awkwardly placing the ring back in its velvet box, a vacant smile graced the corner of her plump lips, dreading the inevitable. perhaps she was wrong -- perhaps, she was indeed losing her damn mind, and god, she would prefer insanity over ever seeing him again, shopping for a damn engagement ring. “i like characteristic rings, the ones that have a slight imperfection to it,” she spoke softly, struggling to find the firm and collected rhythm she hoped to have “which is why they’re perfect in the first place. they have stories to tell, patiently waiting for the right finger to complete them. just like a key and a door. like this one,” terza slid the plum box toward him, the ring she’d been eyeing was so insignificant now. “so who is the lucky lady?” flashing pearly whites with her frozen smile, she lifted her chin, straightened her back as if she swallowed a damn broom. “i’m guessing there’s one, right? congratulations, adrien.”
