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whispers pssst
i need to follow more people here......
will you please reblog this if you're a rp blog for 'the gray garden'?
Rain.
It's only a drizzle, nothing that would force a person to scamper under cover for protection.
... What a silly thought.
There wasn't anyone around to do as such anyways.
The rain splits on tainted diamonds, dirt running off the formerly pristine white with each drop.
Droplets pelt the God without stop, attention to the sky. She could not care less if one hits her eye.
Being blind to an atrocity may rid her of guilt for a minute, at least.
Melancholy flows from pale lips, feet shuffling as she rises, making her way across the landscape.
"... I can nearly hear Kcalb grumbling about the overcast covering the moon. Wodahs may be fine with it since the flowers would get their daily watering. Ater and Arbus would hiss and stay as far away from it as possible. Grora would--"
And her mumbling continues, memories of happier times spilling out to the stale air.
虚无的世界etihw | By:疏镜
Time doesn't matter anymore.
Breathing lacks importance, old bones daring to break if she dares to move. Having herself shatter at this point doesn't sound terrible. After all, it would be better than forcing herself through a lonely existence.
The God finally allows herself to move, neck craning as dull eyes turn to the sky.
When was the last time that the clouds had represented sorrow?
The whisper of footsteps reaches Etihw's ears, though no movement to note as such occurs.
It's just her imagination, she's sure.
A failure such as herself doesn't deserve company.
"Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so."
a roleplay blog for normal end etihw of the gray garden.
mun has six solid years of rp experience.
no smut, but violence and the such are completely fine by me.
etihw may not be in the best condition, but i'm pretty okay and i'll gladly make friends!!
{ gray world. | art credit to mogeko! }