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she got gold doorknobs / virgo - Wishbone - 06-19-2018 she’s got jumper cable lips wishbone @[Virgo] RE: she got gold doorknobs / virgo - Virgo - 06-25-2018 the second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. She thinks Wishbone is gentle like a merciful summer breeze, the kind of girl that she would like to be if only she could tame her fury. Her voice is practiced and proper as she recites the places that they pass along their journey. Sylva. Hyaline. Ischia. The names are foreign to her ears but she tries to tuck them away for a later day when she may need to know them. Perhaps she may visit them just to learn of their people and acquaint herself with Beqanna’s new face. The thought delights her, much to her own surprise. The distant hush of the ocean laps ceaselessly at the shore. It is a new, subtle lullaby for her that eases the tension from her shoulders even though she doesn’t seem to notice. All of summer’s heat retreats from her skin as the northern ocean’s wind runs across her body. Virgo isn’t certain whether or not she likes the cold but she supposes it may be worth the sacrifice if she the climate doesn’t quite agree with her. After all, something here is enough to keep this kingdom going strong. The Valley had offered its protection in the winter months as the surrounding mountains chewed up any potential storm that came their way. The Deserts only ever knew an eternal summer that kept Virgo bathed in sweltering heat and sand. Has she ever truly known the cold, then? She brushes the question from her mind and supposes it’s time to see a real winter. Her ears turn toward Wishbone when she speaks and Virgo’s bright eyes skim across the open land before them. There are others milling around and attending to whatever needs their attention while others idly chat. The wind curls her forelock from her pale face as she looks back to the queen again. “Of course. Tell me everything you love most about your home,” she says with a light nod. Her legs carry her forward and further into the kingdom as she surveys it further. There is a sudden desire to drink it all in and meet its people. This feels a little like the first time she saw Eerie’s face, she thinks. It feels like something akin to home. Virgo you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please. RE: she got gold doorknobs / virgo - Wishbone - 06-30-2018 she’s got jumper cable lips wishbone @[Virgo] / let me know if you want her added to the ranks or not — and where, if you do <3 RE: she got gold doorknobs / virgo - Virgo - 07-03-2018 the second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. At night, sometimes, Virgo used to sneak into the Forsaken Valley long after she’d called it home, when only strangers roamed her hills. She used to hide in the forests that bordered the kingdom and curl up beneath the trees to sleep until dawn woke her. The smell of moss and fire felt like home to her, back then. Once she even found bones that might have been her mother. But it’s all gone now, so it’s time for her to carry on with the memories like a locket in her heart. Everclear had told her that life would move on whether she did or not. She follows Wishbone as she moves forward. Her head does not bow but she does offer a half smile to each stranger. Virgo is too proud to tip her head to anyone and she doesn’t know how to strip herself of such ego. It almost makes her laugh to remember her adoptive father trying to break her of such habits. How did he juggle the responsibilities of an entire kingdom and a brat like her at his age? Would he sigh in frustration with her still, if he saw her today? (She knows he’s out there somewhere, immortal and unyielding in his old ways.) Her ears turn to catch the queen’s words when she speaks and she can’t really relate. The oceans terrify her, to some degree. Perhaps she will learn the love the scent of salt and the crashing sound of the waves around her. “Don’t you ever wonder what’s out there, lurking beneath the ocean surface?” she asks as she looks at Wishbone now. Virgo has seen the face of magic, watched the way it ripped the land apart countless times. It makes her wonder just what sorts of monsters are out there, what wondrous things exist beyond her sight. She maintains a certain distance between the edge of the plateau and herself. Fate had not seen fit to gift Virgo with either immortality or wings, and so she is careful to avoid certain dangers. Her bright eyes watch Wishbone dare the wind and the edge to take her but nothing rises to meet her challenge. Instead, life yields to her and sends the winds to run its fingers through their manes like a loving parent tousling its child’s hair. She swallows hard. Amazons, Leviathans, whatever name they choose, are wild and fearless all the same. Time must love them best. But she seems to have shared a secret; it is time to do the same. “When I was younger, I used to let myself get tangled in the vines until I thought for certain I would never escape,” she says as she looks out over the ocean. “Eerie used to pick them off me and laugh at how helpless I was.” A smile spreads over her lips then and it sounds like a lovely image. Truth be told, Eerie also wove those vines tight around her and then laughed at how weak she became. Her voice is cashmere and heat despite the chill the current brings across their faces. The darkest depths of her heart ache. Virgo you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please. RE: she got gold doorknobs / virgo - Wishbone - 07-20-2018 she’s got jumper cable lips wishbone @[Virgo] / sorry this took me so long <3 RE: she got gold doorknobs / virgo - Virgo - 07-21-2018 the second time, you moan gospel around his fingers between your teeth. Fear is, in short, the one emotion that rules her life for as long as she cares to remember. Virgo was terrified that she wouldn’t be a fit mother for her son and so she set him free to become his own person. That was the greatest failure in her life and she tucks the memory deep within her bones where she doesn’t have to think of it anymore. Wishbone’s answer brings her back to the present and she watches the queen as she replies. There is a faint smile on the queen’s face but she decides not to pry into her personal life just yet. Her question, though, makes Virgo throw her head back as laughter fills her lungs for the first time in a long while. Eerie and Anarchist were the furthest things from mothers and yet they fulfilled the role better than the barbed girl ever did. But what could she possibly call them? Partner or lover seemed too soft for what they were but they were far from enemies. If she knew a word to describe obsession and violence then she would surely choose that title above all others. For her, there is no love without bloodshed and agony. She shakes her head no before looking back to Wishbone. “No, Eerie was my... lover, I suppose you could say,” she answers with another short chuckle at the thought. “As was Anarchist. It’s a bit complicated, really.” Her cheeks grow warm with the confession and her gaze becomes focused on the line that marks the edge of the cliffs. No one had known of their relationship prior to this moment and she had never planned to share even the slightest detail. Still, an honest question deserves an honest answer, she supposes. Virgo avoids the queen’s eyes for a while and wonders if she could ever explain how the queens shared a body with one another back then. Magic created a messy history for the gray girl and she has never really thought of just how strange her tale is until now. It might make her head dizzy if she tried to chart out the path her life has taken to reach her arrival here in Nerine. “What about you, Wishbone? Have you taken a consort of your own?” she asks with a brief glance in the other’s direction. The barbed girl preferred to keep her secrets safe and so she’s quick to change the subject to more comfortable topics, for her at least. She has noticed that Wishbone lacks any signs of pregnancy and she wonders if they might share the same flaws or if it’s a matter of choice for the young queen. Truth be told, carrying Pantheon had been one of the happiest times in her life. His little kicks and stretches within her womb were constant reminders that she was not alone so long as he was growing within her. Virgo you will ruin him and he will thank you; he will say please. RE: she got gold doorknobs / virgo - Wishbone - 07-26-2018 she’s got jumper cable lips wishbone @[Virgo] (; RE: she got gold doorknobs / virgo - Virgo - 07-30-2018 there’s no part of scripture that ever prepared you for his hands - hands that map
@[Wishbone]
a communion in the cradle of your hips. hands that kiss hymns up your sides. Somewhere in her heart of hearts, she knows that she was born of a pure and perfect love between her mother and father. Their devotion knew the warmth of the sun as well as the precious words whispered beneath the moonlight. Still, she tells herself that her father was scum and that he deserved to burn for bringing life into the world after her mother passed. He tried to reason with her, to tell her that he felt so hollow he might crumble in on himself without Fleshlip to fill the void of his life once more. But the barbed girl does not allow pity to ever weaken her and so she cursed him in a fit of rage. Even now she dreams of the pain she would bestow upon him, though the words never find her lips. She lets his name die in her memories of him.
Her bright brown eyes remain locked on anything and everything in the distance when she offers her opinion on the strange relationship she shared with the past queens. Again, her cheeks grow warm but she’s thankful that the subject has evolved into something more comfortable already. Laughter finds her voice when Wishbone also sidesteps the subject, and the sound is oddly warm for someone who seems so cold. She has only ever had one face to conjure up in her memories and it might make her head swim in confusion to take multiple possible lovers. She sees Wishbone search her face in her peripheral vision and she turns to match her stare. Her gaze is bold, unyielding as she begins to grow comfortable in the queen’s presence now. The idea of taking a new partner has not occurred to her yet, although the other girl seems eager for her next conquest. The gray girl keeps her heart locked away in some far-off tower where it cannot be stolen away again so easily. (Where it cannot be hurt so easily. She loves too hard and too fast.) If the Leviathan seeks to make its home in her, it will find only an eternal winter to make its nest within. “Do you fear devotion, Wishbone?” she asks with something like fire behind her gaze now. She seeks only some admission of secrets again, some trust to serve as the foundation for their future – whatever it may hold. Perhaps she has asked too much of her new friend, though. A brief frown flashes across her lips before she speaks again. “Nevermind. Maybe you can tell me another time.” But she supposes the seed is already planted. They’ll have their fun yet. Virgo
he confesses how long he’s looked for a place to worshipand, oh, you put him on his knees. |