06-20-2017, 07:20 PM
you won’t see me fall apart
She doesn't blame his distance.
As a child it was her close proximity to her father. Attached at the hip, attached at the withers, very few wanted to cross the scarred creature that was Covet. As an adult it was many things - the scar that promised she'd never be beautiful, the unsettling orange eyes paired with the copper coat (black and orange was one thing, but orange and orange?!) and - to magicians - the silence of her mind. She wasn't aware of that fact, some trait her father wordlessly passed down to her, making her a silent entity forever haunting the edges of Beqanna.
Warrick. She gives a noncomital shrug, much in line with her rolling stoicism, to acknowledge she's heard him.
how can I help you?
find me a home give me a purpose point me where i belong where my dads shoes dont feel so big where the weight of his immenseness doesnt crash down on me where i am my own thing my own being my own woman
"I suppose I want to come home, if this even is home," she says, giving him a half smile - half, because half of her face rarely obeys. "I'm sorry, that made no sense."
As a child it was her close proximity to her father. Attached at the hip, attached at the withers, very few wanted to cross the scarred creature that was Covet. As an adult it was many things - the scar that promised she'd never be beautiful, the unsettling orange eyes paired with the copper coat (black and orange was one thing, but orange and orange?!) and - to magicians - the silence of her mind. She wasn't aware of that fact, some trait her father wordlessly passed down to her, making her a silent entity forever haunting the edges of Beqanna.
Warrick. She gives a noncomital shrug, much in line with her rolling stoicism, to acknowledge she's heard him.
how can I help you?
find me a home give me a purpose point me where i belong where my dads shoes dont feel so big where the weight of his immenseness doesnt crash down on me where i am my own thing my own being my own woman
"I suppose I want to come home, if this even is home," she says, giving him a half smile - half, because half of her face rarely obeys. "I'm sorry, that made no sense."
THORUNN
COVET x LIBRETTE