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ottilie
halloween
I only dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets, of honeybees above you murmuring into a crown.
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Post by RED on Jul 19, 2016 18:42:19 GMT
 Had Ottilie not been born so damn narrow-minded, she would have taken this moment to address the place for what it was: a new land. One that has yet to be tainted. A world bursting with opportunity.
Not only that, but Ottilie should have noticed she's gotten lucky, stumbling here first - an uninterrupted expanse of floating purple flowers rolling across the hills as far as she can see, vibrant and springy, the air thick with clouds of lavender scent. The sun is just setting and turning everything to warm colors, red-yellow-orange, sticky little cotton-candy clouds turned pink where they are losing their light.
A sliver of Ottilie's brain, the tiny part that has been left ordinary, says that it should be considered a paradise; the rest of her gazes out at the fields and thinks: kingdom.
She sighs out whatever part of her is getting damaged by the lavender smell and focuses her thoughts. It's pretty, but not a good place to build up a reputation. A tiny thing like her, raising a herd in the middle of a field of flowers? How much credit would that get her? None, that's how much, and Ottilie has absolutely no time to waste in getting what she wants. There has not been a moment in her life where she felt like she had time to waste.
This place is not happening, so it's not worth her time. She steps back, about to leave, but as her head perks up she realizes it's suddenly become dark - the sun swallowed up at its nearest edge, the clouds draining, stars starting to sparkle at the farthest points of the sky - and it's getting cold too. At first, just a little, but he drop in temperature comes punctuated by a sudden wind that practically bites into Ottilie's skin. With an involuntary shiver, she relents to the demands of her body and decides she can stay here. Just for one night.
The apex of the hill she's standing on is barren, meant only to be a vantage point, and Ottilie quickly realizes it won't give her any protection when the breeze picks up; with a quick look around, she decides the fields are a better option and starts to pick her way down the slope. On guard, her ears and eyes flicker with every step. It is not nearly quiet around here - thousands of plants rustling together, her footsteps cracking pebbles laid inside the dirt - but Ottilie's smart enough to realize, after just a few strides, that there is someone else around. She stops short and jerks her head up, chin raised defiantly.
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Saker
Paradisum
"three guns and one goes off, ones empty, ones not quick enough"
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Post by ▼SPACED. on Jul 20, 2016 8:27:37 GMT
She'd passed by this place before, noticing the sweetness of the air and the vibrant colours of the famous fields - named aptly for the thousands upon thousands of lavender heads. They turned the field into a carpet of amaranthine, beautiful... but not appealing to Manon. She'd certainly looked it over, keen eyes searching the area for anything that could be used to her advantage, and while the field had its merits... she did not want a Kingdom of flowers. Men would sneer, she'd thought, her soft lip curling at their arrogance. Yet, she'd returned. Perhaps it was because the sun was getting low in the sky, the wind turning cold upon her skin - or perhaps she simply liked the view. That being said, she wasn't entirely sure how pleased she was about spending a night amidst a bed of flowers - flowers that masked scent, that rubbed against one another and whispered so that hearing footfalls became difficult. Regardless, she entered the field.
Manon saw her first - standing out in the open, her soft skin bare to the world. They could have been sisters, or cousins, at least. Manon could not help but to feel a kinship with the sharp-eyed stranger, and began to move quietly toward her: after all, who wanted to spend a night alone in a field of flowers? "Hello" the voice was sharp, intelligent, searching for someone she must have known was near. Best not to keep her waiting, then. "Good evening." Her own voice rang with confidence - but not arrogance (though gods, was she good at being arrogant sometimes). There was no ill intent hidden within her, perhaps some curiosity, some wariness - but women she trusted more than men, and girls her own age even more so. They were conniving, power-hungry creatures sometimes, girls, but they made better company than a man with passion in his eyes. Manon wondered suddenly if the girl could see her yet, and so slipped forward to break the line in lavender. The sun grew lower still, casting the world into shadow, leaving Manon and this stranger alone in the fields. "I'm Manon, and you?" Perhaps it was rude to be so forward, but why bother with pleasantries - they both knew they had no use for them.
RED i'm warming up too <3 and shhh otty is beautiful! |
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2 characters
73 posts
ottilie
halloween
I only dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets, of honeybees above you murmuring into a crown.
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Post by RED on Jul 20, 2016 21:45:59 GMT
In the small moment between calling out and hearing an answer, when the air is still heavy with lavender and untouched by sound, Ottilie pauses. The world stills. She is halfway through a stride as well as halfway through a breath, her lungs squeezing harder than they should, but she holds her pose without an ounce of discomfort, focused more on finding the intruder than she is on her own aches. Intruder. Ottilie snorts softly. Just like her, to have already taken the land in her mind and made it hers. To have the audacity to call this stranger an intruder within seconds of meeting them, like she has any claim to the earth at all. Ah, well. Ottilie has never been one for niceties anyway. Better to strike now than defend later, especially when she can't even put a name to her opponent.
Good evening.
The voice sounds female, and Ottilie grins immediately. Boys are nice to play with, but all her best friends have been girls; her role models, her partners in crime, anyone she's every truly cared for. She feels bad about it sometimes, but it's kind of the way things are. No one else understands her ambition or advantages so well. She even enjoys their petty little fights, the unspoken social code, the kind of gossip that manages to burn - it's exactly up her alley. Ottilie is a girl in every sense of the word, and every part of her preferred company is female, too.
She doesn't trust the girl, not yet. But she's definitely warming up, and it's only been, what, thirty seconds?
I'm Manon, and you? There. Ottie's eyes, a drake's-neck green, zero in on the source of the voice. Immediately, her heart soars. It is a girl, her age, and strangely familiar, though she's sure they've never met. They look similar in some way - the chlorophyll eyes, splashed skin, dancer's build - though even from her perch halfway up the hill, Ottilie knows she's at least a hand shorter than her new friend. A minor disadvantage. Excitement sparks over her skin in multiple electric threads.
Ottilie, she calls out, beaming. She hopes the new girl doesn't mistake her friendliness for weakness - it will be a dark day if she does. Nice to meet you. With that, she quickly picks her way down the rest of the hill to the flat lavender field that Manon is floating in; she's even prettier up close, but Ottilie bites her tongue for now.
▼SPACED. <333 they're twins omg i love it!!
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Saker
Paradisum
"three guns and one goes off, ones empty, ones not quick enough"
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Post by ▼SPACED. on Jul 21, 2016 3:42:09 GMT
Ottilie, she says, her face bright and open - a stunning display of feminine delight, one that Manon could not help but to return. Nice to meet you, immediately Manon answered "and you - " a brief pause as if she were considering the weight of her words before she continued "- sister." There is no denying the connection between them, whether it be friendship or destiny or something all the more sinister, it was hard to tell. For now though, she could not help but to smile back at the beauty she has found, a silly grin that seems to be infectious. There was a kinship there - a likemindedness that Manon could not shake, completely different to any other girl she's met. The thought amused her, thinking wryly that perhaps it was time for her to have actual friends here. Being alone was lovely, and she certainly had no ill feelings toward the silence, but... "Are you from here?" She glanced around the field before adding on: "Not here, but these lands?" Another pause, and she continued with assessing eyes, "A few good places to... settle, if you get my meaning?" Perhaps she was going too far, inviting Ottilie, a stranger, into her confidence.
There was no use in denying it: Manon did not want to be enemies with this girl, not only because of her kindred spirit, but because of her determination and fierceness that was unmistakable in her jade eyes. A good partner in crime, she thought with satisfaction, still assessing Ottilie - though not in an unfriendly manner. The night was getting dark and turning them into shadows, though Manon felt certain she could sense the other girls' eyes burning with emerald fire through the night. A good friend could make all the difference, when it came to it.
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2 characters
73 posts
ottilie
halloween
I only dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets, of honeybees above you murmuring into a crown.
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Post by RED on Jul 21, 2016 5:42:27 GMT
And you, sister. A bated happiness blooms in her chest at the one simple word. Ottilie flutters her lashes happily and tilts her chin upward, casts a glance across their darkening surroundings for one brief moment. The sky is going purple-black, the lavender rustling with an empty howl. The sugary silence is broken by Manon’s voice soon after, and Ottilie jerks back to meet her gaze as she speaks, eyes wide and placid. Are you from here? Not here, but these lands? ..A few good places to... settle, if you get my meaning? At that, Ottie’s green gaze narrows halfway in disbelief, and she lets out a snort in suppressed laughter. Her grin widens to a smirk, and she tosses a stray curl from her face, head cocking to one side almost daringly, every line of her body reading interest.
“Don’t know,” Ottilie teases, “doesn’t matter. Any place is a good place if you have enough drive, huh, sis?” She gestures to the glowing-purple fields with a toss of her head, smiles at her partner cheerfully. With anyone else, the girl would be more cautious with her sharing; not that it's anything incriminating, but Ottilie is introverted and has always thought it to be better safe than sorry. Manon is quickly getting on her good side, though, and Ottie decides they're enough alike that she doesn't have much to worry about as long as the conversation stay superficial. “I mean, who doesn’t want a kingdom of flowers?”
For a small moment, she’s distracted by the beauty of the situation, lapses into a soft silence. The air hums around them, and everything feels fateful. “Not that anyone would take me seriously. I guess that’s what you mean by ‘not good’. Which, agreed. But in a perfect world, I would kick ass and live in this lavender. Might still do it, you know.”
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