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shenevermisses) wrote2012-12-18 02:05 am
shenevermisses) wrote2012-12-18 02:05 am
12th Throw - [ action ]
December 18th:
[Clove can be found in the village. She looks older than she usually does. Nineteen or maybe twenty to her usual sixteen. She's grown just a couple inches, and she wears her hair up, rather than back. Her skin is flawless, none of the sun damage or minor scarring she usually has. She also seems, in general, much more serene.
She goes to the bakery to get some fresh bread and a small apple tart for herself.
Then, it's the clothing store to pick out a dress. All she wants is something simple but warm. A couple of heavy coats, too.
Before her errands are done, she lingers in the item shop where a few stuffed toys with red and green ribbons have appeared. She picks up a bear the size of a small child and just looks at it a few moments before putting it back. But she hesitates.
Maybe, just for the hope... Maybe she ought to get it.]
December 19th:
[That stupid bear is in her apartment now. She wants to shred it into a thousand pieces. Burn it. She hates it. She hates the lie it stands for.
Another hi-jacking. Another false life. The same one she'd known before. And Cato still thinks it's true. She played the calmed wife and mother when she left, kissing him sweetly and promising to be back before long.
Then off came the long coat, abandoned in the hallway of the apartment. She's dressed like a tribute again and immediately goes into the forest, looking for a hunt or a fight. She doesn't care which. Something to give her an outlet for aggression rather than tears.
Late in the evening, she finally wanders back to the village and goes to the fountain, using its cold water to clean up the sweat and dirt on her face before she goes home and has to act like she doesn't know what really happens to her and Cato, like being sixteen again is some sort of shift and not reality.]
(Clove from both her Victor!AU for a mallynap effect and then after it's worn off. Feel free to run into her anywhere either or both days!)
[Clove can be found in the village. She looks older than she usually does. Nineteen or maybe twenty to her usual sixteen. She's grown just a couple inches, and she wears her hair up, rather than back. Her skin is flawless, none of the sun damage or minor scarring she usually has. She also seems, in general, much more serene.
She goes to the bakery to get some fresh bread and a small apple tart for herself.
Then, it's the clothing store to pick out a dress. All she wants is something simple but warm. A couple of heavy coats, too.
Before her errands are done, she lingers in the item shop where a few stuffed toys with red and green ribbons have appeared. She picks up a bear the size of a small child and just looks at it a few moments before putting it back. But she hesitates.
Maybe, just for the hope... Maybe she ought to get it.]
December 19th:
[That stupid bear is in her apartment now. She wants to shred it into a thousand pieces. Burn it. She hates it. She hates the lie it stands for.
Another hi-jacking. Another false life. The same one she'd known before. And Cato still thinks it's true. She played the calmed wife and mother when she left, kissing him sweetly and promising to be back before long.
Then off came the long coat, abandoned in the hallway of the apartment. She's dressed like a tribute again and immediately goes into the forest, looking for a hunt or a fight. She doesn't care which. Something to give her an outlet for aggression rather than tears.
Late in the evening, she finally wanders back to the village and goes to the fountain, using its cold water to clean up the sweat and dirt on her face before she goes home and has to act like she doesn't know what really happens to her and Cato, like being sixteen again is some sort of shift and not reality.]
(Clove from both her Victor!AU for a mallynap effect and then after it's worn off. Feel free to run into her anywhere either or both days!)
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No.
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Okay. So. Demons are evil things from another world.
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[And with a sage nod, he now holds the door of the grocery open for her]