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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 2, 2019 16:06:19 GMT -5
(I gotta go for now.
But yet, let name’s are adorable.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 2, 2019 16:07:04 GMT -5
Okay no problem x talk later!)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 2, 2019 19:10:58 GMT -5
(I’m gonna write more soon.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 3, 2019 1:01:00 GMT -5
Exciting! I can’t wait to see xx)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 3, 2019 17:18:01 GMT -5
Okay I didn’t get any writing done today but I was thinking about this cute domestic au and realised we basically made Friends XD
You try and tell me Burton isn’t Joey and Holly isn’t a female Chandler. That being said Alessandro is also totally Joey)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 10:08:18 GMT -5
Also, this girl is maybe a cousin or something to Macaria but they’re gonna be related. She is a tribute for the 125th Games I haven’t got a name for her yet cos I’m still ironing out her personality. I thought it’d be interesting if I made her blonde so she looks less like Macaria  |
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 4, 2019 12:39:23 GMT -5
Sup?)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 12:40:03 GMT -5
Hey Hawky x how are you?)
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Post by Hawkeyes258 on Sept 4, 2019 12:54:28 GMT -5
Pretty good and yourself?)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 4, 2019 16:30:02 GMT -5
(Ohhh.
She looks cool :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 4, 2019 16:32:50 GMT -5
I’m good thanks Hawky!
And thank you Shadow! Btw I didn’t get any writing done today but I definitely do intend to do some soon x he board games scenes I think, but I’m not sure what I want to write. Is there anything I could do that you might find helpful for inspiration or for the fic or anything else? Because if you can think of anything at all you’d like to see me write let me know)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 5, 2019 17:55:34 GMT -5
I know a lot of the other tributes are scared of being interviewed by Burton Acton. I’m really not, and if I am it’s certainly not because he’s protecting his daughter. Lacey Acton is not somebody I fear, because at the end of the day her daddy can get her all the sponsors she wants but it’s only going to make her a target in the Arena. I bet Burton already knows that. There’s probably nothing he can do, his very presence is putting a target on Lacey’s back. But none of it matters to me, none of this at all.
I’m dressed in a light blue dress, its silver accents contrasting with the blonde of my hair and almost creating the illusion of armour. Clever, these stylists. My hair isn’t tied up in a complicated updo, unlike many of the other girls, because I refused to let my stylists do so. It falls in glossy curls instead. I also refused to wear heels, and so I stroll across the stage to take my seat in silver pumps. Fine glitter and clear gems adorn my skin and hair.
“Ah, welcome!” Catullus greets “Miss Myrina Slayte.”
“Rina,” I correct abruptly, cutting off Catullus before he can finish his question.
Not at all flustered, he nods apologetically.
“Of course — Rina. How are you enjoying the Capitol?”
“Not as much as I’d enjoy not being here,” I reply, my voice sharp, my words cutting
“And why is that?” Catullus asks
He fakes curiosity, but in his eyes I can see he’s a little nervous. The words I’ve said are already a little dangerous. It’s okay, I won’t go much further than that. But I intend to show my disdain for the Capitol as much as possible. My only family is my dad, and he told me that I should stand up to the Capitol, he didn’t care if anything happened to him. The atmosphere of rebellion has been growing for years, even subtly infiltrating the Career districts. Which is why I agreed.
“Because the Capitol makes a deal with its victors, which you ought to know better than anyone,” I explain, “and it goes like this; if you win, you get a ton of money, a nice house, the works. And you yourself are exempt from the Games for the rest of your life. Your children, now they aren’t. The deal with them is that they have their names in the reaping bowl like everyone else in the district, but that’s it. The deal is that your kids get treated the same as everyone else. Which we weren’t. How can you justify saying ‘may the odds be ever in your favour’ to someone who had about a one in four chance of being reaped? So yes, I’d really rather not be here.”
Catullus smiles a fake smile, but there’s a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes.”
“Well, since you are here, let’s talk,” he says “now, your surname, that intrigues me.”
“Slayte, yes,” I smile “I imagine you and your audience are immediately associating me with a certain young lady from your own Games. Macaria Slayte was my cousin. Once removed, I believe. I never actually met the girl of course, since I wasn’t born when she died. But my side of the family all thought she’d died with her mother and sister, killed by an infectious sickness. Until they saw her reaped, by which point it was too late. But she’s not the reason I’m here since, as you will have no doubt realised, she was never a victor.”
“Quite,” Catullus agrees, “so who is the victor in your family.”
“My father - Macaria’s actual cousin,” I reply “Andreas Slayte. But isn’t our time a little short to be talking about people who’ve already done their Games?”
Catullus laughs
“Agreed. Let’s talk about you, then. What would you say is your greatest strength in the Arena?”
“Not giving a shit?” I reply with a shrug
But Catullus fixes me with a look, so I continue
“Bitterness and anger? The fact that I don’t lie and play games? My ability with swords and spears? The fact that I don’t intend to play by anyone else’s rules? Take your pick.”
Everyone knows I’m a trained career like the rest of them, so what’s the point? Besides, I’m less manipulative and sneaky than my cousin. I speak the truth, if nothing else.
“And how do you feel about the Games and the Arena?”
“I couldn’t care about the Arena,” I shrug “I have my plans, I’m prepared for whatever the Capitol throw at me. As for the Games, I think I’ve made my feelings pretty clear. This is a very strange way to reward victory and survival, I’m not happy to be here, I’m very angry. And honestly everyone else should be too, because what is the point in doing this? It’s not like this makes the Games more special, we’re the kids of victors but it’s not like we bleed golden blood or whatever.”
Catullus looks a little nervous again, but covers it with a smile.
“Well, thank you for your insights, Rina. I’d like to leave you with one more question. Are you ready for the Games?”
“More ready than I am to get out of this dress.”
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 5, 2019 22:12:55 GMT -5
(I love her.
She honestly reminds me a lot of Maddie, Macaria and Holly and I love her.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 6, 2019 1:01:54 GMT -5
Hehe thank you x that’s kind of the vibe I was going for XD)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 7, 2019 11:13:27 GMT -5
Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
That's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
That's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Straight for the castle
Amadrya Darrow, The Capitol
I’m standing in a room that, aside from the stark stage lights used to illuminate my figure, is dark. I sit on a plush Capitol chair, posing as the photographer instructs me for Louden’s Capitol propaganda. I stare off at a point in the distance somewhere above the camera, as if I’m looking into some bright future, which is ironic since it’s a future I likely won’t get to see. My expression is hopeful, and leaning against the chair is an axe much like the one I used in the Arena. I don’t hold it, but my fingertips brush the handle. It’s a symbolic laying aside of my weapons, but also a subtle warning; my hand is still on the weapon, showing that the Capitol will still use force if necessary against the rebel forces.
I’m wearing a dress again, as usual. But unlike the ones I’ve been made to wear before, this one is white, a gentle and innocent colour. It’s decorated with lace in the pattern of leaves, and my jewellery is white gold and diamonds. My hair is in a delicate updo. I am unsure why Louden chose this dress; to promote the pure intentions of the Capitol, to make them seem more trustworthy? To make me seem gentler and more innocent?
The axe isn’t actually sharp of course, something I tried to subtly check without anyone actually noticing me. That would be too easy, after all.
This is not what I want. Every day I want to tell Louden that I am not broken, that I am still strong and that if it’s the last thing I do I will make sure he is taken down. It has never been like me to give up, and I don’t intend to.
But I have to protect Everest, and Holly too because while Louden’s attention is on manipulating me he focuses on her less, even if it’s only a little less. If he gets what he needs from me then he won’t turn on them. I can’t let him kill Everest, and I won’t let him hurt Holly. She has already suffered more than enough for everything.
It’s time for a different kind of strength. One I’m not sure I have, but a strength I have to find within me. I made the decision to go into the Games to protect Aspen, and I need to see this whole thing through because of that. Anger and defiance is what I want, but it’s too rash and it’ll only get us all killed. I have to keep us alive.
No matter how much I hate this.
When the photographer indicates to me that the photo shoot is at long last done, I wipe a tear that I suddenly notice was trailing down my cheek. I can’t cry, I won’t cry, there’s no use in it and the others and I will only suffer for it.
Oh, all these minutes passing, sick of feeling used
If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised
Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
That's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
That's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Straight for the castle
Macaria Slayte, the rebel base
I sit next to Alessandro in the living quarters of the rebel base; we’ve been sitting in silence for some time until Arlo finally breaks the quiet.
“Macaria,” he begins “can I ask you something?”
I look at him properly now, leaning back so I can turn towards him properly. Something in his tone has me concerned.
“Sure,” I say “what?”
“Why do I feel like I hardly know you?”
I bite my lip for a moment, a gesture very uncharacteristic for me, thinking a little before I answer.
“A lot of reasons,” I reply “I don’t like to let people in; after all, I spent my whole life learning to push people away. Secondly, I don’t know me either. I spent my whole life in the academy and my morals, everything I believe, my personality... well, I don’t know what’s really me and what’s the Capitol. Thirdly, well, I’m scared I will hurt you and everyone else around me.”
“What?” Alessandro asks in surprise “why?”
“Because that’s all I’ve ever done!” I say “everyone who loved me is dead, and anybody stupid enough to get close to me ends up suffering. I’ve been taught to hurt and kill, especially if it’s someone who trusts me. And I don’t want to let you in, because I don’t want to do that to you.”
Alessandro falls silent, obviously not really knowing what to say. He’s a killer too, of course, and a trained Career much the same. And he knows how a lot of the things I’m talking about feel, even if he hasn’t experienced all of the same things as me. But he gets it.
Surprising myself, though, I actually reach out to put my hand on his.
“I don’t know a lot about me,” I say “but I know what you mean to me. I love you, Alessandro.”
It’s the first time I’ve ever said it to him, and when he looks at me I can tell he’s surprised too, but happy. A smile seems to tug at the corners of his mouth.
“I love you too.”
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
That's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne
That's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Straight for the castle |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 8, 2019 16:25:52 GMT -5
(Also the board games cute domestic scene is next on my writing list)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 16:38:19 GMT -5
(Yay :3.
I loved that Castle shot.
I need/want to do more music fits.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 8, 2019 16:40:32 GMT -5
Thank you! I kind of wanted to celebrate our girls because that’s what the song felt like and I was gonna put more focus on Holly (not from her perspective obvs, because I didn’t want to godmod) for that reason so I could have a *girl power* kind of thing but I didn’t think I’d do her justice tbh like she feels like a sacred character to me tbh xD but know that I adore Holly, and the intention to celebrate her awesomeness was there
But yeah I thought the lyrics felt appropriate with them fighting against Louden and the Capitol and also dealing with their own stuff and yeah idk it felt right)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 16:45:55 GMT -5
(Oh, feel free to write from her perspective anytime!
I’ve wrote from you’re guy’s character numerous times(sorry I never really asked). But I certainly don’t mind and thanks so much.
Just know that I love all of your characters so much, Burton, Macaria and Amadrya have really grown on me and I adore them!)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 8, 2019 16:48:31 GMT -5
(Haha I may do x
No honestly don’t apologise you didn’t need to ask I was always okay with it! I knew you’d be doing it and I’m totally fine with it. The fic is awesome and I love the way you write the characters you’re so good at it. I swear you get my characters perfect every time.
Thank you so much x I love all your characters. You know I love Holly, and Arlo is a sweetie he’s growing on me and it’ll be so interesting to see how he develops)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 16:58:19 GMT -5
(Aww thanks!
The next planned one probably won’t include a lot, but might. I’m working on finding songs and muse :3.
It may follow just Holly, maybe Holly/Arlo, and some parts may be Holly/Arlo’s perspective but focus on the others.
I haven’t exactly decided yet.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 8, 2019 16:59:43 GMT -5
Oooh I’m excited for whatever you do x it’s always perfect x)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 17:11:46 GMT -5
(Working on it now :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 8, 2019 17:12:57 GMT -5
Okay I’m officially excited XD)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 18:34:51 GMT -5
I've been havin' dreams
Jumpin' on a trampoline
Flippin' in the air
I never land, just float there
As I'm looking up
Suddenly the sky erupts
Flames alight the trees
Spread to fallin' leaves
Now they're right upon me
The feeling of weightlessness isn’t foreign to me, it hasn’t been foreign to me for a long while, but it seems that the apathy and pain of life had caused it.
At first, this null, weightless, cold feeling came from loss, from sadness and loss of family. And slowly it had healed, slowly, slowly but surely.
When I was reaped into the 90th games, the feeling had still kept to me, and returned even more than before. I had come to accept my eminent death to protect Burton, so I secluded emotion away, I couldn’t waste my final days simply mourning, I had to prepare him for the best chances.
And then I was saved from that death, and the feeling lessened, but remained, I had though that I would die still, or I would lose my newest friends, my partners, Everest, Amadrya, Halina, and Burton. Even Ari grew on me when we escaped.
On the topic of escape, that light I saw, a flash, had brought a new feeling. One that wasn’t cold, weightless, hopeless. One where I felt grounded, not like I was flying without anything to keep me from falling. Like the flames that came with our escape, I was lit with a fire to escape, my skin burning, determined not to let my flame be put out.
Now, it was a mix, weightless emotions, and fire waging a war within my heart. I pondered if death would be easier, if my pain was worth it.
I couldn’t decide on an awnswer.
I, I can't lie
I'm scared to open my eyes
'Cause what if I find nothing at all?
Nothing at all
What is the point
Of my lips if they don't make noise? Uh
What is the point of doing nothing at all?
Watching it fall
Which brought me to the shivering mess I was, cold metal beneath my clenched fists as I futilely coughed blood to the ground bellow me. I heart Amadrya and Everest crying out for Louden to stop, to please stop she’s suffered enough, and my eyes stay closed, bracing for the next blow, which hits me right between the shoulder blades and sends me sputtering onto the ground, curling into a ball, my eyes remaining screwed shut.
I wanted to speak up, tell him to stop, but I couldn’t. Not anymore.
Not after last time.
Last time?
My eyes opened, despite my fear, and at first, I saw a room of white, a façade, a caricature of a dream I wanted to come true. Safety.
But it quickled fell away to seeing the metal ground, reflecting my bloodied face, a jagged cut running through one of my eyebrows, matting blood and tears to my cheeks, and I watched several drops of blood drip to the ground, hitting it and splattering amongst others, like some messed up painting.
Another strike came, though this time, I rolled out of the way, the baton hit the ground instead, and a new fire was in my eyes.
And the look on Louden’s face caused me to smirk again.
But...My smirk was wiped off just as easily as another strike came, hitting me square in the side. Soon it stopped, and my friends paid the same price.
I know the other girlies wanna wear expensive things
Like diamond rings
But I don't wanna be the puppet that you're playing on a string
This queen don't need a king
I was dressed in a pure dress, modest still, because Louden’s approach was to make me seem innocent, a strayed, broken doll that the Capitol was going to fix.
White, a color I despised, coated my body, with gloves and a overly poofy dress which I hated more than I could explain. It ran sequential designs with sequins, and on the back, my bruised, and cut back, were a set of decorative wings.
Louden came in after I was dressed, smirking at me with a hateful glare, before he crossed his arms, “A weight is being carried on your back, Holly.” He commented, and I rolled my eyes, “Literally and figuratively. Be a little angel, or my dear, you’ll pay greatly.”
I huffed, refusing to respond, and he knew he won, exiting the room. Soon I was brought to meet with Amadrya, so we could speak to the cameras together. Her outfit was scarlet and red, roses made up the fabric, an off shoulder dress, one that painted her as a flower, something much too delicate to be her, but fitting at the same time.
She was faced with this, she had to be a rose, but the thorns from it caused her pain. I had to be a dove, an angel, but the weight on my back was hard to carry. If either of us failed, we would all pay.
Then again, I wasn’t some puppet, and I would rather die than be treated like one.
That’s why I came out, dressed sweet as could be, before smirking wickedly at the camera.
“You know, I have got to give props to the designer,” I started, ignoring my script with a grin, “I would hate to see such a dress stained by blood, surprising it isn’t already, I’m sure I’ve reopened a few cuts now,” I commented.
“Well,” I continued, crossing my arms, “This is uncomrtable,” I whined childishly, smirking at Louden and the guards and the audience before me as I reached up, removing the wings in a fluid motion, tearing them from the dress, and throwing them out the the crowd, that is, before untying the gorgeous hair the stylists had pinned up, and tussling it up and delicately picking up the tiara that they had placed in, white gems embroidered in it, before throwing it out to the crowd.
“That’s much better,” I commented as disarray broke out, and I was dragged away from the scene.
The flicker burning
You know the time is runnin', runnin' out
Only I see
All the diamonds, diamonds breaking down
I won't stay quiet, I won't stay quiet
'Cause staying silent's the same as dying
I won't stay quiet, the flicker's burning low
I was thrown to the ground, still in the dress, but glared up with a laugh, I had nothing more to lose, after all.
“You-you brat!” Louden began, seething in uncontrollable anger, and I should have been scared, but I wasn’t, but his mood changed, and I calmed, a dawning frown raising to my face.
“That’s it, Alandria, you cost your friends their lives!” He boomed, turning to exit the door, to order his peacekeepers to do just that.
I sat in silence for a moment, and he stopped, seeming to wait for my reaction, remaining to face the door.
I burst out laughing, causing him to turn with a look of curiousity and even fear, and I realized I had some tears in my eyes, wiping them away with a few chuckles, “You’re an idiot,” I claimed.
“What?” He asked, dumbfounded.
“Go ahead, try to kill them, I think you’ll find they’re long gone,” I sobered some, standing and taking steps close relationships on my accented words, small footfalls heard.
“What?” He questioned.
I remember his face morphing to anger, and a resounding thud as a peacekeeper entered the room, shooting a dart at me, causing me to fall.
Not before registering the needle another peacekeeper was putting into my arm, or the orders Louden gave to a guard.
“Do the surgery,” he had whispered, and it all fell to black.
Wait if I'm on fire
How am I so deep in love?
When I dream of dying
I never feel so loved
I woke up to pain, my throat felt like it was on fire, and so did my head.
I take that back, my body felt like it, but my throat above all.
I’m not alone in the room either, Louden is there, smirking in delight with his arms crossed.
I open my mouth to speak, but immediately start coughing and wheezing at my attempt, a flared pain in my throat.
He stands, “I’m assuming it worked then,” he commented.
I try to speak again, but only a hoarse, straggled noise comes out.
He laughs then, turning to me, “Well, how’s it feel to be an avox, Alandria?”
I blink, once, twice. I have a tongue still, I test for that first, and I can only whisper out a reply, a shocking, silent mouthing of words, not even able to be heard.
“What?”
But he exits the room, clearly not hearing, and I realize with dawning fear that I couldn’t hear it either.
Sure, I'm a pretty girl
Up in a pretty world
But they say pretty hurts
And I don't wanna sit still
I'm a pretty girl
Up in a pretty world
But no, I won't sit still, look pretty
I’m free.
Finally, I’m free, but I’m not okay.
It took simple notes to make them understand that I was mute, writing it. And of course they were all willing to help me fit back into society, find a way to communicate.
I learned whispering was one, calling back how Louden claimed that I would still be able to whisper, being a normal avox wouldn’t be fun, I’d never have the chance to even try talking, but with part of my vocal folds removed, I would never be able to speak anyways, but I would whisper all I wanted, too soft to ever be heard.
A cruel trick, one to make sure that hope lingered, but would be snuffed out with every attempt. It was smart, but cruel.
Worse than that, a boy comments one day in District 8 that “At least you still have your looks”
And I couldn’t be more broken after that comment, because I wanted to be heard, not seen.
And no one ever listened to someone who couldn’t speak.
Sit still, look pretty
It wasn’t all I was good for, my looks, I had more, and I learned that by being with Amadrya, Macaria, Burton, Everest in specific, they helped me realize there was more to it than that. Losing my voice wasn’t losing my purpose, I could show my thoughts in other ways.
I never feel so loved
It makes me realize much more than just silence, it makes me realize that I wasn’t a some of my ability to speak, instead, I live on by my words.
With my friends, looking towards the future, and no longer staring at the past.
So we stand, all of us, on a hill facing the setting sun, and I smile, a genuine, soft smile.
Today may be ending, but tommorow is always a new day.
It’s a new life
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 8, 2019 18:45:14 GMT -5
(Okay that was incredible, it was written so well, the lyrics were on point, I felt so bad for holly but was completely reminded of why she’s so awesome at the same time.
Also some concepts because I want to explore Holly and Macaria’s relationship a little more and may write this stuff:
- Maybe Macaria knew someone who became an Avox and so she teaches Holly sign language and they use it to communicate and so she can interpret for her
- Okay but Macaria finding out Holly can’t speak and just hugging her and crying
- Macaria defending and protecting Holly at all costs because dammit someone needs to
- Any other pure best friends content (maybe a wedding maid of honour speech))
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 8, 2019 19:58:29 GMT -5
(I love them all.
make them all
Joking, joking, but seriously, all of those would be cute to see :3.)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 9, 2019 2:42:02 GMT -5
(Okay I will write something for that
I also plan to write something with the lyrics of that song you had before, Meet Me on the Battlefield, because i love it)
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Sept 9, 2019 11:05:19 GMT -5
My current writing list:
1) Macaria and Holly scene
2) Meet me on the Battlefield thing
3) Cute domestic scene)
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Post by 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕨 on Sept 9, 2019 11:42:39 GMT -5
(Oh cool, excited to see it :3.)
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