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Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 09-14-2018

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&&zeus || a voice that demands to be listened to, clear blue eyes, watching a movie and knowing how its going to end, the leader of the group, the one with rumbled laughter, the one that dreams of flying far away and had big big plans, the know-it-all, rain jackets, grey clouds with the sun poking through, the excitement and fear you feel when lightning flashes, the hairs on your arm standing on end
&&hera || the confidence you feel doing what you are passionate about, naturally long eyelashes, sharp eyes, highlighter on cheekbones, the one they hate but also admire,  demands attention when you walk past, you know everyone's dirty secrets, nude lips and white painted nails, you are terrifying when angry, diamond anklets, silver rings, styled hair
&&poseidon || the sea foam that kisses your feet before you step into the ocean, deep eyes that you can't tell if they are blue or if they are green, sun kissed skin, the smell of coconuts and salty air, sand crystals left on your skin, weird tan/burn lines, crinkles by your eyes when you smile, you're a comfortable presence, you always feel better when you are near water, sunnies on always, tank tops and flip flops, the wind messing up your hair
&&demeter || clear skies and the first cold wind of the season, jumping in a pile of raked leaves, the smell of the earth when harvesting begins, the mom friend, extra sweaters in case someone gets cold, you love to watch things grow, running through a field of sunflowers, always barefoot, long hair that's braided, cinnamon candies, having to pet every dog you see, crying when no one is watching, pearls with white lingerie, keeping the house warm so you can sleep beneath the coolness of your quilt, sweaters with shorts
&&athena || staying up all night because you got caught up reading conspiracy theories, coffee rings on the table, a disorganized but organized desk, neat handwriting, overthinking so you can't sleep, leaving people on read because you forget, "let's get creative", knows it all, fountain pens, journals, mismatched knee socks, resting bitch face, remembers the little details about you, jean jackets, glasses, prank sinatra, gazed off into the distance and makes things awkward, that one friend you go to for advice even though they've never been in the situation, walking encyclopedia of irrelevant facts, listens to hamilton every day
&&ares || that overwhelming feeling you get when all your emotions overtake you and you see red, leather jackets, the smell of smoke that lingers after a bonfire, parkour, converse over vans every damn day, always has a lighter but doesn't smoke, getting into fights to defend someone's honor, bruised knees, dark circles underneath bright eyes, brown eyes, the revving of a motorcycle, not paying attention in class but acing the exam, trying to be punk rock but you're more pop punk, skateboarding is edgy, bitten nails, air drum solo, screaming when you're alone in your room and no one can hear you, when you smile it's like the world is at peace
&&apollo || that feeling when the sun finally rises after days and days of rain, the light always seems to want to be wherever you are, the sun slipping in through the window, acoustic guitars, humming to yourself, constant melody in your head, beat up sneakers, blonde hair, smiling eyes, glitter always seems to be on you, a yellow aura, the innocence of a child, laughing at inappropriate times, a song is always stuck in your head, flower crowns and singing in open field, cloud gazing, the color of honey, freckles everywhere because you are always outside, flushed cheeks, cherub-like face, warm hands, singing by a fire, the car ride on the way to see your favorite band play
&&artemis || the feeling you get sitting on your roof and watching the moon sit silently in the sky, vans shoes, jean jackets, staying up late on the weekends, sneaking out of your house, stargazing with your best friends after you all got high at a party, silver hair, observant eyes, an angry indie kid, ponytails, chapped lips, running through the woods, laughing when no one is around but the night sky, reading your horoscope every day, amethyst necklaces, arrow wrist tattoos, sticking up for your best friend no matter what, probably has a cat, pale skin, cold hands, the edgy friend, silver nail polish, black hair
&&hermes || the friend that keeps laughing at the joke even though it's been three days, hanging out with your friends all the time, never doing homework but still manages to pass the class, t-shirts, gossiping, getting the class clown award, different colored hair, track suits and adidas all the time, "psycho but cute but psycho", actually a meme, sneaky smirks, the sketchy friend, the loudest person in the room but still the one no one knows, could pick their friends anywhere out of a crowd, makes their mom say "no" so they don't have to go out, video games, soda overlord, "will there be food?", always munchie, might be high but we'll never know
&&aphrodite || the feeling of your heart skipping a beat when your crush walks by, bambi eyes, winged eyeliner, silk sheets, the one who never has a mean thing to say, can quote disney movies for anything, skinny jeans, cute boots, can't sing but will do it anyway, heart on their sleeve, teardrops, "rip out his ego with your fresh nails", the heartbroken, loves everyone and probably can't keep a relationship, gets bored easily but is easily entertained, trying their best, heart is always in the right place, moody, pastels, walking around your house in just your underwear, midnight snacks, pink lipstick, sparkling eyes, does color runs, kisses people as a way of greeting them
&&dionysus || tasting wine with your parents while you are underage, collecting wine glasses just to put plants in them (terrariums), "i only eat grape flavored popsicles", obsessed with cults, probably always watching crime shows, gets nightmares from the shows they watch, likes to randomly wear suits, constantly fixing their hair, overreacts to literally everything, can't tell if they are actually dramatic or just being annoying on purpose, is either eeyore or tigger there is no in between, getting drunk over a person (lovedrunk), karaoke nights, gentle touches, sharp cheekbones, believes in polygamy
&&hades || the comfort you get when it's pitch black in your room and you can finally sleep, has weird dreams about dying that wake them up in the middle of the night, takes forever for you to fall asleep, likes to cuddle, the underrated friend, the misunderstood, bright colored hoodies and track pants, tired but not because of their lack of sleep, extremely smart, lowkey nerd, wears contacts instead of glasses, tough love, cares way too much, cries themselves to sleep, has a million things running through their head, shoulder to lean on, feels like a burden, gets sad easily, trying their best, likes dark things but that's okay
&&hepheastus || the feeling you get when you are staring into flames, fireplaces, building with legos, drinking tea, scribbling down ideas in a journal, skilled artist, always has an invention to test out, rough hands, burn marks/scars from working, tired eyes, gentle hands, comfortable silence, reading the newspaper when you first wake up, always having something to do, that friend that's always busy, antisocial social club, flaky, soft-spoken, old tshirts and dirty jeans, shoes with holes in them, smells like clean laundry even though their clothes are always messy, organized, put together, knows where they are going in life, distant but sweet, the overlooked friend
&& i would probably be a mix of demeter, hades, athena and apollo

Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 09-18-2018

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[color=white][abbr=claire made this !]  ✧[/abbr] Youth is like diamonds in the sun ✧
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"mom. mom. mom. can i go outside now? can i? can i? pleaseee you said -"

"oh my god, vervain just go. can't you see i am on the phone with your father?"

vee could see that, but she could also see from the window that the rain had let up and the sun was peeking its friendly face from behind the clouds. she bolted her seven year old self out the door, her bare feet racing from the yard and heading towards the woods. she probably wasn't supposed to go into the woods, but her mother wasn't around to specifically tell her no and that little voice in her head, the one that was definitely freki and not her ( what did her mom call it? her confusion? conchens? conscious? nah that didn't sound right, whatever that thing was that told her the difference between good and bad ).

small, excited screams escaped from her throats as she made her way deeper into the forest. she jumped over the tiny streams and jumped up to swing herself on the low-hanging branches that she passed on her way to her spot. the woods started thinning out, leading into a meadow with tall grasses and sweet-smelling wild flowers blooming throughout it. she sighed dreamily as she stepped into the softer grass, her feets sinking into the soft earth, still wet from the rains. she walked to the middle of the clearing, dropping to the ground in a humph and blinking up at the sky. golden light and blue skies were peeking through and it felt like they were saying hello to just her.

she smiled, a toothy grin with missing teeth that the tooth fairy had taken away. today was such a pretty day, and the only thing that could make it prettier was her best friend, percy. but she wasn't with her today, so vee decided to enjoy the day while she could. the ginger cherub sat up and looked around her, the grass almost blocking her view. she reached out to grab at the purple flowers - hyacinth - that surrounded her. she put them in her pocket for later and then turned her attention on some orangish wildflowers. she picked them and began to weave herself a flower crown, placing it on top of her head. out here she was a princess, she was home, she was where she belonged.

vee sat there for a while, enjoying the last bit of sun before it began to set. she wiggles her toes and laughed when ladybugs crawled all over her. she looked cross eyed at the one that landed on her nose. "why hello there mi'lady. how do ya do?" she erupted into giggles and pouted when the bug left her face.

the sun was going back and freki gently reminded her she should probably be heading home. sighing, she stood up and made her trek back home. she walked slower on her way back, not eager to get back and be cooped up inside until tomorrow. it's just, she was a wild girl, she belonged to nature, it was who she was. and inside, she had to be quiet, she had to stay in her room, she had to ( oh GOD ) put away the dishes? dishes! she didn't even want to eat off them in the first place. honestly, what was her mother thinking sometimes? she was a wolf! not a girl.

realizing it had gotten darker faster than expected, she took of running towards home, splashing in the puddles she had avoided earlier and getting her feet all muddy. she really couldn't be late again, they wouldn't let her play if she was. and vee needed to play? okay? she just did. reaching her home, she opened the door and ran inside. except, she had forgotten about her messy feet. and now there was mud prints all behind her, and her mother was walking to the front door.

"VERVAIN WISTERIA FENRIR! you are tracking mud all in this house! what are you thinking? why are you such a mess?"

"i'm sorry mommy, it was an accident. i just didn't want to be late."

her mother was still rambling, ignoring her apologies. "honestly, it's like you're trying to kill me. you are so messy all the time. all! the! time! just, just go to your room and get cleaned up and ready for bed."

later on that night, once her parents had gone to bed, vee snuck the flowers she had plucked earlier and headed downstairs as quietly as possible. she placed the flowers around the house, little purple reminders for her mother in the morning.

( purple hyacinth - a symbol used to ask for forgiveness )

she snuck back upstairs and walked into her parents bedroom, going over to her mother's side of the bed and placing a soft kiss on her forehead, watching as her nose twitched. "sorry mommy." she whispered softly into the room, padding out and plopping herself into bed. the sleep overtook her instantly, the sadnman blessing her with sweet dreams and making her ready for a new adventure in the morning.


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Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 08-03-2018

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Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 08-03-2018

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( just a little drabble i conjured up, i think i have an obsession with icarus and the sun - just saying haah )

Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - sovay - 08-03-2018

ur writing is so good im crying wtf.... don’t mind me tracking and sobbing

Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 08-04-2018

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Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 08-04-2018

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Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 08-04-2018

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Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 08-14-2018

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people wouldn't notice, they never did
they'll believe what they want, i can't explain why
but it doesn't matter, let them be blind
because baby i see, i see you, i see you
you're the only thing i see
i've got the world, its what everyone will say
i know i don't have the world unless i'm beside where you lay
there is something wrong with me, wrong with you
the world screams harshly to me
but you whisper "i love you" and i need, i need
i need you to know there's nothing wrong with us,
we are just in love
there's nothing wrong with that baby,
even if they don't see what i see
just know, i found a person whose my home
i, i, i,
love, love, love,
you, you, you
please don't forget it, because i do, i do, i do
i do love you
forget the world and the lies they know
there's nothing wrong with us, you're my home
blue, blue eyes met my green, green
and i was gone, i was a goner
i saw my fate in your eyes, couldn't look away
left my heart in your hands, you didn't let it break
i see you, i see you, i see you,
you beautiful blue boy
my beautiful blue boy

-- oof this is trash but whatever, its kind of a song, it's from the perspective of a character of mine, rory. but yeah might delete this later or edit it or something. eeww idk if i should have posted it but whatever i did it anyway. probably will regret it in the morning haha but i cried while writing it so c: haha

Re: BLOOD OF A POET // writing dump - lappel du vide - 09-05-2018

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