04-23-2018, 03:53 AM
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she knew what her mother would say. lena, she'd hiss in the melodic tone, as though her daughters name was poison on her tongue, you cannot run from who you are. and time and time again, the woman obeyed. she ducked her head down, pressed her lips together tightly, she'd learn to pretend she didn't care. pretend like the monster she wore the mask of was who she was. but, she'd learned, you could only pretend for so long.
even after the trek she'd made, she looked so put together. dark hair pulled low and tied off at the nape of her neck, lips coated in maroon stain, the dark coat that cloaked a pale frame cinched at the waist. she looked bothered, in the cold, but that was nothing new - resting bitch face was something of a plague to the woman, to her whole family. but it was one of many plagues, many curses, many hell's she was damned to endure because of her lineage. she'd give anything to come from different people, better people. but there was no point in being sour about it all, was there? because she'd done her duty to her family. she'd taken the fall for a crime she didn't commit, played the part of martyr because she was told to.
that was what brought the woman there. standing stiffly at what she deduced might be a border, one passed by often at that. she was freezing, but she made no show of it, she never did. she simply stood in wait, lips pursed in a pout, pale eyes dancing across the horizon, ready to plead her case for residence.
( this is terrible but it's late and rushed and i need to go to sleep,, oof )
she knew what her mother would say. lena, she'd hiss in the melodic tone, as though her daughters name was poison on her tongue, you cannot run from who you are. and time and time again, the woman obeyed. she ducked her head down, pressed her lips together tightly, she'd learn to pretend she didn't care. pretend like the monster she wore the mask of was who she was. but, she'd learned, you could only pretend for so long.
even after the trek she'd made, she looked so put together. dark hair pulled low and tied off at the nape of her neck, lips coated in maroon stain, the dark coat that cloaked a pale frame cinched at the waist. she looked bothered, in the cold, but that was nothing new - resting bitch face was something of a plague to the woman, to her whole family. but it was one of many plagues, many curses, many hell's she was damned to endure because of her lineage. she'd give anything to come from different people, better people. but there was no point in being sour about it all, was there? because she'd done her duty to her family. she'd taken the fall for a crime she didn't commit, played the part of martyr because she was told to.
that was what brought the woman there. standing stiffly at what she deduced might be a border, one passed by often at that. she was freezing, but she made no show of it, she never did. she simply stood in wait, lips pursed in a pout, pale eyes dancing across the horizon, ready to plead her case for residence.
( this is terrible but it's late and rushed and i need to go to sleep,, oof )
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[color=#BCD8E4][shadow=black,left]a weekend on a boat in california
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