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β’β’ n a m e : xxxpetunia griffin
β’β’ a l i a s : xxfille fantΓ΄mexxbelladonnaxxshpion
β’β’ h u m a nxxn a m e : xxxjane johnson
β’β’ a g e : xxxeight-hundred sixty-four
β’β’ s e x u a l i t y : xxxheterosexual
β’β’ c o u r t : xxxsummer
β’β’ r o l e : xxxseekerxxxscout
β’β’ o c c u p a t i o n : xxxsummer court spy
β’β’ p r i m a r yxxp o w e r : xxxshapeshifting
β’β’ s e c o n d a r yxxp o w e r : xxxinvisibility
β’β’ t h o u g h txxc o l o u r : xxx#9dac60
β’β’ d i a l o g u exxc o l o u r : xxx#8d9a68
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ββββββββββββββββββββββββWe K I S S outside.
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L I T T L E xxx bean stalk child did not bloom with captivating white roses like her father. Travelling vines lit up like fireflies but did not sprout the meandering sunflowers her mother wore. Their final flower child was no blossom in late spring; her sisters grew like gardens and she was burdened with ghost flowers just beneath the surface that should have sprung by now. Lamb horns, without the daintiness of a petal, curled about her ears with the same ivy that plagued her glowing skin. She was nothing her family would call beautiful, struck with downy feathers that would never grow into wings no matter how much she wished for it.
P E T A L xxx gowns and crowns of petunia engulfed their ugly duckling, waiting for the one day that the roots would latch. But Tunia's face was burdened by frowns and the constant reminder that "people might find you prettier if you smiled." She always tried to be someone prettier, but the flowers she tied to her horns would always fall off eventually.
S O M E O N E xxx had to accept the way she looked, and if no one else was going to, she would find her own beauty in other forms. A songbird to sit amongst the nobility of the summer court without their knowing. A black kitten to capture the attention of the dark court Lady. Even vile creatures, uglier than her and far more cruel than her. No one looked at her the same, if they saw her at all. Sometimes it was better to disappear. The shadows welcomed her, swallowed her ugliness and made her into a myth without a true form.
T H E xxx glamour of humanity was the only solace she found in a skin that resembled her. Though the glow of sunshine faded to a normal shade of skin, there were no flowers to ask for, and her body felt light without the weight of horns or softy downy feathers. Human bodies were beautiful without the need of a fae's jeweled forms. She wanted to make herself one with women of Earth who she swore were faes, glowing cheeks and beautiful eye. Eyes that seemed to think she was beautiful too?
ββββββββββββββββββββββββββYou walk off, arm and arm with our D E M O N .
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N O xxx child starts out hateful. There is emptiness, each cry asking for the pretty traits of a personality. Tunia was a brightly hopeful child, a shining summer's day. No one looked at the sun, but they always appreciated its warmth. Even in the coldest hours, the blinding optimism brought everyone out from the shade.
T H E xxx empty soil of her skin did not account for the greenhouse of her heart. Flowers of all kinds, petals of loyalty and petals of kindness, ones that her family couldn't appreciate. It was a beauty they were not aware of, so they couldn't nurture it properly. Petals plucked with the intention of finding them outside instead.
T U N I A xxx would not embrace their pity for destroying her garden. She would lash back with all the vines they found dreadful, protecting the last few blossoms left. She would decide who deserved to see them, a flicker of softness as quick as fireflies for the girl with a tongue as sharp as thorns. Sharp and quick witted, she became uncomfortably aware of who she was becoming and did nothing to tame the harsh overgrowth. They could call her foul if they wanted to, but their unkind hearts turned her to this. No amount of hatred could match the drought of self love.
B E I N G xxx someone else was her only way of acceptance. A flicker of deviance to hide all the securities she held like a lover. An object of desire, a jewel just whispering across the fingertips of nobles. Flowers could only do so much, a vine knew how to seduce its way into everything you own. She found a way to be wanted, to be beautiful, and it didn't matter that the face that stared back at her was not her own. It felt better than to be a prize bought by the highest bidder, knowingly fooled into being a pet for those who owned her. If they thought she was fooled, they wouldn't see her slip from around their finger, onto someone who wanted her more. Every root of affection snatched away by her own claws so no one else could make her believe it was real.
B E C A U S E xxx they could buy her body, buy her mind, her goddamn soul, but no one could buy her love.
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βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββI've come through the ordeal of L O V I N G you once again.
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long dresses with high slits xxx watching people xxx shapeshifting xxx lots of jewels xxx ballroom dancing xxx flirting xxx little desserts xxx trees xxx a clear summer sky xxx spying xxx sunlight xxx physical training xxx animals, especially horses xxx braiding hair xxx intimacy xxx summer nobles xxx art xxx pretty girls xxx voluntary honesty xxx cotton candy sunsets xxx cold rivers xxx easily persuaded people xxx cacti xxx parrots xxx
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feathers xxx horns xxx wings xxx flowers xxx most faes xxx her sisters xxx having nothing to do xxx big dresses xxx "I love you" xxx expectations xxx emotions xxx coersion xxx weak will xxx honey xxx large animals xxx naivety xxx being undesired xxx her natural appearance xxx mirrors xxx petunias especially xxx the dark court xxx bugs xxx feeling like prey xxx cheating xxx
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βββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββββI see in Y O U R eyes.
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S E D U C T I V E . xxx Desire is a game she's mastered, a dance where she always leads.
I N T E L L E C T . xxx A mind as quick as her tongue, she put her beauty into her mind when her beauty outside wasn't enough. Plenty of books from all the courts as souvenirs from missions, she has created a library of knowledge from the minds of other faes to strengthen her own. Plus, when one gets to a certain age, experience alone can become wisdom.
S T E A L T H xxx Spying among the other courts, where her natural form would look unnatural in the open, requires a comfort in the shadows- or, in the shadow of another form.
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V I X E N . xxx The desire to prove everyone wrong bout her, to spite those her called her ugly and didn't want her, is a powerful force that guides her.
C H I L D R E N . xxx Big bug eyes waiting to be loved and wnted, hands outstretched to tug on her leg, there is no cruelty her in heart for a child. Her weak spot for children led her to spend many months in the dark courts with a young fae, protecting him from nightmares and padding alongside him as his cat.
S E L F - E S T E E M . xxx Though her flirtatious and confident nature may suggest otherwise, she's never looked at herself fondly, and does not believe that she is worth more than what she can do for others.
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S H A P E S H I F T I N G . xxx A chance to be beautiful in a stolen form. Her commonly used forms were mice and cats, two things that would not be out of place in any court. Most of the forms she preferred were small and could easily maneuver for the information she desired. There aren't many animals she can't turn into; if she doesn't know of the animal, or it is too large, she cannot take their shape. It was once a childhood trick, but she found a rush in being the the same room as important people without them ever having a clue.
I N V I S I B I L I T Y . xxx When even another form would not make her happy, for a short time, she can be nothing at all. A skin of nothingness she gladly embraces when she needs it. Tunia relies on the shadows for cover, but sometimes even a shadow isn't enough.
G O L D E N xxx chain she always wears around her neck, made from pure sunlight. It was a gift from Eleodoro, as a reminder when the dizziness of love creeps into her heartless clarity.
ββββββββββββββββββββββββCertainty that we must C O L L I D E from time to time.
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P R E T T I E S T xxx of all the sunflowers danced in front of a crowd of suitors, daring each one to come forward and take her hand, if they dared. Out came the strongest of the roses, a gentleman with perfect tailored white petals. They shared a dance and suddenly no one would be worthy of her sun like rosed Hawthorne Griffin. He picked a bonquet of sunflowers, one that would fade eventually but looked so pretty in the moment.
T H E R E xxx were more prettier moments to be had. Delphine, tall and elegant as the blue blossoms that wind down her spine. Amaryllis, red petals of might and radiating with the knowingness of beauty across her chest like a warrior's chestplate. Marigold, as passionate and she was cruel, even with the deception of golden flower tiara gracing her forehead. Lavender, the delicacy of the bunch with the purple tangled in her hair. Then their little Petunia, a final pretty moment grown in a new garden. The two little petunias that graced her little head would never grow, replaced by a different form of beauty. Lamb horns curled in ribbons of ivy.
G A R D E N I A xxxwould not let her weed grow, a reminder that her roots would always hit the bottom of the wase. Petunia would never be seen without her long flower dresses, a pretty petaled smile, and a big crown of petunias. Their "special flower", one that needed proper care to bloom properly.
L O V E xxx was an easy bloom. The boy with petunias in his hair stepped away from the crowd sent for Delphine, her alluring dance just the wrong shade of petal to be his. The centerpiece of his garden would not be a flower that no other men could attain, but a girl who no one else wanted. It would feel good to love the unlovable. When he planted the ideas of love into her head, it was easy to give herself away to wilt in a vase too small for her roots to latch onto. The perfume of being wanted made her too dizzy to find the bottom. Roots curled same as nimble fingers that caressed her horns just like petals. She could fade away into nothing more than a loved woman before she would ever let go of the boy who trailed kisses down the glowing vines on her arms. Eleodoro was her only thought.
I T xxx was not easy to love a weed. But because he could love a girl with daises, and a girl with violets, the girl with lilies too, he could love a weed. There was no pity from the glowing girl that stole his glowing kisses, but a look, as if to say, well, what were you expecting?
W A N T xxx still burned bright in her chest, but she would not fool herself any longer that anyone would do more than want her.
B E L L A D O N N A . xxx A new form, not a flower but the deception of one. A shadow that never held one form, her gifts were more than anyone could afford. And yet, some were graced by her company, the silky secrets of another cast from her lips if they wanted them enough. Desire was her new price, and many could pay but only for so long. Their affections were neglected if she felt too rooted in their gardens, and the thorns of being unwanted grew in her place.
T H E R E xxx was one who set a different price. Kneeling at the throne of the dark court, no longer a prize but a intruding weed, there were promises of losing everything in the prisons of the dark court. But there were also promises of every fae's desire, to become a legend that no one would ever deny. She would never call herself a hero, but becoming the centerpiece of the realm's garden was more than beauty could ever afford her.
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f a c e c l a i mxxx alexa mareka
p l a y e dxxb yxxx the writer's voice
quotes provided from "Reunions with a Ghost", by Ai.