𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

palinoia & pearls

[ this writing is mine drawn from an rpg i'm in so there are mentions of oc's y'all won't know but i wanted to share this anyway !! also , here's a red room playlist i created to help set the mood !https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0suUbCCT5zZLmpnKhc4Kls?si=9RaxDGycR02SGW79KExchQ ]

palinoia : the obsessive repetition of an act until it is perfect or mastered .
pearl : a symbol of perfection and incorruptibility ; it is a symbol of long life and fertility . buried within the oyster shell , the pearl represents hidden knowledge , and it is highly feminine .

TRIGGER WARNINGS :
NEEDLES , GORE , DEATH , MENTIONS OF RAPE & SEXUAL CONTENT , CHILD ABUSE , SURGERY , ETC 

someone once said that paradise is where seagulls are flying beneath your feet . they were arcing and wheeling between the witchcraft of the morning light . an occasional scream would echo from the cliffs , eerie and resonating . the immense vista leading to the horizon was jaw dropping . the prussian-blue vault of velvet above seemed to solder into the liquid blanket of silver beneath . far out to sea , a solitary cormorant , sleek wings a-flurry , streaked out to the place where sea and sky melt into each other and was lost from sight .

the slurpy slapping of the sea was muted , a metronomic murmur . the waves were merely snoozing , sluggish , and slumbering in their liquid robes . they dribbled up to the beach of the sheltered cove , then shuddered and drizzled their sea spray onto its surface , whisking the stones before releasing . a current of cold electricity passed through the air . she shivered . the wind whipped up . the sea simmered .

sloshing , swollen to its confined depths , its cavernous bowels stirred , a growling from the fathoms . suddenly , stone dashed sand teemed as the sea hissed , washed , polished , and lashed the pebbles before sloshing back . it hissed , slipped , dashed the sand and released ; fizzed , spit , seethed the beach and released : sizzed , slapped , swished the stones and released .

the mesmeric beauty of its beat was heart-swelling . she realized then that the sea was its own master , kindling its own symphony . it hadn’t finished its song yet , however . the wind , the midwife of the seas , served a different master and whipped it into a frenzy .

the echo of a raspy rumbling from the enraged sea came to her , a tremulousness to fear . the waves were really sloshing , slurping , and slobbering with their salty lips . they pounded into the cliff of the sheltered cove , then paused and pounced with malice onto its ankle , slamming the rock before releasing . a rumour of its malevolence passed through her legs . she shivered . the wind died down . the sea bubbled . trembling , throbbing to its rotten beat , its malicious soul stirred , a warning from the ages . suddenly , rip-tide rolls heaved as the sea foamed , crashed , pounded , and bashed the cliff-foot before sloshing back . it foamed and frothed , plunged down hard and pummelled the hated cliffs ; it lathered and lacerated , bucked waves and buckled itself ; it smacked and smashed , surging waves and expunging its awful rage .

its hissy fit over , it swelled once more , juddered , and was still .

green eyes swept over the horizon as she stepped over the rim rock and clambered down to a lower bluff carved into the side of mount arid by wind and erosion over what she would assume to be hundreds of years but who could really be sure ?  

her web of conspiracy theories only grew more intricate and more confusing as the days drug on . the corporation terrified her . and she was woman enough to admit it . the way the bastards sat safe and warm and full where they were while they played with the lives of the islanders … it was sickening . and she had so many humans who were looking up to her for protection and guidance .  how twisted it was that people she had never seen before could seemingly play god as easy as quill or lei got injured .