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for the drama, of course. gotta go out with a bit of whimsy.
i have a secret admirer who’s a bit possessive over that one. so, for now, would just jun be okay?
hey, dear. :)
what is your name?
with a soft hum, the girl sat up and tapped her chin, thinking intently on what to name the critter. "mmm... i'm not very good at this. most of my animals names are odd. like robert. and grobert. and bert... and berta."
she watched the bunny twitch its nose, its beady black eyes like the pearls of boba staring into nothingness. innocence.
from the pot of flowers still in front of her, she carefully plucked a petal from a small white bud. as she pulled on the petal, a line of silvery weaved thread followed, tying neatly into a small collar using magic. she then picked a small berry from the arrangement, forming a bell, attaching it to the collar.
"i think you should name it," she hummed, fitting the collar over the bunny's fuzzy neck, "it'd be more special if you do, gio."
though moira was mortified by her own creation, her unsettled expression slowly eased into a soft giggle of relief. she let her shoulders drop, plopping her weight to the back of her chair. 'a bunny.' she thought to herself dryly. it's not what she'd intended on creating, but the memories must have interfered with her performance. nonetheless, she shook it off. her past with magic was something that she planned on burying away.
the sweet smile on her friends face was enough to pull her from her dark, reminiscent thoughts, that even watching him nuzzle against what she thought to be a horrid creature made her consider the little critter to be 'cute'.
"heh," she smiled, "thanks, dear. i'm sorry to have given you a fright. i'm just, er, a little rusty is all."
feeling a lump make its home in her throat, moira shifted. even as the boy revealed his true excitement upon the news, moira knew better. the grim reality of what her strongest magic could bring about. her mind flickered across the memories; the workshops— oh god, the workshops. moira winced.
"ah, i-i suppose i can show you a little," she breathed, trying to shake the thoughts. she'd come a long way. mastered other ways to use her power.
leaning forward, she reached her hands out to the small potted flowers in the middle of the table. she coiled her digits around the stem of an already wilted baby's breath, closing her eyes and setting her intention. "i can't promise that it'll be perfect," she warned, squeezing her eyes tight now. with a deep breath and a twitch of her nose, she snapped the root in half. hesitantly opening her eyes, there in place of the flower's root, sat a plump, fluffy little bunny rabbit. black in color. eyes and nose cute as buttons.
gio jus said he hated me and wants me to DIE
hi
ᝰ.ᐟK.J
Latino?
/laughs;;
I would rather call myself korean if we came to that term. I was surely raised in colombia but am purely korean by ethnicity.
u deleted my thread and ur own
/ rowan's eyes widened, and his face heats up in embarrassment. but, he couldn't play the nonchalant baddie he was in this scenario ; ..nooo.. i don't.. know how to swim
/ rowan crouches down, just watching the mermaid swim freely. he smiles, rolling his eyes ; yea yea, hush
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