- - violet hour [KETO]

[LILYANNA MARIE DAWSON]

we are the kings and queens of promise
we are the victims of ourselves

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It was all still so hard to believe. One moment, she was you’re average student majoring in art at college. Okay, maybe not average. She was always fading into the background and no one really seemed to take notice of her. However, she adjusted over time, letting people not know that she existed. Anyways, now she was forever bound to a carnival that someone dear to her had told her to stay away from. But she couldn’t, and now… It didn’t matter anymore. What was done was done and there was no turning back for her.

Her hand rose, slipping under the pearl necklace with the two opals, her eyes examining the gems that laced around her neck. Momma told her that she wasn’t allowed to remove it, which in her mind was code for ‘don’t even think about taking it off and running away.’ Lilyanna wouldn’t do such a thing, not after what she had sacrificed; besides, she figured that her fate for running of would be worse than keeping her bargain to begin with. Her eyes closed, gripping the necklace as she let out a sigh. She could feel the tears slipping down her face. Lily quickly dropped the necklace, feeling the cold jewels touch her skin. Her hands wiped away the tears, unsure of why she was crying.

Then again, she knew exactly why. Faollen’s image came into her mind, her chest filling with emotion. She wasn’t mad or sad, or angry with him. No, he loved her with every fiber of his being, and she returned the love to him. It was so overwhelming to know that she had found someone to love and have her be loved in return. It was such a wonderful feeling being in love, but in her mind, Lily still wondered if Faollen was okay with this. He had proven to her that he was willing to fight for the love, but she knew that somewhere inside him he worried about the so-called ‘monster’ within him. Lilyanna saw no such thing in him, and even if there was something bad about him, she would work with him and they would make it work if they really loved each other.

Brown eyes looked out to the waters, feeling the light sea breeze brush against her face and blow her hair away from her face. Her hand drew lines in the sand, letting the grains of quarts and rocks stick to her fingers and leave a fine layer of dust. Lying back, she laid in the sand, letting her mind wander, the waves crashing against the shore. Her mind was swimming with thoughts and her body overcome with emotions. Right now, she just wanted a play to relax and think without being disturbed. She wasn’t far from the carnival, knowing that if she was needed she would be able to get there in no time, but far enough away people would leave her alone. However, she did wish that Faollen was here right now with her, but right now she knew that he was working, and this would probably be one of the few moments she had to relax.

[KETO AYSU VELLAMO]

YOU BETTER SWALLOW PRIDE
OR YOU'RE GONNA CHOKE ON IT!

YOU BETTER DIGEST YOUR VALUES
BECAUSE THEY TURN TO SHIT. HONOR'S GONNA KNOCK YOU DOWN

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That city- oh how he was tired of being confined in that horrid city by the ocean! Everyday it grew more and more difficult to keep himself locked up in that wretched room in the Inn. Everyday his heart begged more and more to return to the place where it was created- the place where it truly belonged. His soul yearned to be in the waves of the cool sea and to feel the sands at the bottom of the ocean and to find small treasures on the ocean’s floor. Every bit of his being felt like it was dying inside and being strapped down. It was like he was trapped. He wasn’t truly sure how much longer he could discipline himself either. Everything about the land was beginning to cause more distress to his already uptight and miserable mood. He knew that he really shouldn’t walk all the way down the cliffs and over toward the shore though. He would be tempted to jump in and he was trying to confine himself so the tortured wound in his side would close up faster. He had already turned the thing into many shades of purples and reds because of how long it had adorned his side. Nita had made it clear plenty of times to him that it was an eyesore and tiring to see him with it. Which annoyed him a bit since- well it wasn’t really her business and she had those disgusting bruises up and down her legs from being human so often. Keto’s skin was still soft and practically untouched looking on his human legs. They had also strengthened a good deal after the many days he had spent on shore. He was actually used to walking with them. That was a true miracle all alone but he would only have to learn all over again after coming from the ocean. He would much rather swim than walk.

Oh, he was bad today. He was going to do what he had been working so hard not to do for many days now. It was time to break his streak and get in a moment of sanity before he ended up strangling the next human being that he saw. He doubted that would go over very nicely and considering his state he was not completely sure how well that would work out for him at all. It was best if he did go see the ocean. It truly was… it meant no human casualties for the time being.

The merman turned human threw on the only pair of human clothing that he had acquired on his journey to the city. A loose gray shirt tied lightly around the waist by a sash and kept as open as possible around the neck (he hated clothing with a passion and needed as much space from it as possible at times). Then of course came the annoying trousers that always felt too tight around his limber legs. Oh, the boots were beginning to feel too tight as well, but they went on as well, despite his strong dislike for them. Going about naked was apparently frowned upon in this society because he had not seen one person do it. Then again, Keto had never seen humans walking around each other in the nude. He supposed it was because they couldn’t go hiding their bits and pieces very easily. It made him appreciate his kind even more- they got to enjoy the freedom of wearing basically nothing. They didn’t much care for modesty either in the ocean. Everything was good and nobody really cared. Here, however… well that was a completely different story.

The walk down to the shores of Runa was long and hard. He was accustom to the walking and jumping about now but his side ached like it hadn’t ached in many years. His stomach also growled and screeched at him all the way since he hadn’t eaten anything proper. Whatever infection he had gotten seemed to affect his eating pattern and what stayed in his stomach. So, naturally, he was quite hungry. And hungry and tired were two things that never mixed very well. Not for Keto at least. Especially when he was already upset with where he was and what he was forced to be wearing. As soon as his boots had hit the sand and sunk in, a wave of relief rushed over him and his lungs took in a long deep breath of salty, fresh ocean air. Good Runa, it felt so damned good to be right at the sea again. His toes wriggled in his shoes, begging to change back to flippers so he could go back to where he belonged. His brain begged to differ, keeping him right up on the shore only able to long for the ocean’s cool waters.

This moment couldn’t be any more perfect though. It felt like reuniting with an old friend. Some may have found that ridiculous since it was only the ocean. But take a human out to the ocean and he was sure they would be longing for the land and practically be kissing every inch of it as soon as they were back on their homeland.

Actually, this moment could have been even more perfect. How so? Well, try taking the human out of the picture. No, not him (he was really a merman after all). There was a human girl sitting on the shores, doing whatever it was human’s did here. It annoyed him a bit, making his lip twitch downward with dismay. Hadn’t he dealt with enough of them? This was ocean, not land. Well, the shore was land but really did she have to be here pouting now? Keto snorted, turning his head away, letting the wind blast through his dark hair as he closed his eyes. Then a very light murmur came from his throat.

“Stupid humans.”

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tagged: lilyanna marie dawson
song: no pride by green day
words: nine hundred eighty-eight
notes: sorry about the wait

[LILYANNA MARIE DAWSON]

we are the kings and queens of promise
we are the victims of ourselves

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Her eyes closed, the smell of the salty water filling her nostrils. Her mind fluttered between Faollen and the sound of the waves crashing against the sand. Sighing, she sat up, ruffling her hair to shake out the sand. Rummaging around in her nearby bag, she pulled out her sketch book. Lily flipped to a new page, pausing a moment to examine the drawing of Faollen. Touching it, she traced the lines of the photo and the graphite stained her fingers. Shaking her head, she flipped to a clean page. The pencil hovered over the page, brown eyes scanning her surroundings to get a good view of what she was about to sketch. Once she had an idea of where to start, the pencil pressed to the page and slowly but surely, lines began to fill the page.

A rough sketch of the landscape appeared on the paper, her lines eventually forming shapes and the shapes beginning to take dimension. Her head moved up and down, comparing between the landscape and her actually drawing, making subtle changes here and there. There was a sudden gust of wind, her hand clamping around the pencil and closing her eyes to block and flying sand. Her hair blew around her like crazy, and she heard the sound of papers rustling. When she looked up, a few of the lose drawings in her sketch pad were flying away with the wind.

“Oh no!” Setting down the sketch pad, she quickly got to her feet, racing after the pages as the wind kept blowing. As of now, all Lily wanted was to not have them end up in the water. It would ruin all of her pictures, and she had put so much work into each one. The wind finally paused for a moment, give her a chance to gather some of the drawings in her hands before the wind picked up again and blew away the last few pages. Quickly running after them, she grabbed two more before the last one ended up at the feet of a man standing down the beach from her.

She swallowed hard, seeing the man and his dark lock blowing in the wind. Honestly, he looked a little intimidating and Lily was afraid to approach him, but her drawing was resting on the sand in front of his feet, and she needed it back. Taking a deep breath, she swallowed hard and opened her mouth, []“Eh-excuse me,”

[/color] she said walking over with the rest of the images in her hand, “That’s my picture, and I’d like it back please.” Her feet meshed in the sand as she walked over to the man.

To be honest, she was quiet afraid to be around or anywhere near him. He was much taller than her, and his eyes had a look of cold and hate to them. It gave her chills really, and she wanted to run back and pretend that she hadn’t seen him. She wished Faollen were here to save her from any danger that might be lingering with this guy. Something just didn’t seem right about this, then again, it was Reena. Several creatures lingered here that most likely weren’t safe.
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