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SUPER CUTE SOUTHERN REBEL :D
ɪ ᴡᴀs ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ
ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪʀs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴀɴɢ ɴᴏ
█ ▒ sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ ▒ █
ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏɪʀs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴀɴɢ ɴᴏ
• ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴠɪɴᴄᴇ •
║ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀᴠɪɢᴀᴛᴏʀ ║
ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀɢᴇ ▷ 24
ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ ▷ 22
ʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ▷ June 22
ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ▷ male
sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ▷ heterosexual
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ▷ single
ᴄᴀsᴛᴇ ▷ previous 2
sᴘᴇᴄɪᴇs ▷ human
ᴏᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ▷ rebel scout/navigator
❛❛ T H E S C O U T ❜❜
ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ
ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀsᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴʟʏ ʀᴜsʜ
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ, ɪ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪᴛ sᴏ
ᴇʏᴇs ▷ light blue
ʜᴀɪʀ ▷ dirty blonde or light brown
ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ▷ 6 ft 2 in / 187 cm
wᴇɪɢʜᴛ ▷ 80 kg / 176 lbs
ʙᴜɪʟᴅ ▷ slim, muscular
( ɢᴀʀʀᴇᴛᴛ ʜᴇᴅʟᴜɴᴅ )
ᴡʜᴏsᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴏɴ ?
ᴡʜᴏsᴇ sɪᴅᴇ ᴀᴍ ɪ ᴏɴ ?
█║ ❛❛ S ᴛ ᴜ ʙ ʙ ᴏ ʀ ɴ . . .
⇢ this is both good and bad. it's good because if someone's trying to make Vince change something, he probably won't. but it is also very bad because you can't make him stop. like when he's in Illea, and he just wants to kill every guard in sight. this, of course, isn't healthy. but Vince is like this with a lot of things. once he sets his mind he is going to carry out with it and do just what he wants so, I guess you could say he is determined, just in a bit of a bad way?
█║ ❛❛ U ɴ s ᴛ ᴀ ʙ ʟ ᴇ. . .
⇢ no, Vince is not crazy. he's fine really. there are just some... things that make him a little different from you average twenty-two-year-old man. like how he will go one a rampage if someone were to give him weapons in the Illean castle. Or how he cries when he sees cats. mainly because it all reminds him of his sister, whom he misses more than he loves his entire family combined. he's really nothing without her, and a part of him died along with him. he used to wonder why no one liked Illea. but now he understands.
█║ ❛❛ I ɴ ᴛ ᴇ ʟ ʟ ɪ ɢ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ . . .
⇢ Vince earned a very good education, as he spent most of his childhood in Illea and received the best education possible. Vince was already naturally intelligent, and he picks things up very quickly. He also has a very good memory, which is both good and bad. Vince doesn't really ever have to go up against math problems, just stupid people, so his intelligence doesn't really go up anymore, but he doesn't see a reason for it too. he spends most of his time exploring anyways. that's another reason why he's intelligent. he's just so curious, if he doesn't know something, he'll figure it out.
█║ ❛❛ S ʜ ʏ . . .
⇢ mainly in front of strangers, but even in front of some other people he's known for quite some time. it's a trait he's had since birth, making him a bit more quiet. this causes him to appear a lot more different from the band of rebels, but it's also very good. if you see a quiet guy out in the streets, you're not going to assume it's a rebel, correct? he's very reserved and doesn't really have any problems with anyone, most people actually liking him. he at times may speak a lot and have a conersation, but sometimes he just remains quiet and just kind of people watches
█║ ❛❛ K ɪ ɴ ᴅ . . .
⇢ a trait not generally common in southern rebels, Vince is actually a very nice guy. he is always nice when he meets a person, not seeing a reason to be anything else, unless of course he sees otherwise. even if he doesn't like someone he still reamins nice to them, because that's just the person he is. but Vince does have quite the temper, should he get angry, and you wish he was same nice Vince. it's kind of funny how nice he is, because even if he doesn't care, it seems like he does because he's so nice. it just looks like he cares.
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇɢᴀɴ ᴛᴏ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅ
ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʟᴇɢs
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs sᴏ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ
Not one, but two babies were born on this bright summer's day, in the province of Columbia. the mother was a politician and the father a palace guard, but they were both equally excited about their first children. they named the boy Vincent, and the girl Athena. the boy was more quiet and reserved, and he was also pretty shy. but the girl was more outgoing and confident. without his sister, Vince wasn't really himself, and he kind of just sat around and people watched. but when he was with his sister, he was in high spirits. he talked more, participated, even joked around. he was better with his sister. growing up twos, the children tended to receive whatever they wanted when asked, and all was well. when they turned five, they moved to Angles, so their father could be a palace guard. as children, they were allowed within the palace, and ran around and roamed free with other children. Vince recalls the intense games of hide and go seek, which he tended to completely dominate in due to his good eye and always remembering the layout of the palace as if it was his own home. he always noticed that his parent's didn't smile during the reports, in fact, they didn't even like them. and when he turned eight, he understood. three years later, his family left Illea and joined the rebels. actually, Vince learned that his family had been rebels the entire time. they had just been undercover. that's why his father was a palace guard, to be inside the palace. and that's why his mother had been a politician, to know what was going on in the world. once they moved into the camp, Vince had a hard to settling. he and his sister were put into the training camps, and while his sister excelled, he did not. his sister thought it was fun, and yeah, when Vince was with her, it was, but she was moved up quickly, and Vince was left behind. at this point, with his parent's indulged into his now three-year-old brother, and his sister constantly training, Vince began going on his own little adventures. he'd just walk out the camp, and walk and walk, explore this and that, and then he'd return. while people noticed his absence, they never bothered to ask him about it, and so he continued. And next thing you know, there's a ten-year-old that has the a whole mile radius around the camp mapped out. and here's where it all counted. Vince was out one day, walking around in a usual spot when he suddenly caught sight of an Illean soldier. Vince hid in the bushes, watching as more joined him before Vince ran off, undetected. he would've kept it to himself had he not seen that a bunch of rebels, about to walk in that exact direction, without weapons. Vince stopped them, telling them all about what he saw. they, of course, doubted he knew what he was talking about, as he was only ten. but upon his request, they did take along their weapons. Vince waited hours for their return, hoping they were not dead. and they did return and were very glad he had told them. the Illean guards were sent to find their camp, and Vince had caught them. technically. nonetheless, the rebels killed them and all was well. Vince and his family were questioned, the commanders wanting to know how their son had known where the Illean guards would be, and Vince told them. he told them all about his adventures, and how he knew a mile around the whole camp like the back of his hand. and well, they were impressed. Vince was questioned further, and even tested on his abilities. and once they realized he was serious, Vince and his family were brought up in standings, Vince giving his family a good name. time went on, Vince expanding the perimeter and helping the rebels with where to go when needed. things were great, so now we skip along to when he was sixteen. Vince knew the three-mile radius like the back of his hand. and then he was asked a particular question. in two years time, the rebels would be infiltrating the palace. the rebels had heard that as a boy, Vince had roamed the palace and knew its corners like it was his home. they asked whether or not he remembered, and Vince admitted to having the palace fuzzy in his mind. they wanted him to come, and he told them he'd think about it. Athena had gone on the raid earlier that year and told him it was fun. So, he told them he would go. We fast forward to the day of the attack, which took place in the middle of the night, as to catch them off guard. and they sure did. memories of the palace hit him like a tsunami, and he directed them to where they wanted to go. it was all going well, the rebels getting what they wanted. Vince had a guard to make sure he wasn't killed, as then who knows where'd they be. it was nearing the end of the infiltration, people leaving when Vince heard his name from down the hall. "Vince!" it was a whisper, and a yell, all at once. and it was Athena. she was smiling wide as she jogged in his direction. and he smiled too, and maybe he would have whisper yelled her name, had she not been shot. a guard, who had seemed to be dead on the floor, fired and arrow. first of all, how? and then why? but, those questions were not answered. Athena froze in mid-air of the jog, looking down at the arrow that had pierced her body before she fell to her knees. Vince ran over to her and reached for the arrow when she stopped him. he was going to ask why, but she shook her head, and that's when they both knew. Athena was thin, and the arrow didn't have trouble sliding right through her and poking through her back. Vince just sat there on the ground, holding Athena. he wanted to say something, and she probably did too, but neither of them did. his eyes were welling up with tears, and hers just brightly stared up at his. people often said they had the same eyes, a light blue with the same spark. the thing is, while only one twin died that day, two sparks went out that day as well. Vince closed her eyes once he couldn't feel her heartbeat, and then he exploded. he took the gun from his sister before walking over to the guard who had shot her. yeah, he was known dead because his guard had shot him, but that didn't matter. he had killed his sister, for no reason. and Vince let loose, shooting all the dead bodies, the wall, anything. it took a bit of work, but they eventually got him to stop. and so they went home. Vince had demanded they take Athena's body, and they did. once home, he and his family gave her a proper burial, and life went on. Vince was never the same after his sister's death. much quieter, reserved to himself. he's gotten better over the years, but he'll never forget. his sister was killed by Illea, and his name was her last word.
ᴀɴᴅ ɪ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs sᴏ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ
█║▷ S K I L L S
↳ Vince is skilled in a few things, such as navigation and blending in. he has the average skillset of someone with his job, plus a few soldier like abilites.▹ navigation
▹ lying
▹ hide and go seek
↳ though Vince was never into fighting, he looked into it after his sister died, finding he was actually a lot more handy with a sword than he had ever thought. He guesses it had been his small size, bringing him down.▹ a sword
▹ his hands
▹ bow and arrow (view spoiler)
ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ɪs ᴀ ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ
ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ɪs ᴛᴏᴏ ϙᴜɪᴇᴛ
» parents ;
‣ ʀᴏʙᴇʀᴛ × ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ┊ᴛʜᴇʏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ʜɪs ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴜsʜᴇs ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ
‣ ᴡᴇɴᴅʏ × ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ┊ʜᴇs ᴄʟᴏsᴇsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇs ʜɪᴍ
» siblings ;
‣ ᴏsᴄᴀʀ × ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ┊ᴛʜᴇʏᴅ ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴀᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
‣ ᴀᴛʜᴇɴᴀ × sɪsᴛᴇʀ┊ʜɪs ᴛᴡɪɴ sɪsᴛᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
‣ ᴍɪʟᴏ × ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ┊ʜɪs ᴄᴏᴜsɪɴ ɪs ᴏɴʟʏ ғɪᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ʜᴇs ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ
» allies ;
‣ sᴏᴜᴛʜᴇʀɴ ʀᴇʙᴇʟs × ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs┊ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ
‣ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ / ʀᴘ'ᴇᴅ
» enemies ;
‣ ɪʟʟᴇᴀ × ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ┊ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ ʜɪs sɪsᴛᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ʜɪs ᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ
‣ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ / ʀᴘ'ᴇᴅ
» affairs ;
‣ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴅᴅᴇᴅ / ʀᴘ'ᴇᴅ
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ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅰ
“I ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ﹣ ʙᴜᴛ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍᴇʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʟɪᴄɪᴏᴜs ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ɢʀᴀss ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡs ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴏʟᴅ ᴡᴀʟʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪғᴜʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʟᴇᴇᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ɪs ᴀ ᴍᴏssʏ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴄᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ ᴊᴜsᴛ ғɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘʀᴇssɪᴏɴ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}
∘ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ∘ Kiera Walker
∘ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ∘ In Irish the meaning of the name Kiera is: Feminine of the Irish Gaelic Kieran. Dusky; dark-haired.
∘ ɴɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚ ∘ None
“A ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ sᴏᴄɪᴀʟ sᴜᴄᴄᴇss ɪs ᴀ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏs ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ᴀs ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟʟʏ ᴀs ɪғ sʜᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀɪɴ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}
∘ ғᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ∘ India Eisley
(view spoiler)
Kiera is on the shorter side, not that she minds at all. Her skin is a creamy white, with small shoulders and a lean frame.
Kiera's eyes are a bright and stunning blue, the kind that can only be described in works of fiction. Her irises contain shoots of paler shades and bright whites.
Kiera's hair is a dark brown that borders on the edge of black. It's naturally wavy, and she keeps it up often, since she works with a fair amount of blood.
∘ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 5'4
∘ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ∘ 110 lbs
∘ sᴛʏʟᴇ ∘ Being a rebel, Kiera doesn't have access to beautful dress shops and things. She wears mostly old dresses with flower patterns and soft colors, but she sown times wears tight pants and as comfortable shirt, depending on how she's feeling that day.
“Aʟʟ I ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪs ᴠᴇʀʏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪʀʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ɪs ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ﹣ᴛᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴍʏsᴇʟғ” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}
∘ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ∘ Female
∘ ᴀɢᴇ ∘ 20
∘ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ∘ Heterosexual
∘ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ July 15th
∘ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ 3:22 AM
∘ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ʙɪʀᴛʜ ∘ Northern Rebel Ship
“I ғᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ﹐ ʜᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇʀɪᴛʏ﹐ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ғʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇʟғ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. Aɴᴅ ɪᴛ·s ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢs I·ᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪɴᴅᴜʟɢᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡɪʟᴅ sᴜsᴘɪᴄɪᴏɴs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ·ᴛ ᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ. I ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}
»ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴀᴛs«
⑅ Stubborn
⑅ Introverted
⑅ Gentle
⑅ Caring
⑅ Head strong
Kier isn't the type of woman to back down. She's faced countless challenges in her lifetime, and has fought her way to being who she wants to be. She isn't ashamed of being more of a quite person, she quite likes how she is. But when she does open up to someone, it's with all of her heart and she doesn't let them go. She doesn't have many constant people in her life, but those that she does have are very good people with very good hearts. Being a healer, she has very strong sense of empathy and sympathy, and as a result can be a tiny bit too sensitive. But she'll never show it. Kiera is very good at burying her feelings far down in her soul, and keeping up shields that will make sure people can't hurt her. As much as she may seem gruff, she does care about people, or she wouldn't be in the line of work that she so much loves. She has an admiration for human life and the wonders of the human body, and appreciates the fact that she's been given the gift of medicine in her life. Kiera had lost a lot, but she has managed to stay strong through it all, even if she's felt broken, she always gets back up again, whether she has help to not.
»ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Healing
⑅ Books
⑅ Solitude
⑅ The woods
⑅ Kind people
⑅ Plants
»ᴀᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴs«
⑅ Illean guards
⑅ The Royals
⑅ Southern Rebels
⑅ Ignorance
⑅ Violence
»ᴀᴘᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ«
⑅ Healing
»ᴅᴇғɪᴄɪᴇɴᴄɪᴇs«
⑅ Violence
»ᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀs ﹠ ғᴇᴀʀs«
⑅ Fear of death
⑅ Fear of losing people
“Nᴏ ᴀᴍᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴏғ ғɪʀᴇ, ᴏʀ ғʀᴇsʜɴᴇss, ᴄᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡɪʟʟ sᴛᴏʀᴇ ᴜᴘ ɪɴ ʜɪs ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}
Mod
ᴘᴀʀᴛ Ⅱ
“Wʜᴇɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴄʀɪᴛɪᴄɪᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏ ᴏɴᴇ...ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇɴ·ᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ·ᴠᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}
ʜɪsᴛᴏʀʏ
Not all children are born into the same situation. Many are; the gushing mother, proud father, smiling nurses. Some may even have a home waiting for them, with a crib and some toys to spend their days playing with and running about. But for some children it's different. For some the mother is sobbing, the father frustrated and pacing just beyond the door, the "nurse" looking worried and antsy as she tried to read the mothers reaction. For some like Kiera Walker, it was not a home but a tent or a cabin waiting for her, a spot on the bed between her parents, so she wouldn't fall off, and nothing but the sway of the sea to keep her company. There were other children of course, and her old Aunt Marjorie, but life was fairly lonely for young Kiera. Her parents hadn't had an easy time having a child. Her mother, Natalie, had a terribly hard time getting pregnant and her husband, Eli, was only frustrated by that fact. And when she finally did become pregnant, it was a celebration, until, that is, Kiera was born, and they realized that she wasn't the little boy they'd wished for, but a girl instead. Natalie and Eli were rebels, born into the profession, that allied themselves with the northern encampment. They were sometimes on the move, packing up their things into their large ship and setting sail to another place along the great bodies of water that they traveled on. But in between sailing, the northern rebels would settle their ship and drop anchor, and ever man, woman and child would stay on a secluded part of the shore. They would hide there from the general population of Illea, something that Kiera learned to do at a very young age, and gather their supplies; things like herbs and meat and things, until they were ready to set shore again. It wasn't just a nomadic life though, it was a life with a purpose. Kiera was told the stories very young, of how Gregory Illea took the nation of the United States and turned it into something much less United, something much less free. She was told about the caste system that some people lived in, where their family decided their job, their pay, and their whole future. They told her about people starving under the eyes of the King and Queen, and how ignorant the royals were. They just needed someone to change their mind, that was all. Just someone to show them how badly their citizens had it. That's what her parents told her.
But they still needed soldiers, and as Kiera grew, it became quite obvious that she wasn't one. She was a rather quiet child, that only caused a ruckus when she absolutely needed something. She liked to read small children's books or play with the previous teddy bear her Aunt Marjorie had given her when she was just two years old. Kiera would toddle around and pick flowers to bring to her mother and father, who were skilled soldiers that wanted nothing more than for their daughter to flourish in their society. But every time she brought them a flower, that hope dissolved just a little bit more. They didn't understand their child, only her Aunt Marjorie did. She was an older woman, with mousy brown hair but a bright smile that could calm Kiera down at any time. Marjorie was the medicine woman of the camp, just a glorified doctor or nurse, and she understood that Kiera wasn't a warrior. She was something else, or she was nothing at all. But her parents didn't see that, and forced her to go with the other little children to one of the training sessions that a solider ran. It wasn't a huge deal, just some wooden swords and a short introduction on how to use them. Kiera listened to the instructions and watched the men duel; they did that all the time, and she didn't like watching, but her mother was behind her, holding onto her shoulders so she couldn't leave. The trouble came when they paired her up with a partner. Another young girl her age with blonde hair and brown eyes. Kiera's opponent seemed ready to fight and in her stance, eyeing Kiera with a childish smile. Kiera's mother tugged away her stuffed bear and gave her a sword instead, but the object felt foreign in Kiera's hand, and when she looked around with her blue doe eyes, she was shocked at what the other children were doing with them. They were bonking each other on the head and poking each other's sides; hurting each other with the dumb things. Kiera looked back at her opponent with her silly grin and realized that she didn't want to hurt her, and she started to cry. All of the other kids looked at her strangely, why did one of their playmates not want to play? It was just a game, but Kiera couldn't stomach the fact that they were hurting each other, and she dropped her sword, took her teddy bear back, and ran to her Aunties tent to see her. Marjorie was busy at the time with some wounded men, and so she couldn't let Kiera sit on her lap and calm her like she usually did, but she said that Kiera could follow her and watch what she was up to, and so Kiera did. She followed her aunt to the medicine tent, and let out a tiny gasp at the sight of the man her aunt was treating. He had been walking in the woods, apparently, and had come into contact with a southern rebel who'd shot him in the chest. The blood scared Kiera some, but her aunt quickly explained that blood wasn't bad, that it was life; life that had just leaked from a person. So Kiera's first thought was to push it back in and call it a day. Her aunt said it wasn't so simple, though, and she let Kiera watch as she took the bullet from the mans chest and stitched his wound, while Kiera held his hand. She told that man that it was okay and he could cry if he needed to, and squeezed his hand as tight as she could when it looked like he was in pain. She was fascinated by the mechanics of it. The life, well, the blood, could be stopped from escaping my placing real stitches on the skin, and the soldier said the stitches barely hurt. And she used so many herbs and things on the cut, even whiskey. Marjorie thought she might be afraid, but Kiera only had one question Can I see more?.
From that day on, Kiera's life became simpler in many ways. Her mother and father stopped trying to forget her into being a soldier, since Marjorie had talked to them, and said that little Kiera had a great spark in her for healing, and that it was a valuable skill, but the couple barely cared. They were already trying for another baby, since Kiera seemed to be such a terrible disappointment. They left her alone for the most part, and really, too much. Kiera put herself to bed at a reasonable hour and woke up with the sun every morning. She dressed herself and learned how to make her own breakfast, it was easy enough, after watching Eli do it for years. She was self-sufficient, which wasn't normal for her age, but she didn't care, she liked who she was. After breakfast she would walk her way over to Marjorie's tent. But almost everyday, like clockwork, the other children at the camp would follow after her, calling her names like crybaby and freak, just to make her feel bad. One time, a little brat even pushed Kiera over, and her knee scraped against a rock. The scrape was nothing, really, but it stung her skin and she felt like letting the hot tears escape her eyes until a boy came over to help her up. His name was Gabriel, and he was just her age, and training to be one of the soldiers. He called the other kids jerks and helped Kiera over to the healers tent, and made sure she got inside safely, before disappearing without a goodbye. Tiny Kiera thought he was strange, but she quite liked strange, and instead concentrated on watching her aunt heal, and helping to fetch the things that she needed whenever the time came. Many of the things the two ladies dealt with over their time together were minor; like bruises and beaches, or cuts, small gashes to the head or chest. They were easily healed, as Kiera soon learned, using the herbs that her aunt had on stock in the tent. Things like a few stitches, whiskey, salts or even herbs and flowers would heal their patients in no time, and there was a lot of down time when work was slow, so Kiera read. Her aunt had books that were written just for people like them, and Kiera would sit up on one of the cots in their tent and crack their spines to spend mostly the whole day reading about different cures and diseases, each more interesting than the next. She learned about the anatomy of the body, how the brain worked, and even why people didn't like the taste of bitter things as much as they liked sweet things; it was all just fantastic. She would even bring the books home with her at night, and sit up in the tent with a flashlight or a candle by her, just reading the words that someone had written just for her. But there were horrible days too, and as Kiera grew older, she saw more and more of them. Some of their soldiers were attacked by the southern rebels, which Kiera knew to be a bloodthirsty group, but others were killed or harmed during raids. Those confused her the most. Yes, her people broke into and entered the palace without permission, and the meant to steal, but they didn't harm anyone. They disarmed guards and left them tied on the floor, they never killed or really even injured the Illean guards. But if those guards had a chance, they would shoot or slash at her people in the blink of any eye, and it sickened Kiera to see what happened to the poor men. But she only saw the ones that were well enough to leave the castle, many of her men died in that building, for nothing more than goddamned books. Kiera tended to the ones with bullet wounds, those were fairly simple and quick to heal. Or she took the ones that were slashed at by swords, and she became covered in blood as she struggled to find the sources of bleeding, just so she could stitch the poor men in five places before giving them a drink that would allow them to sleep without pain for the night. By the end of a raid night, sweet little Kiera would be covered in blood, and she would go out to the river to wash before just falling asleep on a tarp in the medics tent, just in case one of the men needed something for the pain during the night. Marjorie admired her spirit, and knew that she'd raised a fine apprentice, who easily had skills that matched her own.
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ᴘᴀʀᴛ ⅡI
Kiera was a strong young woman by that point, yet she still barely socialized with others her age. Being a teenager, she didn't know how to rightly break into their groups, since she was nothing like them. But there was always Gabriel, and he was always kind to her. He said good morning and asked her how she was doing every time she passed, and even made up silly reasons to come to the medics tent to see her. My heart was hurting without you Kiera, Do you have a bandage? 'Cause I just scraped my knee falling for you, Kiera, I think you're suffering from a lack of vitamin ME. The pick up lines, awful as they were, always made Kiera laugh, and brought a smile to both of their faces. And she would simply shoo him along, or make him fetch her something, or tell him that she had to take time for her real patients, but it was obvious that she wasn't actually bothered by Gabriel. He had been sweet to her since she was just a kid, he had a terribly nerdy sense of humor, just like her, and even had looks to die for, with his tan skin and dark eyes. And every time she shooed him away, there was a look in her eyes that told him to come back later and say hello again. Gabriel often brought her lunch when he noticed that she rarely ate otherwise, and would stand in front of her herb rack, making sure she couldn't get anything done until she agreed to eat it. He was trying to look out for her, to make sure she was being taken care of, and Kiera accepted with a grumpy expression, sitting down and gobbling whatever food he had brought for her so she could go back to her work faster. And as the days progressed, Kiera grew used to his presence, and didn't even mind if he sat in the tent during her downtime and chatted with her. They would sit in chairs and Kiera would lay her legs across his lap as she read from one of the large books, and he would talk to her about his day, things that he needed to do, whatever he wanted. Kiera would just listen, and give her opinion on everything, since she considered him her best friend. Sure he used crappy pink up lines, but those were just jokes, she was sure he didn't really mean those things. Usually every other day, Kiera went into the woods to looks for the herbs and flowers she and Marjorie used on the patients. All she took with her was a small satchel with labeled vials inside of it, so she could gather the things she needed...and Gabriel. He insisted on coming with her, to make sure that no harm came to her when she was in the woods. He said there were bears and fisher cats, and southern rebels that could sneak up on her and attack, and since Kiera didn't know how to use a gun, she couldn't very well argue with him. She didn't think she needed to know such things; she was just a healer and she would stay that way until the day she died. While Gabriel could respect that, he wouldn't let her out of his sight on those days when they ventured into woods and through meadows together. As they went, she would teach him what each thing that she gathered was for. Calendula was to be made in to an oil, for burns and injured skin, nasturtium was an antibiotic, Angelica for colds, and Blood Root for lowering fevers. Her list went on, so Kiera and Gabriel spent many days wandering through the woods together.
There came a day, though, when the leader of the soldiers had an idea. If they brought a healer with them on their raids, to heal during the battle instead of after the fact, they may have less deaths. Kiera's aunt Marjorie was getting to be too old by that point, though, and Kiera was easily the most skilled healer of the younger group, so she volunteered to be the one to go. It would be a little more scary than working out of her tent, and she knew that. But if she was able to be in the thick of it all with the men, she could save more of them, and help the ones that she couldn't save. Kiera had always wondered what it was like for those men, to die somewhere that you didn't recognize, to die alone while your fellow soldiers tried to complete their mission. But it didn't have to be that way, she knew she could change lives for the better if she went. Her aunt said no, that it was too dangerous, and that she would get hurt. Gabriel agreed, and tried to convince Kiera to let one of the other healers go, but Kiera wasn't one to be convinced of anything. She had her mind set on doing more, so she was going to, with or without their support. Kiera never understood Gabriel's reasoning; he was a soldier, and went on every raid with the others, but she was never allowed to complain, only to worry, so why was her mission any different? And as the walked through the trees on the day of Kiera's first raid, Gabriel walked right beside her I'm not leaving your side, you understand? You can't leave my sight in there, the Illean guards are as bloodthirsty as southerners he had said, his hand on her back as she walked behind the rest of the group. Kiera only grew more frustrated at being treated like a child, and just about blew her top at Gabriel, swearing that she was a grown woman and could do as she pleased. But then he was stopping in the middle of the trail and cradling her head, he was kissing her, for the first time, and as confused as Kiera was, she welcomed it, and kissed him back. But it was a short kiss, and he only pulled away to tell her that when you love a girl, you can't let her go into danger without you. Needless to say, Kiera was speechless the rest of the walk to the palace, letting her mind mull over what was happening, and what she was prepared for; both with Gabriel and the raid. At that moment, she was more focused on the raid, much to Gabriel's dismay. Once they crossed into the walls of the castle, it was complete chaos. Screams filled the air from ridiculous maids and women trying to run to their safe rooms, but Kiera didn't quite understand that; did these people not understand that they only wanted peace, they were Northerners, not the Southerners that wanted to slaughter people. But bullets were already whizzing through the air, and her men were already wounded. Gabriel stayed close to her side, his fingers brushing against hers softly. Kiera went to all the men that she could, removing bullets and adding stitches and antibiotic. It was fast work for her, but she couldn't do anything for their pain without also putting them to sleep, so she had to leave many men alive, but still screaming in pain, on the floor as she moved on to the next one. Some of them she couldn't heal, though, and those were always hard. Some had too many bullet holes, or had already lost too much blood. And Kiera knew how to deal with them, too. She knew that the only thing they she could do to help them was talk; so that's what she did. She would ask them about where they grew up, or their families, and the men would tell her. They would talk for just a couple of minutes, however long it took, and then they were gone, the life out of their eyes, their blood on the floor. And as much as it hurt her to, Kiera had to move on. Because there were other lives to save, other lives to help pass on.
After her very first raid, Kiera was exhausted. She went back home and rested on her cot in the medics tent; which was her home by then, and Gabriel laid on the cot beside her. She asked him questions, about how he felt about her, and why he hadn't mentioned any of it until just then. And he answered, asking her questions in return. Did she love him back? Did she think of him as more than a friend? And as Kiera looked across the way at Gabriel, she realized that she did. He had always been there for her, always helping and Keeping her safe and happy, how could she ever love anyone else? And from that point On, they were even more inseparable than normal. They held hands and walked together through the camp, went on longer adventures into the woods; giving them time to kiss and be silly without the watch of the other rebels. A few nights they even laid on the deck of the ship and stared up at he stars, just taking comfort in the sound of one another's voice as they talked about everything; everything and nothing at all. The only time they were ever apart was when Gabriel had to go to train with the other men, since he still was a soldier, and when he was gone, Kiera found herself missing him. She would talk to herself as if he were there, and even fumble over her words and ask absolutely no one to grab her a certain flower or concoction; forgetting again that Gabriel did have a life of his own. It was all terribly silly to her, how attached shed become to him. Without the touch of his hand on her cheek every day she felt like there was a hole in her, and if she didn't hear his voice before the sun came up the day just didn't feel real. It was a lot for Kiera to handle, especially with how little shed depended on people her whole life. But she came to the conclusion that everyone needed someone, and she needed Gabriel. And if he was the only person she ever had by her side, then she would be okay. Because he was perfect, and he was enough. When they went on raids together, they both became more and more efficient at their work. Kiera even taught Gabriel how to comfort the men that couldn't be helped, she told him how to hold their hand and make them concentrate on something besides the pain, and Gabriel didn't argue; because if he was helping the practically dead, Kiera could be healing more; pulling things from her satchel and patching up soldiers the best that she could. There were times when the death was too much for her. There were so many that she couldn't save, and it was a hard burden to carry. Often Kiera would replay the raids in her mind, wondering what she might've done to save just one more life, to heal just one more man. But Gabriel insisted that she'd already done enough, and he would hold her when she needed to cry. As much as she tried not to, seeing that much death in a day made Kiera feel awfully blubbery, and she would unload buckets of tears on Gabriel's shoulder, his arms wrapped around her and his voice whispering sweet nothings into her ear. After just months, her aunt Marjorie had accepted Gabriel as family, and everyone in the camp knew it was just a matter of time before the two made it official; they were happy together, and cared so much for each other, how could they ever end up with anyone else? Then came a night when they were laying under the stars, just the two of them. Kiera was muttering on about the country, and how they needed to make progress, needed to do something more to get the crown to listen. But Gabriel laid a kiss on her lips to shut her up, before pulling something small out of his pocket. It was a ring, skinny and forged from gold, with delicate, tiny pearls embedded around the whole band. It was simple and beautiful, but Kiera just assumed it was a present, and she admired it, told him how much she loved it. Oh don't be so thick, love, I want you to marry me... was all that Gabriel had to say, and Kiera sat in shocked silence for a moment, but promptly burst into tears, nodding to him and letting him slip the ring onto her pale finger. That's it, shed muttered to him under the light of the moon I'm the luckiest girl in this whole damn universe.
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ᴘᴀʀᴛ IV
Being engaged was strange for Kiera, since it was one of the first normal things shed done in her life. The young women around her started to approach her more, seeing that she wasn't all crazy; if she was marrying a kind man like Gabriel. She even made a friend or two as they tried to help her prepare for a wedding ceremony. Kiera didn't want anything big, though. She just wanted to be married in the forest, with her aunt and maybe a few other present, but the other girls just wouldn't let that be. They were talking about gowns she could borrow from the other rebels, how she would do her hair and her makeup, and what she wanted to say in her vows. But Kiera had no clue, she just wanted to marry the love of her life, she didn't care for all the frilly things the girls were discussing. But Gabriel seemed to find it amusing when she was forced into different hairstyles by the other girls, and liked to see her pink cheeks when she got frustrated over being treated like a doll. And so for him, she bared the torture, and let the girls plan basically everything. She focused on work instead, improving the ways she treated the wounded. She became faster, created more useful concoctions, and worked harder than ever. She was inspired by her work during the raids. saving as many lives as possible was the goal, and she wouldn't stop working until their body count was zero. Gabriel tried to get her to stop with all the working, but even he knew it wasn't any use. His finace was determined, and so nothing could stop her. There was only one more raid before their wedding day, and Kiera was increasingly nervous. It was the whole marriage thing. She knew she didn't want to turn out like her parents, but she also knew that Gabriel was her one and only. She wasn't shy with her fears, and voiced them easily to Gabriel. He just laughed them off and have her a hug, though, telling her that they would just be doing the same as always, but with a tent to themselves. He would wiggle his eyebrows and Kiera would shove him off with a giggle, and that was that. He could calm her nerves in just moments, and during the raid, everything seemed to be going as usual. Kiera rushed from fallen to fallen, doing her best to save them all, and Gabriel consulted with the men she couldn't save, showing them kindness in their final moments. They were in a clear part of the castle, the Illean guards had followed their soldiers up to the next level, and Kiera nor Gabriel had no idea that one still remained. She was placing stitches into a mans arm, making sure he wouldn't bleed to death, when she heard metal slicing flesh, and a hard thing drop to the floor. Fear rose in her chest and Kiera turned, only to see a guard running towards the stairs, and Gabriel on the ground, bleeding from his chest. The noise Kiera made was inhuman, and she rushed to him immediately, trying to stitch him quickly, but she couldn't go fast enough. The blood was gushing from his wound, and in just seconds, Kiera's hands were covered in a combination of blood and tears. She was crying as she went, telling Gabriel that he couldn't leave her, not then, and moving as fast as she could to save him. If it had been any other man, Kiera would've accepted it; the gash was too deep, there was nothing she could do. But it was Gabriel, and she couldn't leave him, she couldn't give up. Blood was looking around her knees as she knelt beside him when he grabbed onto her hands, holding them tightly and looking up into her eyes, the light slowly fading from his own. I have a family, you know, he started to tell her, using the last bits of his strength to stop her from trying to stitch him up; instead, he was consoling her, as they did to the young men that were too far gone. She has black hair and eyes that are such a bright blue, christ, I don't even know how it's possible to be that beautiful. She's so smart, and kind, and every time I close my eyes, I see her, looking up at me like I'm the special one. She's amazing, and guess what? Kiera had only shaken her head, tears streaming from her eyes as she tried to stop him, it wasn't fair, he didn't deserve to leave so soon. I'm gonna marry her, and we're going to have dozens of kids. And I'll, I'll let her name them after..flowers, or plants or whatever she wants. Kiera tugged her hands out of his grip, and pulled his head into her lap. She let her fingers run through his curly hair, her tears falling silently onto his cheeks. I'lol love her till the day I die... He muttered, keeping his eyes locked with hers. His hand had reached up to stroke her cheek; but it slowly fell down to her lap, and his breathing started to become more and more shallow. The worst part was his eyes. They lost their light, their fire. They turned glassy and lifeless. Kiera can't remember the rest of that raid. She can't remember the soldiers finding her there still, cradling Gabriel's head in her lap and sobbing over his body. She doesn't remember how they had to drag her away from him, or how the blood dropped from her skirts by the time she finally convinced them to bring his body with them; she had refused to leave without it. She doesn't remember collapsing in his tent, against his sheets and his pillows, breathing in his scent like he was still there beside her.
But Gabriel's scent faded soon, and Kiera mourned in her own way. She didn't talk to the others around her for a long time; all she did was work. She didn't even talk to her patients. She was a ghost of the girl she used to be; slowly crawling through the motions of her life like it didn't matter anymore. He was all shed ever needed, and he was gone, taken from her because some guard of Illea decided that he was as threat, when he was nothing but a kind man. Kiera felt robbed and broken, and spent much of her time running her fingers along the ring that he'd given her, which shed fasten onto a gold chain, and kept around her neck day and night. The other girls tried to speak with her, but they didn't get very far. It wasn't any use, Kiera didn't want to talk. All she wanted was to get Gabriel back. The worst of it was the soldiers. They acted as if he was just another casualty, like he hadn't mattered at all. He was just a number to them, but he had been her whole world. They gave their sympathies for all of two minutes, before asking her to select a new soldier to guard her during the raids. Kiera never picked one, so they assigned her a random boy with pale skin and blue eyes; the exact opposite of her Gabriel. Working with him was strange, and he had no idea how to help Kiera in the field, but she barely cared enough to learn his name, so it didn't bother her. Kiera stopped helping along the men who were going to die. She tried to, on the first raid after his death, but all she could think of was his words, his last words that were always whispering like ghosts in the back of her mind. She focused on those who could be saved, and the rest died in pain, with no one to help them but themselves. Kiera didn't want her guard to accompany her to the woods; she wanted to be alone sometimes, in a place where she and Gabriel had once treasured. But Marjorie wouldn't let her go without a weapon, so Kiera made room for a revolver in her satchel. She's never used it, but having it on her person is enough to calm her aunt. A year has passed since Gabriel's death, and Kiera still has a tear in her heart that will never mend, but she has slowly become more or herself again. She reads her books and cared for her patients, but there's something missing that's obvious when she speaks, something that she needs to feel whole again. She sees him in her dreams sometimes, and he whispered to her like he did on that day when his blood had spilled across the palace carpets. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became at the Illean guards, and the more she wanted to hurt them back. She's been tempted to pull her revolver on them during the raids she's taken part in since, but she hasn't had the courage; the instinct to kill isn't one that Kiera has, and even thinking of putting a bullet in a mans chest is enough to make her skin crawl. She just wishes that she could have the courage to get her revenge, but alas she's too weak, and heals instead of harms; that's what Gabriel would've wanted, anyway.
“Aɴᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟɪɴɢs...ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴀʏs ᴛʜᴇʏ·ʀᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ﹐ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ʟᴏsᴇ.” {Zᴇʟᴅᴀ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}
ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴛɪᴇs
≄ Aunt Marjorie
ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏsᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs
≄ Honestly? None.
ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs
≄ Gabriel Tate, Deceased
ᴍᴜsɪᴄᴀʟ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ
All The Little Lights
Come Home
Counting Stars
Dreaming
Just Keep Breathing
“Sᴏ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴏɴ﹐ ʙᴏᴀᴛs ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ﹐ ʙᴏʀɴᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴇᴀsᴇʟᴇssʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ.” {F. Sᴄᴏᴛᴛ Fɪᴛᴢɢᴇʀᴀʟᴅ}
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meh so cute :'( do you want me to post the last post of yours or do you have it?
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Same they're one of my favs <3 I'll go fetch the post and respond !!!!
ᵉˡˡᵃ ❀ wrote: "Walking through the woods with Vince, Kiera was shrouded within a comfortable silence. Neither of them felt pressured to start a conversation, and that was a nice notion--being allowed silence around someone you enjoyed the company of. And, as much as she knew she really shouldn't, Kiera did enjoy Vince's company, maybe even a little too much. Everything around the two of them was green; green plants, green grass (some pieces even still had a bit of dew on them), and green leaves on the trees. Kiera didn't have to worry as they roamed, but Vince did have to duck a few times in order to avoid dangling tree limbs. The only thing that Kiera could really focus on was the warm hand that was wrapped around hers. Their fingers were intwined together, like a real couples would be, and that made Kiera worried and excited at the same time. She glanced over at him, his sweet eyes and smooth features making her feel even more unnerved. "You've never done this before, right?" She blurted out, only then realizing that it might be better for her to explain the question. "I mean, met a girl in the woods and started to like her a bit. Like that sort of thing. Because I, well, I dunno." Kiera fumbled, looking more at the path than at him "I like you a bit, or, maybe more than a bit, I don't...I don't really know." She said softly, as if someone was crouching in the underbrush, trying to eavesdrop. "
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Vince was used to long walks in the woods. He's been going on walks in the woods for as long as he could remember. His feet were used to uneven ground, dirt and mud, his eyes were used to the abundance of green. He was brought solace by the visions upon visions of trees and shrubs, strands of grass everywhere and the occasional flower bud. But, there was one thing that was different; Vince wasn't alone. Usually he was all alone, the only person around with nothing but his thoughts to keep him company. But now there was actual company. An actual living, breathing person. And as a plus, she was beautiful. They were even holding hands. Sure they weren't talking, but the silence was comfortable. And then she spoke, with her sweet little voice. Vince fracked a smile at what she said, shaking his head. "No, I don't usually meet pretty girls in the forest and end up walking them home and holding their hand..." He found himself smiling when she mentioned how she felt, unable to put words together. "It's alright... but for the record... I like you a little more than a bit." He whispered, glancing over at her small figure.
((yeah sorry I ended up at McDonald's stuffing my face with pancakes XD ))
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Vince noticed that she was fumbling around, but it didn't bother him. Honestly, he found her adorable. Which was a first. Yeah, Vince had been attracted to people before, and he's liked them and everything, but he just really liked Kiera. She was different, fresh and new. She reminded him of flowers and pretty smelling roses. Something like that. She tugged on his hand, making him stop in his tracks. She was so tiny, which only added to her adorable-ness. Just made her better, you know? Sadly their journey had come to an end. Or, almost the end. Vince had one question before they parted ways. "Oh, alright..." He mumbled, pausing for a moment before he continued. "Do you... Do you think we'll be able to see each other again? Soon?" He sounded like a puppy, or at least he felt like he did. Honestly, he needed to see her again. Things like this just don't happen so often.
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