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middaeg2019-08-09 05:24 pm
ishisstrength) wrote in middaeg2019-08-09 05:24 pm
004 💗 One Day at a Time [Open]
Who: Justine ishisstrength & YOU!
Where: Coven, Cottage & City.
When: August Catch All
What: General Prompts, Death & Aftermath.
Warnings: See headers.
<i. Sunbathing (NSFW)
[Justine finally feels as if she can relax now that summer has returned to its proper state of warmth.
She resumes her swimming lessons and, between work and other miscellaneous tasks, she decides to soak up as much of the heat as possible, not wanting to risk the chance of another wayward snow storm. Justine can be found either outside of her cottage or at the beach just beyond where the docs are visible, sprawled in a baby blue bathing suit that she'd made out of the lightest fabric she'd been able to find.
The blanket beneath her is soft and dry, allowing her to lay either on her back or on her stomach. More often than not, Justine removes her bathing suit to bask in the direct heat of the sun. She always has a book balanced in her palms with dark, focused, eyes follow the lines of text. Her skin is akin to porcelain and unblemished by sun or scars. Her legs stretch out on her blanket, lean and lovely and made for things that have nothing to do with locomotion. Raven hair curls over her shoulders though Justine can be found fussing with it as she pushes the silky strands out of her face or off of the back of her neck where beads of sweat begin to gather.
Justine has no sense of shame but if anyone looks uncomfortable she will put her top back on and when the heat of the sun feels too warm, she'll wave over a passerby and ask for assistance.]
Could you rub sunscreen on my back?
<ii. Lùnasa - Catwalk
[Justine exhales a soft sigh as she's disrobed and then dressed in the clothing intended for the fashion show. She doesn't mind. In fact, she loves fashion and clothes but this hadn't been her intention when she had come into the city proper. She'd been planning to pick a few things for her roommate and she feared delay, while simultaneously relishing in the soft fabric as it comes in contact with her skin.
She smiles in spite of herself, deciding that a short delay would be alright. It doesn't matter how ridiculous the clothing might be, Justine's styles are suspect, as is her history with costumes and she finds that even the most outlandish pieces of attire have their own charms.
Once fully dressed and her long hair styled to match the dress she'd been put in, Justine waits for her to walk down the catwalk. There is a buzz of excitement in the air though not all of those dressed and waiting appear to be interested in the fashion show. Some look like they wish they were anywhere else in the world but haven't been able to master the skill of teleportation.
She turns to the person nearest her and offers a warm smile.] Are you alright?
<iii. Accidents Happen (Near New Moon – Closed to SQUID)
[Feelings can be dangerous. They're confusing and if left unchecked, are filled with strife and uncertainty. It gets in the way and it is now stopping her from being happy. And she deserves to be happy. Doesn't she? This world is a second chance and she has recently realized that she wants a second chance.
Justine closes her eyes and places her palm over her chest. She listens for the beat of her heart, feeling its vibration against the palm of her hand. In a rare change, she's dressed in white with simple white lace accenting her breasts and hips. The Victorian dress is conservative and yet it manages to grab the eyes of those passing by her. Justine's midnight hair is tied back in a tight knot, displaying the lovely sweeping curves of her jaw and neck. She isn't wearing any adornments, nothing except her beauty to mark her as one of those who had so unfortunately entered this world through the mirrors.
She takes a round-about path before ending up at the doorstep of an acquaintance. Someone who can help her if she has something to offer in return. Justine isn't usually comfortable asking for these things but she doesn't know what else to do.
Her knuckles rap softly on the door and when the door opens, she speaks in a soft voice.] Thank you for meeting with me.
[She hasn't told him all of the details but Justine had contacted him before hand and has collected the items that she thinks she will need. She only hopes to whatever god rules this land that it'll work.]
<vi. To Life (Coven – Closed to Sansa)
Warnings: blood, death, sickness.
[The darkness recedes and Justine finds herself laying in a bed in the Coven's infirmary. There are runes softly glowing around her and her once white dress is stained with dark drops of maroon blood. Her hair is unbound, fanning around her slender pale shoulders in a halo of darkness. Her limbs feel weak and her head spins as the unpleasant sensation of nausea rises in her stomach.
Her hand raises to her lips as she turns to lean against the edge of the bed. Nothing happens but Justine can hear the soft scrapes of steps against the stone floor before a hand lightly pushes her back into bed.] Don't move. [The voice speaks softly as Justine is lifted by pillows and offered a thick rosemary smelling drink. She turns away but the harsh liquid is pressed against her lips until she drinks.
Her stomach settles and her eyes are finally able to focus on the area around her. Justine doesn't recognize any of the people around her except for the familiar red haired girl.] Sansa? What happened? How did I get here?
[She tries to rise again but is thwarted by another of the Coven's staff.]
I have to return home.
<v. In Sickness
[Being sick is awful.
Justine tries her best to stay in bed but she finds the activity boring without sex or something else to do. Eventually she takes to sitting by the large bay windows of her room, pointed out to face the Haven streets. Her head rests against the window frame while the soft summer breeze lazily drifts in from outside. She can taste the ocean on her tongue and wishes she had the strength to return to the beach.
It is finally summer again and she's missing it.
Sometimes she's reading but more often than not she just watches, waving at those walking by and beckoning anyone willing to keep her company while her slender broken frame regains its strength.
She has her reading and crocheting but after spending all last month focusing on those tasks, they don't hold her attention like they used too. Instead she can be seen drawing, always sitting at that same window, replicating anyone she sees passing by on the streets.]
ishisstrength & YOU!Where: Coven, Cottage & City.
When: August Catch All
What: General Prompts, Death & Aftermath.
Warnings: See headers.
<i. Sunbathing (NSFW)
She resumes her swimming lessons and, between work and other miscellaneous tasks, she decides to soak up as much of the heat as possible, not wanting to risk the chance of another wayward snow storm. Justine can be found either outside of her cottage or at the beach just beyond where the docs are visible, sprawled in a baby blue bathing suit that she'd made out of the lightest fabric she'd been able to find.
The blanket beneath her is soft and dry, allowing her to lay either on her back or on her stomach. More often than not, Justine removes her bathing suit to bask in the direct heat of the sun. She always has a book balanced in her palms with dark, focused, eyes follow the lines of text. Her skin is akin to porcelain and unblemished by sun or scars. Her legs stretch out on her blanket, lean and lovely and made for things that have nothing to do with locomotion. Raven hair curls over her shoulders though Justine can be found fussing with it as she pushes the silky strands out of her face or off of the back of her neck where beads of sweat begin to gather.
Justine has no sense of shame but if anyone looks uncomfortable she will put her top back on and when the heat of the sun feels too warm, she'll wave over a passerby and ask for assistance.]
Could you rub sunscreen on my back?
<ii. Lùnasa - Catwalk
She smiles in spite of herself, deciding that a short delay would be alright. It doesn't matter how ridiculous the clothing might be, Justine's styles are suspect, as is her history with costumes and she finds that even the most outlandish pieces of attire have their own charms.
Once fully dressed and her long hair styled to match the dress she'd been put in, Justine waits for her to walk down the catwalk. There is a buzz of excitement in the air though not all of those dressed and waiting appear to be interested in the fashion show. Some look like they wish they were anywhere else in the world but haven't been able to master the skill of teleportation.
She turns to the person nearest her and offers a warm smile.] Are you alright?
<iii. Accidents Happen (Near New Moon – Closed to SQUID)
Justine closes her eyes and places her palm over her chest. She listens for the beat of her heart, feeling its vibration against the palm of her hand. In a rare change, she's dressed in white with simple white lace accenting her breasts and hips. The Victorian dress is conservative and yet it manages to grab the eyes of those passing by her. Justine's midnight hair is tied back in a tight knot, displaying the lovely sweeping curves of her jaw and neck. She isn't wearing any adornments, nothing except her beauty to mark her as one of those who had so unfortunately entered this world through the mirrors.
She takes a round-about path before ending up at the doorstep of an acquaintance. Someone who can help her if she has something to offer in return. Justine isn't usually comfortable asking for these things but she doesn't know what else to do.
Her knuckles rap softly on the door and when the door opens, she speaks in a soft voice.] Thank you for meeting with me.
[She hasn't told him all of the details but Justine had contacted him before hand and has collected the items that she thinks she will need. She only hopes to whatever god rules this land that it'll work.]
<vi. To Life (Coven – Closed to Sansa)
Warnings: blood, death, sickness.
Her hand raises to her lips as she turns to lean against the edge of the bed. Nothing happens but Justine can hear the soft scrapes of steps against the stone floor before a hand lightly pushes her back into bed.] Don't move. [The voice speaks softly as Justine is lifted by pillows and offered a thick rosemary smelling drink. She turns away but the harsh liquid is pressed against her lips until she drinks.
Her stomach settles and her eyes are finally able to focus on the area around her. Justine doesn't recognize any of the people around her except for the familiar red haired girl.] Sansa? What happened? How did I get here?
[She tries to rise again but is thwarted by another of the Coven's staff.]
I have to return home.
<v. In Sickness
Justine tries her best to stay in bed but she finds the activity boring without sex or something else to do. Eventually she takes to sitting by the large bay windows of her room, pointed out to face the Haven streets. Her head rests against the window frame while the soft summer breeze lazily drifts in from outside. She can taste the ocean on her tongue and wishes she had the strength to return to the beach.
It is finally summer again and she's missing it.
Sometimes she's reading but more often than not she just watches, waving at those walking by and beckoning anyone willing to keep her company while her slender broken frame regains its strength.
She has her reading and crocheting but after spending all last month focusing on those tasks, they don't hold her attention like they used too. Instead she can be seen drawing, always sitting at that same window, replicating anyone she sees passing by on the streets.]
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Thank you Connor. [It nearly sounds like a compliment when he says it and not like the burden and tool that her beauty has been in the past. Bit by bit, Justine finds herself liking her own traits the more she sees them the way that he does.] I think you did a good job making it like mine.
I always draw your eyes first too and then your mouth.
[Which are both parts of him she enjoys.]
It makes sense. [She reaches for his hand and gently slides her fingers between his.] You want to do more than just replicate. I understand. I hope I can help you do more.
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I think if anyone can help me do more, it's you.
[She's already made him feel so much more than anyone else. He feels like he's capable of so much more when he's with her.]
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Then I will be your teacher.
[It feels nice to think that she's doing something to help him when she can barely walk the length of the house without getting tired.]