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genessia2019-11-15 10:40 am
phoenixstrut) wrote in genessia2019-11-15 10:40 am
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Death by a Thousand Cuts [OPEN TO ALL]
[Genessia City/Nova City - Coffee Shop]
A little frazzled, she had left the apartment to run a few errands and allow Lea to settle in without the stress of having her there, fretting over how she could help. She’d have to remember to grab dinner for them while she was out, as she had promised, but for now, she simply rested at a table outside her favorite cafe, ignoring the chill of the air and trying her best to enjoy the peppermint tea she had procured from the shop.
It had been weeks since she had ventured out for anything aside from training herself into exhaustion, jobs, or absolute necessity. The cooler weather and shorter days had only helped feed that dark anxious hole in her chest, and she had limited her contact with the outside world to sparse messages and rare calls, and even those had only been to let her remaining friends know she was ‘okay’.
…even if she hadn’t really been. But things were changing, just like the season itself. At least now there was a touch of hope on the horizon.
Maybe she’d bump into a familiar face now that she had found daylight once more.
[Fayren]
Some days were harder than others, and on those days, she somehow always found herself tearing through the forests of Fayren, using the branches as an obstacle course of sorts as she threw herself through the air in desperate hope of tiring herself out again. Training. That’s what she called it, even if her recklessness would have been immediately checked by her previous trainer. He wasn’t there to stop her, and her self-destructive behavior was carefully contained to herself, even if the fire at the tips of her wings looks rather terrifying for a setting with so many dry and crackling leaves.
Regardless, it worked more often than not, and she’d stop only when her wings were aching and sand squished under her boots in place of leaves. Always the beach. While she still hadn’t been able to bring herself to the inlet where she had once trained with Styxx… where she had last seen Namur… she always ended up on the damn beach, scowling at the way the sun cast its dying light across the surface of the ocean. It had once been beautiful, soothing even… now it just hurt.
Really, she’s not mad at you; it’s just the way her pretty face looks at the moment.
[Genessia City- Feather Light Studio]
On the days she found peace, she could be found in her dance studio, letting the music sweep her away entirely. From classical to R&B to rock, she moves as it commands, sometimes with her wings proud and present and others with them hidden away. Its the safest escape she has, and even when she’s at the front, checking her bookings and scheduled events and classes, she’s longing to be back on the floor, even if she has to share it with someone else.
Perhaps a partner might even help.
[Anywhere Else]
The cold seems to help clear her mind, and though the dark comes much faster in the day, Dove doesn't seem to mind it too much. It certainly hasn't stopped her late night wanderings, hands stuffed in her sweater pockets and Houndoom trailing beside her. Her mind is anywhere but the present, but the pokemon's sharp gaze is on watch, should anyone approach in the night.
A little frazzled, she had left the apartment to run a few errands and allow Lea to settle in without the stress of having her there, fretting over how she could help. She’d have to remember to grab dinner for them while she was out, as she had promised, but for now, she simply rested at a table outside her favorite cafe, ignoring the chill of the air and trying her best to enjoy the peppermint tea she had procured from the shop.
It had been weeks since she had ventured out for anything aside from training herself into exhaustion, jobs, or absolute necessity. The cooler weather and shorter days had only helped feed that dark anxious hole in her chest, and she had limited her contact with the outside world to sparse messages and rare calls, and even those had only been to let her remaining friends know she was ‘okay’.
…even if she hadn’t really been. But things were changing, just like the season itself. At least now there was a touch of hope on the horizon.
Maybe she’d bump into a familiar face now that she had found daylight once more.
[Fayren]
Some days were harder than others, and on those days, she somehow always found herself tearing through the forests of Fayren, using the branches as an obstacle course of sorts as she threw herself through the air in desperate hope of tiring herself out again. Training. That’s what she called it, even if her recklessness would have been immediately checked by her previous trainer. He wasn’t there to stop her, and her self-destructive behavior was carefully contained to herself, even if the fire at the tips of her wings looks rather terrifying for a setting with so many dry and crackling leaves.
Regardless, it worked more often than not, and she’d stop only when her wings were aching and sand squished under her boots in place of leaves. Always the beach. While she still hadn’t been able to bring herself to the inlet where she had once trained with Styxx… where she had last seen Namur… she always ended up on the damn beach, scowling at the way the sun cast its dying light across the surface of the ocean. It had once been beautiful, soothing even… now it just hurt.
Really, she’s not mad at you; it’s just the way her pretty face looks at the moment.
[Genessia City- Feather Light Studio]
On the days she found peace, she could be found in her dance studio, letting the music sweep her away entirely. From classical to R&B to rock, she moves as it commands, sometimes with her wings proud and present and others with them hidden away. Its the safest escape she has, and even when she’s at the front, checking her bookings and scheduled events and classes, she’s longing to be back on the floor, even if she has to share it with someone else.
Perhaps a partner might even help.
[Anywhere Else]
The cold seems to help clear her mind, and though the dark comes much faster in the day, Dove doesn't seem to mind it too much. It certainly hasn't stopped her late night wanderings, hands stuffed in her sweater pockets and Houndoom trailing beside her. Her mind is anywhere but the present, but the pokemon's sharp gaze is on watch, should anyone approach in the night.