"o vernal queen"
from the {earth} ⊱ an indie pre-hades persephone rp and character blog tracking: bonesandflowers m!a: -----
out of flowers; my brain’s all over the place today so i’ll be account hopping a lot;;;
ภervous? That was one way of putting it. He wanted to run away, her comment about him being a prophet confused him. He didn’t get it, all he knew was the fact that he had dreams. Weird ones that happened to come real. Hansel found himself removing his bag and placing it down next to him before sitting exactly where she had touched. His legs were crossed and his hands laid neatly in his lap.
“I had a dream last night, I had walked all the way here. I-I mean that’s how I found this place. There was someone here, who I assume was you. Though they were blurred and I couldn’t make them out at all”
Hansel ruffled his fringe while letting out a small sigh. He knew he sounded crazy, but this girl seemed to believe him. She would be the first. The sound of his heartbeat filled his ears as he looked at her, he really wanted a sweet right now. Surely he had some in his bag, but it might be rude.
“I don’t know why I had this dream and I don’t know if you’d call me a prophet. I just dream.”
✿⊱ Persephone nodded as he finished his explanation. “Most visitors tend come here by accident - unless they’re friends then they know exactly how to get here.” she comments, a hand idly reaching out to her side to pluck a stalk of sweet grass and place it between her lips. She chews contently thinking about the others dream. If the person was blurred it could’ve been well, anyone. And his dream seemed to be very short, straightforward, no other signs present other then the distorted figure. Her gaze flits over to him when he dismisses the notion of being prophet - and at that the Goddess chuckles some. Goodnaturedly of course.
“Prophets have been known to only experience visions when they sleep… Do you experience these dreams very often? If you do may very well be one.” she adds, continuing to chew on the stalk of grass. “I’m Persephone - I should’ve introduced myself earlier.”
Eyes open, peering from behind the veil of pink, staring at the stranger, knowing that she did not belong in his Wonderland. The mad man straightened up in his chair, leaning forward so elbows could rest upon the wooden surface, lolling his head to the side, briefly exposing those oddly colored eyes that were always hidden by locks of pink, he grinned. The moment of fake calmness had ended and it all started with the loud sound of his hand slamming against the table, cups shaking and plates moving. “Well look at tha’! A gorgous cutie has decided to join the tea party! Come closer, closer, so close that one can’t get any closer.” He ignored her initial question-pushing his chair to the back so he could place his feet on the table.
“Now, back to the main problem. Why is a raven like a writing desk? Ya don’t know? Really? The lil’ child said the same, I shall tell ya why.” Placing his hands behind his head he raised his gaze towards the sky, lips curling into a wider grin. ” I ‘aven’t the slightest idea!” The last words dissapearing into loud fit of laughter.
✿⊱ Persephone would blink at the man as he gazed at her with his odd eyes - lips quirking into a small grin at his one that was given. The sudden sound of his hand slamming on the tabletop, which caused the fine china to clatter and nearly fall off. It made her jump an inch or two off the ground. She straightened herself out as his complements and invitations were spoken so loudly and gleefully. The Maiden merely nodded before she moved closer, until she decided to sit on the chair to the man’s immediate left; it was large and crafted from wood, though the mint-green of the paint seemed to be chipping in a few areas and it creaked when she sat upon it, despite her light weight. At his last statement Persephone laughed along, though her laugh was more demure and calm then the man’s had been. She finds him rather endearing (mainly as she finds him so similar to her younger brother).
The Goddess places her hands on the tabletop, idly touching the china of cups of the plates. They were pretty things… she wondered if they were used often. When the man’s fit of laughs dispersed, her violet gaze flits over to him, studying his form for a moment since she was so much closer to him now. “Ah… well I’ll be mulling over that riddle for some time now, She wants to solve it - it’s quite perplexing and odd. “But, could you tell me where I am?”
out of flowers; bthe moose that was wandering around yesterday is gone now - it just trampled some of the vegetables in the garden and ate them but that’s ok. so i am here friends good morning~
ooc; i ended up getting a new medicine today and it tastes icky and idek y it’s a pill but it does and help;;;
out of flowers; bc i’m a very weak-willed person i have another muse and i’ll be on his account here!!! feel free to follow if you want and i’m getting stuff ready and i just dkljafkld {/sobs bc i’m just v weak ok}
Anonymous asked:
ooc; good question!!! desperaux is one of the main (but also titular) characters of the novel, “the tale of desperaux” by katie dicamillo. desperaux is a mouse and lives in the kingdom of dor in the castle where he grows up in the mouse community and with his family. and well, dexperaux is singled out due to his birth and his odd appearance and behavior which isn’t sanctioned by the mouse community.
it’s a tale of love, of bravery, of rats, of the balance of light and darkness, and most importantly and above all it is a tale of soup. most people think it’s for kids but i say it’s for anyone who loves a very good read and a very cute and uplifting story. it has a movie and i like it - but i much prefer the books. i recommend it to everyone!!! and well unless you want spoilers that is all i will tell uvu
