[A.B.A.'s never been very fashion savvy. She found one brand to obsess over if only because their logo contained a key, wears pants as a shirt and called it a day. She's never really felt a need to shake it up, there were more important things to worry about, so by all accounts she should be the perfect fretting target.
Her time in the mansion, however, has made her a little more...thoughtful. A.B.A. has a resolve now, and after everything that's happened, she refuses to die. Not before she gets to see Paracelsus—the REAL Paracelsus—again. Yes, sure, of course she didn't want to die before, but it feels like this world is far more determined to kill her than her own. She won't let it win, and that includes freezing to death.
It may be a little over the top, but it's the only way she's willing to wear her winter clothes. With most of her bandages covered up and the top actually being a top for once, she almost looks...normal.
Honestly, she's not sure how she feels about it.
Thankfully, it's the least of her problems, because the woods keep whispering to her. The sweet voice of her beloved, a shadowy figure that looks familiar yet unknown at the same time, begging her to follow. ...It infuriates her that someone would try that trick again, so soon while her heart tries to heal. She will not be fooled again.
So she can be found in the café, one of her few safe spaces, muttering to herself as she nurses a hot chocolate in hopes to calm herself down. It's not...working as well as she hoped it would. But, um, hey! At least she's trying.]
I can hear it...beckoning me. I don't understand, what did I do to deserve such torment?!
[Siiiip. Chocolate is her only friend.]
B. Wildcard
[I'm tling light this month, so this is here for anything else!]
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[A.B.A.'s never been very fashion savvy. She found one brand to obsess over if only because their logo contained a key, wears pants as a shirt and called it a day. She's never really felt a need to shake it up, there were more important things to worry about, so by all accounts she should be the perfect fretting target.
Her time in the mansion, however, has made her a little more...thoughtful. A.B.A. has a resolve now, and after everything that's happened, she refuses to die. Not before she gets to see Paracelsus—the REAL Paracelsus—again. Yes, sure, of course she didn't want to die before, but it feels like this world is far more determined to kill her than her own. She won't let it win, and that includes freezing to death.
It may be a little over the top, but it's the only way she's willing to wear her winter clothes. With most of her bandages covered up and the top actually being a top for once, she almost looks...normal.
Honestly, she's not sure how she feels about it.
Thankfully, it's the least of her problems, because the woods keep whispering to her. The sweet voice of her beloved, a shadowy figure that looks familiar yet unknown at the same time, begging her to follow. ...It infuriates her that someone would try that trick again, so soon while her heart tries to heal. She will not be fooled again.
So she can be found in the café, one of her few safe spaces, muttering to herself as she nurses a hot chocolate in hopes to calm herself down. It's not...working as well as she hoped it would. But, um, hey! At least she's trying.]
I can hear it...beckoning me. I don't understand, what did I do to deserve such torment?!
[Siiiip. Chocolate is her only friend.]
B. Wildcard
[I'm tling light this month, so this is here for anything else!]