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sticksandbones2025-09-22 07:55 pm
lilyberation) wrote in sticksandbones2025-09-22 07:55 pm
Entry tags:
beach buds
Who: White Lily Cookie and You!
What: Vacation! And more?
When: Early-mid September
Where: The beach, more tba?
Warnings: talk of death, coping with a new disability
x. interlude (closed entirely)
( ... when she first proposed a time at the beach, it had been to pure vanilla and dark cacao, a vacation and... maybe a romantic getaway. some private time for the three of them to do what they wish and rest. god, they had needed rest. things would spiral though, time and time and time again- and then they were gone.
maybe it's fitting that she's ultimately at the shoreline alone.
it's a melancholy feeling... but that's something she's very used to, given her childhood. her early adulthood. her late adulthood. ... her life post resurrection. always wondering if she was intruding somehow.
perhaps it should trouble her, but lily finds herself feeling more at ease than she has in a long time. marble stays close, watching and listening where she cannot, and that, too, is peace. some days she just rests in the cabana the entire time. others, she wanders the shores with marble and vernal playing in the water or chasing the fruit sharks. ourania's statue overlooks the beach, and that, at least, feels warm in her heart.
...
is this the same lonely melancholy she's felt all her life? or is it the year of fresh grief, even for herself? regardless, even as it stings, she cannot help but smile to herself. sometimes, one has to let themselves be sad, after all. )
i. visitors!
( thankfully, it's not all solitary melancholy! whether it's reading in the cabana while curled up on mobile, examining tidepools or letting the water buffet her legs and hands, she is having a good time here. but as marble perks up and chirps a rumbly chirp at the new arrival, lily glances up with a big smile. )
Hello!
( marble will stretch her back and her wings while vernal bounces over to greet you. hi! hello! hello hihihiii!!! once the giant butterlfy cat is content she will also bound over on air or land to sneefsneefnseenfsneefsniff. ... you pass! hello! get pawed and headbutted!!! )
Oh, they're happy to see you, too.
ii. the return
( eventually though, the weather starts to turn, and she can't stay here all the time anyways. so on a slightly misty morning she returns on marble's back. the first thing she does is return to the cookie house where she checks on everyone, the hatchlings who've taken over what was clotted cream's room getting quite a bit of love especially since they could not join her.
once she checks on her little, broken family, she makes her way around town in no particular order- so it's a possibility she's at your door to visit, at your business or in the clinic checking supplies at her desk or drawing an array on the walls and doorframes in white chalk. regardless, she greets everyone with a warm smile. )
iii. wildcard
( you know the drill. )
What: Vacation! And more?
When: Early-mid September
Where: The beach, more tba?
Warnings: talk of death, coping with a new disability
x. interlude (closed entirely)
( ... when she first proposed a time at the beach, it had been to pure vanilla and dark cacao, a vacation and... maybe a romantic getaway. some private time for the three of them to do what they wish and rest. god, they had needed rest. things would spiral though, time and time and time again- and then they were gone.
maybe it's fitting that she's ultimately at the shoreline alone.
it's a melancholy feeling... but that's something she's very used to, given her childhood. her early adulthood. her late adulthood. ... her life post resurrection. always wondering if she was intruding somehow.
perhaps it should trouble her, but lily finds herself feeling more at ease than she has in a long time. marble stays close, watching and listening where she cannot, and that, too, is peace. some days she just rests in the cabana the entire time. others, she wanders the shores with marble and vernal playing in the water or chasing the fruit sharks. ourania's statue overlooks the beach, and that, at least, feels warm in her heart.
...
is this the same lonely melancholy she's felt all her life? or is it the year of fresh grief, even for herself? regardless, even as it stings, she cannot help but smile to herself. sometimes, one has to let themselves be sad, after all. )
i. visitors!
( thankfully, it's not all solitary melancholy! whether it's reading in the cabana while curled up on mobile, examining tidepools or letting the water buffet her legs and hands, she is having a good time here. but as marble perks up and chirps a rumbly chirp at the new arrival, lily glances up with a big smile. )
Hello!
( marble will stretch her back and her wings while vernal bounces over to greet you. hi! hello! hello hihihiii!!! once the giant butterlfy cat is content she will also bound over on air or land to sneefsneefnseenfsneefsniff. ... you pass! hello! get pawed and headbutted!!! )
Oh, they're happy to see you, too.
ii. the return
( eventually though, the weather starts to turn, and she can't stay here all the time anyways. so on a slightly misty morning she returns on marble's back. the first thing she does is return to the cookie house where she checks on everyone, the hatchlings who've taken over what was clotted cream's room getting quite a bit of love especially since they could not join her.
once she checks on her little, broken family, she makes her way around town in no particular order- so it's a possibility she's at your door to visit, at your business or in the clinic checking supplies at her desk or drawing an array on the walls and doorframes in white chalk. regardless, she greets everyone with a warm smile. )
iii. wildcard
( you know the drill. )
ii
And then he pulls out a piece of paper. Not one from the netbook, he isn't going to air this conversation out for the public. But he does quickly write — in his too neat, too pretentious handwriting:]
Welcome home.
Re: ii
Verso! I've missed you. And you always have such lovely handwriting~.
( ...
she is putting the chalk down and is going to hold out her arms. hug. )
no subject
She might not be able to hear his sigh, but she'll probably feel the way it rustles her loose hair. It's enough to stir him from whatever turmoil always seems to roil within him. He steps back and scrawls out.]
No funny business at the beach, then?