Means they'll be somebody i'll grieve

Yeah they're good at confirming my doubts So I'm anticipating You letting me down So here I am waiting, but you keep showing up And you never run Sorry I'm so obsessed with the idea i'll die alone Sorry I get so in my head and it's hard to let you close But when I let you in I'm codependent that's not me It's the girl who's still in pain Who never watched them stay And watched them walk away Cause people leave Hate that I've always believed Letting somebody love me Means they'll be somebody i'll grieve

Quiet enveloped her like a shroud, soothing yet suffocating. There was no need for screams or shouts; instead, she found comfort in the stillness, staring out into the vast unknown beyond the Grotto's confines. Each day was a prisoner of monotony, the edges of her captivity closing in tighter around her as the cruel, unyielding chains of her existence denied her the freedom to escape this wretched place once more.

Miaran's eyes looked out with longing as she watched the world dance around her—days blossomed into nights, and nights faded into days, a relentless cycle that mocked her yearning soul. Yet, amidst the torment of her solitude, a flicker of hope ignited within her. Someone would come visit her, she believed, as steadfast as the stars that shone above the darkness of her imprisonment. In her eternal silence, she found a peculiar contentment, a fragile promise that one day, her waiting would not be in vain.

code by corvus

MANEA

Manea had taken great interest in this part of Amaryllis, was it perhaps its secluded location? How mysterious it looked? Or simple perhaps because she always beleived caves and dark places were a good place for souls to leave this world, the vail between the living and the afterlife seemed to be more frail in tehse places.

And this one location perhaps had the potential for better results.

She walked in with herbs, and yet another deceased creature to make a funeral of it. Was there a reason behind it? Yes, she was using creatures as practice for when she ever did one for a lion. And she needed all the pratice she could gather.

She placed her items in a flat rock, ears ears switching to be aware of her surroundings.

The quietness embraced her like a coat.

She then rubbed the rock then the deceased rat with the plants to cleanse the place of bad energy that could affect the procedure.


+5 Prepare an item for a ritual or rite
+5 Sacrifice an NPC creature

@Miaran

Code by Danyeen - Art by Drifty

Sorry I get so in my head and it's hard to let you close
But when I let you in I'm codependent that's not me
It's the girl who's still in pain
Who never watched them stay

A spectre. A ghost. A whisper of nothingness. Yet, in the depths of her heart, she would cling to the echoes of memory. Even amidst the suffocating silence that enveloped Miaran, she was never truly alone; someone would inevitably wander into this forsaken place. Not to seek her out, but to find solace in the remnants of the dead. With a spark of curiosity igniting within her, Miaran observed the stranger's actions, her mind open to the wonder.

Witchcraft had always been a shackle, a mark of disgrace that led only to banishment and execution — a fate dictated by the merciless laws of the Mob. But those binds no longer tightened around her spirit. With newfound freedom, she surrendered to the pull of curiosity, unearthing the lost threads of her existence.

That is a very small meal, Miaran uttered, naively unaware that the rat was not intended for feasting. Instead, it was given a proper farewell, a poignant tribute that Miaran’s own body had been cruelly denied. Fragments of her were scattered across the island, her essence caught in limbo, tethered between this desolate realm and the Gardens where her Soul had finally found tranquility. She was reborn as an Idol of her true self, liberated from the shackles of the mourning Monster she had once been, glowing with the fierce light of resilience and hope.

@Manea

And watched them walk away Cause people leave
Hate that I've always believed Letting somebody love me
Means they'll be somebody i'll grieve

code by scorpixia ♡︎