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IC: I wish I could meet you. I think you'd be a fun character to talk to.

Meet-met-meeting—

There shan’t be a knock on the doors that drown in a sea salted. 

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IC: You are an intriguing woman.

Oh my my my-my-my-mymymyMY~! A shadow has it's interest. How don the gloves? It's not clean, you know, it's not clean-- Not clean! HaHAHaha-- Ethellen can't see here. Take this off now! 

Here but not here! 

Have you come to collect me now? Wrap it up tight and clean-- tight and clean--NO--!

Pffhahehehah..~ No clock ticks in time.

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Send me confessions. Off or on Anon, IC or OOC, tell me what you think about my muse.

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Pretty face, pretty face, so pretty so sickly so ill. Nowadays when things are broke, we toss 'em out. Is that what they did with you? Are you listening, E T H E L L E N? They tossed you out-- ugly face, ugly skin, ugly ugly ugly broke broke BROKEN. Have you getting rid of what's broke? Like them poor doctors in the southern? C U T I T A L L O F F

Ethellen’s eyes stayed locked on the wall adjacent from her; grey, empty, glassy orbs that flicked occasionally to other spots in the room, never really pausing long enough to focus on anything in particular. The sweet would come soon. The room shook with the nodding of the girl’s head, a sad chuckle climbed out of her throat as she rubbed at her arms. It was so cold. She tensed and then yelped as the sudden presence of her nails in her arms send a shot of pain through her, leaving them wet and sticky. Hot and then cold. She laughed and whispered in a strangled voice, “Princess, the sweets now— please, please please— pretty, pretty—

Ethellen..

Her heart jumped into her throat and she laughed in a short screech, lifting her hands to grip at the air. “Pretty face, pretty face—” she sang in a feverish, hushed tone. It hurt. Who grabbed her face now? Wait that hurts— “So pretty, s̖̙̪̘o̱̙͕̱ ̹͡s̤̫̠̱i͉̪̻̜͔c̢̼̞͉k̖̮̳l͔̤̰͍͘y̞͕̼͜, ́s͈ó ̙̻͘ͅi͏l̶͓̬͚͖͕l͍͈͙—”

"Not ill— not ill—!" she gasped, her voice suddenly weak and cut off by the other. "Nowadays," it said, rushed, excited. Fast talkers— fast thinkers— "when things are broke, we t͟os͡ś ‘͟em ҉ou̶t͝,̕ eh? Is that what they did with you?” 

Her ears felt hot— on fire— no, freezing— she grabbed at them, tearing at the wires that tangled around her fingers when she did.  Ives. Ives. Come quick.

"̷Ar̨e̷ ͏y̸o͟u l͡is̢teni͘ng?"

Ethel shook her head viciously, shutting her eyes tight, her voice still chiming in a light, high-pitched tone. “No, no— I shan’t~” She sang defiantly, a sweet grin spreading on her lips as she shut out the sounds “Ethellen—”

"ͪȀȑȅ̓̒ͬ ̍͋̍͛̉̅ͮyoͪ̑̚u̒͂ͭ ͥlͥ̇ͧ̃͛ͯͭi̵̓̍̀ͤͩͮs̒̄̇̐ͩtͣͧe̾̆͑̽ͨ͘nͥ̌ͭͧ̾̒î͌n̏̂ͩͥ̐g̿ͮͦ,̇̈́̓̓ ̷̇͊̽͛̄E͂̋ͪt̸͆ͪ̄͛̽hͬ̋̄ͮ̕eͧ́l͂l̶ȇ̐̅̎̚҉nͮ̄͂͑̑ͯ~̧̀?͌̔̐͂"̡ͯ͐̿̿̎̈̒

"Two stars—" she blurted, her voice shouting hastily to mute the other before perking up in a question, "—was there a third—?" Ah, what was that warmth on her wrist now— "Brother..?" her eyes fluttered open and for a moment she looked around the room expectantly. Home. Home. Take me home.

"̪̺͇̖̱̊͒͒̆ͫA͕͕̲̹͖̭̯͐͑̓ͬR̗̻̠ͫ̏̂̉ͭẸ̈͛̉ͯͣͪ ͖̮̲́ͥẎ̼̩̘̟͍O̦̓̈̔ͩU̱̫̪ ̞̬̗̖̠̏̽̇ͨ͛̂L̺̊͊̽̌I͋ͧ͛͛S̫̥̻̗͒̀̀̎ͯ̍T̘͕̠̻͙̅ͩ̽̌̂ͮͯE̳̮̎́̃̚ͅN͛ͮ̎͂̿̒͑I͊̋͐̃͂̿̚NG̺͉̟̮̙̜͐͂ͭ̔ͬͬ̚—̫̥̱͐̉̒͗ͯ̊̈́"̩̓͂̽̌

"NO. NO, I SHAN’T—" Ethellen screamed, wrapping her arms tightly around her head. "PRETTY FACE, SO PRETTY—" she nearly screeched, her sing-song tone crackling under the tears in her throat. She laughed a mad cackle that made the walls shake and the bed convulse from beneath her.

A̸̢̼͍̣̣͋̂̊͛R̵̤̝͔ͤ̉͂̆̂ͯ̇ͦE̹͖̪̜͖͙͉̱̍̍ͪ̇ͫ̑ͣ̏̈ ̨̱̱̻͉̿̆ͪͪ̂̃̒Y͖̗̗͓̪̹̦͂̔͛͂O̴̻̎̓͋̀̌͌͒Ü̡͎̙̯̦ͨͧ̓ͫ ̷̝͚̱͇̩̳͖ͦ͂͐͆ͭ̈́̚L̺̥͉̽̕͠Ĭ͉̹̥̬͕͖̇ͥ̾̄̊̌̈̑͟S͚̤̦̖̩̍̀͝͠ͅT̲͇͇̞̦̿̓̉͋ͦ̓͠Ḛ̷̛̠͙̾̒̌Ñ̲̩ͮ̒̎ͯͦI̷͔̱̰̪̳̮͔ͩ̋N̷͖̳͓͂̾͐͠Gͣ͑̔̈͌̔͠҉̶͈͍͓͉̺̗̜,̢͔̩̞̜̺̝̌ͧ̂̍͊͒͗̒̎ ̞͇̈́ͦ̓ͦ̏́̐̒͜Ę̷̶̬͍̬͋͂͂ͧ̎ͣͭ̚Tͬ͒͂̂̅͒ͭ҉̤̥͙͍͢H̠͙̻͎̳̲̙̀̆̿͘͜͠E͚̗̟̪̳̯̔ͧ͐ͧ̒͆́̀L̔͌ͩ̓̌̈́ͧ҉̵͇̺̞̠̰̺̜̲ͅL̬̻̤̋̀̑̔̔̐͟Ẽ̸̳͙̗̯̟̜̘͎̿ͨ̆͑͜͝N̳̥̥̮̯̍ͨ̍͊̎̄͘?̶̹̯͇ͪ̽̐̆̀ͭ̿ͤ͢

Ethel’s eyes snapped open, her vision blocked from the bloody skin of her arms that still pressed in on her face.  She remained frozen rigidly for a moment until the second of silence that filled the room was broken by the guttural cracking in her chest as she exhaled shakily and lowered her arms. The room was dark— oh, but she was used to that. Dark. Dark. All the time. It’s so dark. Ethellen can see in the dark now. She giggled airily, pulling herself up to sit on the bed.

"̩̝̱͖͙̦͔̕T̬̳̻h҉͈̤e̸y̱̰̤ ̦͍ṭ̼̯̮̩o̺̱͠s̻͎̤̱s̭͍̪̞̕ḛ͖ḏ̴͙̲̰ ҉̭̭͇y̶̼͈͖͓̝͇òu ̷͔̼̞̻͓̦o̴͇ut̸—̴͉̦͉̟̦͓"

"—no—" she gasped again suddenly, her hands on her face as she shot up from the bed to pace around the room. Anxious, so anxious. Stop. Stopstopstopstopstopst—"ᴱᵗʰᵉᶫ⁻⁻ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒᶦᶰᵍ⁻⁻"

"Aye, the tossed you out, they did—" Her teeth tore at the skin on her fingertips as she stumbled around the room. She hadn’t seen the metal on the floor that cause the fumble that would send her to the ground again. She collapsed on top of herself, laughing desperately as she gripped at her hair again with one hand while the other crept along the floorboards between her knees. Cool metal touched her fingers and blood followed soon after. So insistent, why so insistent? Sweet, come quick. Princess. Mother. Mommy. Ives. Ives. "́Ugl͜y̴ ̧f̡ac̸e̴— ̵Ug͢l͟y̵, ҉úg̸l̨y,̵ ugly͜ugl̡yu͝gly͟-̴-“҉"ᴱᵗʰᵉᶫ⋅⋅"

"BROK͢É.͠ ͡B̛ŖO͞K͠E.͢ B̕RO͘KE͝N҉. ͜NO. PRETTY FACE— ETHELLEN—HOW— LEAVE AWAY—””-ᵖᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵈᵒʷᶰ”

"How do you get rid of what’s broken—? No— Ethellen, Ethellen~!Them doctor’s in the south know, they do— Like them poor doctors do—”

"ᴱᵗʰᵉᶫ, ᶰᵒ⋅⋅﹗""ˢᵀᴼᴾ﹗""ˢᵀᴼᴾ﹗""ˢᵀᴼᴾ""̻̖̻͉̗̯̻͈̆ͮͮͨ̓̌͛͂̈͐ͦ̉̋͗C̦̞̩̟̦͕͍̟̯͎̜͕ͣͣ̓ͦͦ̏́̑̊ͮ͊ͫ̃ͅ ̤͎̩̠̪̘̻̠̩͑ͣ̉͐ͨͫͩͧ̿͑͗͒̅ͪ̈ͣ̎̚U̞̝̼̹͕͇̲̜̓̽ͯ̅̏ͣ̾́̍͑ͫͯ͌ͨ̒͋͑̚ ̜̠̼͕̝̖͙͈̘͕̣̫̙̥͈̭͗̊̉̽͑̔͐͛ͯͬͯ͌ͯ͆̒̎̄ͅT̥͔̤̪̜̤͈̖̗̭̝̗̲͚͎͇̞̺̳̓̆̓ͯͬ͐ͫ̂͆͑̍͐̇̈̑̇ͪ ̗͇̞̱̳̞̖͓͗͒͒̈́͆̀ͬ͛ͤ̏̂ ̘̬͕̺̱ͪ͗ͤ̐̈̽̈́ͧ͐I̟̗̝̖̯̦̱̖̥̗ͮͫͮ̉ͪ̔ͥ͒ͯ ̰͉͚̬̘̱̓̅̈́̉̂ͥ̀̾̐̀̃̾ͨ̂̓͛ͧT̮̫͈̦̺͗̍̅̅̃́̓ͤ͑ ̭̠̗̟̜̣̞͕͇̣̰̤͉ͯ̿͑͐̎ͨ̂͒ͪ̇̔͆ͪ͒̉ͭͫ̄̈́ ̺͕̼̹̱͍̼̳̐͐ͦ͆ͣ͋Ȧ͚̥̯̺̙̰̰̤̳̓̆͊͑̆ ̜̟͍̺̺̜͍̳̘͍͑̒ͥ́ͅL̰͔̪̬͈̞̖ͨͫ͂̏̂̾̔͌̽̌́̂̀͐̇͊̚ͅ ̠̤͙͇̊͆̀̃ͥL͔̘̜͈̺̜͓͉̖̱̘̒̒̅̏͊ ̦̣̬̰̪̋͛ͥͣ͗̍̽̏̾̍̚ ̮̳̟̬̉̿̀ͬ͌ͫ̆͋͗ͣ̓̎O̫̯͈͉̝̱̿̽ͭ̆̔͛͂ͭͮ̈́ͭ́ ̘̤̩̼͓̟͎͕̹͍̣̆̏̂̍ͩ̾ͩ͆F̫̘͉̭̩͇ͬͨ̄̾̓̀̔ͧͭ́̀́̚ ̺̠̱̭͕͔͈͈͗̌ͤ͊F̦̜̩̲̻̣̹̬̫̱͓͐͛̔͌̇ͤ̓̏ͤͨ̆��̯̯ ͚͓͚̳̯͇͖͖̱̼ͫ͂͗͋ͬ̇̾̄̈́.͕̳̗̭͔͕̘͕̫̲̻͎͔̦̈̎̏̈ͥ̾̎́ͯ̓̚”͈͙͎̥̜͙͇̹͎͇͕͖͓͛̎̍ͭ͛̓̋͑̊̋͑̃

"ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ⋅ ᴾᴸᴱᴬˢᴱ" "ˢᵀᴼᴾ ᴵᵀ⋅"

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What do you fight for?

T-tick t-tick-tick-TIC-tiCKTICKTICK T-TICK TICK TICK TICK TICKTICKTICKTICKTICKTCK—

T O C K

pfFTTHHeheHheheahahHAHAH

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Just call me a Goron because I want to roll around with you

HehHAhaHAHEAHaha…! ♥

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You're my favorite.

Oh but two stars, two stars fell that day— at dawn?!

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They say you're crazy...but you have the true sight...

Oh my my my-my-mymymyMY, what I see, what I see, what I S E E.

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Is that necklace for sale, kizzy?

[shrieking] FIRE. FIRE. THE QUEEN IS IN DANGER. I shan't pose a threat to you, my lady. For I am a knight. I protect all-- Brother? There's a bit of sun on your cheeks, isn't there?

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"Goodness me, you're like a sad caged bird, one who cannot seem to find it's song. You have the chance to become beautiful..."

YOUR MAJESTY? A grand acquaintance this shall be in history-- Ethellen? Aren't you a lovely dove? Be sweet dearie-- The sweet.. s w e e t.. oh how we crave it--!? HaAHAHha--!

Who's really in the cage~?

Tick tock, watcha want?!

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What happened to you?

To ME? Whathappenedtome— No no no-nononono~! [grabbing their face]BUTwhathappenedtoyou?! What’s that there? 

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Birth Mark, Freckles, Lungs

Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?

And SO the great prince had his prize— Two prizes— Two prizes!! Two prizes in graves and buried in stardust— They fell by choice! Oh but a prize he still had—! Busy Busy! Have you come to see me..?

Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?

GO AWAY, YOU FILTH. GET AWAY LEAVE AWAY

AWAY AWAY AWAY—

Lungs: Do you smoke, how do you feel about smoking in general?

[‘drawing’ in the air with finger, singing] Black lungs to draw fung’s— like sand— like sand~!

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Tongue heart spine

Tongue: How many languages can you speak?

[softly] What a pretty throat you have…

Heart: How do you deal with heartbreak?

Heart… break…~? [head tipping, eyes wide] If it’s breaking it’s useless. If it’s broken it’s useless. Are you useless? ARE YOU USELESS? —Where did that bird get to.

Spine: What is your biggest weakness?

[waving hand in the air, eyelids low] Weak.. weak… weak… Ethellen—!

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feet, fingers, nose

Feet: Can you dance well?

Well! Well-well-well— Good evening, squire! Oh no, sir, I’m afraid dancing is not your finest antiquity— How dare you, madame!?

Fingers: Can you play an instrument?

[screams] THAT RUCKUS WILL SLAY THE CATTLE SHUT IT OFF SHUT IT OFF— Of course you would know  j u s t  what to do. Brother?

Nose: What is your favourite scent?

SQUIRE unhand me! Fritters and frets and medications but perhaps the sweet..  s w e e t…

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Bruises, Chest, Heart

Bruises: Are you easily hurt?

Oh, who might YOU be—?! A bespectled stranger has entered my castle- Ethellen~ Ethellen~ I am but a delicate flower-- Who are you?

Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?

Brother? I had a brother once— Tick tock whatcha want?!

Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?

[hands on face] Scratch making?! HahAHhHA

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Body Meme

Arms: How do you feel about children, do you want some of your own (or more if you already have some)?

Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?

Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?

Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?

Bruises: Are you easily hurt?

Bum: List 3 of your guilty pleasures

Cheeks: Are you easily embarrassed?

Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?

Chin: How well do you take criticism?

Clavicle: What is you favourite way to show and receive affection?

Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?

Elbows: How do you react to events with large crowds? (eg. Concerts, Shopping sales)

Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?

Feet: Can you dance well?

Fingers: Can you play an instrument?

Goosebumps: What scares you the most?

Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?

Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?

Heart: How do you deal with heartbreak?

Hickeys: Have you ever fallen in love to fast and too hard?

Hips: Is there anything you over indulge yourself with?

Kidneys: What is your worst habit?

Knees: Who was your last crush?

Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?

Lungs: Do you smoke, how do you feel about smoking in general?

Mouth: How often do you lie?

Nails: When you’re feeling vulnerable, do you become more defensive or do you take the offensive and lash out?

Nose: What is your favourite scent?

Palms: Do you have a secret handshake with anyone?

Ribs: Do you have anything you want to protect?

Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?

Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?

Spine: What is your biggest weakness?

Teeth: What is your favourite meal?

Thighs: Have you ever been unfaithful?

Throat: What is your proudest memory?

Tongue: How many languages can you speak?

Wrists: Have you ever been arrested?

Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?