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//Moved to @withinkandquill.

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Frog potion🐸🌱

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you let someone into your own little world and they become so precious, oh so precious

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“Good,” the woman says with a nod.

She turns to Oaklynn at last, speaking to her with a several quick movements of her hands. The toddler watches intently, though it only seems to bring about more anxiety. Her lower lip trembles, eyes misting, but at another few signs from the woman, she buffs loudly and scrubs the tears from her eyes.

It wasn’t that she had any real attachment to this place, she didn’t. Not to this place or the people here. But she had expected to leave with her mother, not a stranger. She didn’t want anymore strangers.

The woman stands, attention on Isabelle once more.

“We’re all set then. I’ll walk you two out and I’ll be by your house in a few days to check on you both. If you need anything though, do not hesitate to call.”

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There are a few great souls in my life. They are not many. They are few. You are one.

Anne Sexton, from ‘A Self-Portrait in Letters’ ⁠— Brother Dennis Farrell, 26th December 1962

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The light touch to her shoulder is a mercy compared to what she sees behind closed eyelids, even as she startles awake. For one hopeful moment, she truly believes her mother returned but that hope was so quickly dashed when she blinked up at a total stranger. A cry leaves her lips and the child scrambles to put some distance between them, unwittingly cornering herself against the other arm of the couch.

For a moment, she stares wide eyed at the woman, chest heaving with each ragged breath. The woman looks normal, lacking the decaying flesh and horrifyingly aggressive behavior that those monsters outside seem to possess. Some of her fear seems to ebb away but she doesn’t relax, she doesn’t move closer. She just watches, waiting to see what this woman wants from her.

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Lop-Eared Rabbit Among Wood Anemones.

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The woman nods, offering a smile that seems more hopeful than confident, and walks her through the rest of the process. As Isabelle signs the paperwork, the woman relays to her all the information she’ll need from contract information to what they know about Oaklynn’s preferences to the full story of how she even came to be here in the first place. By the end of it, there is nothing they know about Oaklynn that Isabelle does not.

Once the official stuff is all squared away, the woman gestures Oaklynn forward, leading both child and foster mother to the room where Oaklynn has been sleeping. Her personal effects are gathered in a black trash bag, which is then handed to Isabelle.

“You have a car seat and everything right? You’re prepared to take her now?”

( @laviexenrose )

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Nadia smiles, her gaze lingering as she watches his lips form those meaningless shapes. Then, as suddenly as she climbed into his lap to bestow that little kiss upon him, something else catches her attention - parchment and ink. Little hands, truly the fastest things in the world, are so, so quick to claim them, no matter the mess this rush leaves in her wake.

( @orlothegreat )

[ SMOOCH ] sender kisses receiver on the cheek / forehead / nose - from Nadia! <3

"Oh...! Have I been gifted endless wisdom by the tiny yet beauuutiful book fairy?"

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Make Your Muse As A Little Guy

Tagged by: no one!

Tagging: @orlothegreat @words-of-originality @herbsandsorcery @laviexenrose and anyone else who wants to do it!

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@herbsandsorcery’s Rafael sent: ❛ We can go anywhere. ❜

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“Anywhere?” Oaklynn signs, brows rising in both interest and to punctuate her questions. “Anywhere in the whole world?”

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@words-of-originality’s Nixie gets a semi-plotted starter!

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Winter is here again.

The girl has no word for it - she has no words at all - but she knows the chill in the air and the way it paints the leaves in bright, brilliant hues before they fall, how it turns plush grasses into crunchy, brittle things that are far less comfortable beneath the soles of her bare feet. She has memorized the passage of time in the patterns of the seasons. Blooming flowers mean the sun will shine more and the air will get warmer; changing leaves means long cold nights and snowfall.

She has survived two and half winters already but that was when her clothing fit the way it was supposed to and her shoes could still be jammed onto her feet. This year will be harder. What she’ll need is another human, a bigger one like she used to have, but that was something she had all but given up on.

That is, until she turns and finds another face in the woods, eyes wide with surprise. It is no animal - no squirrel or bear or deer looked like that. They didn’t look like she did. This was a human and the sight fills her with a fear she wasn’t expecting.

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Open to: pre-established relationships.

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Laying haphazardly on the floor in the center of the room is a large comforter, one that really has no business being on the floor save for the child giggling to herself underneath. The moment it is disturbed, the girl throws it off of her, grinning up at the face above. When she drops her hands to sign, the blanket is left draped across the top of her head.

“Come in?” her hands ask, brows rising to punctuate the question.

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Open to: all mutuals

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Oaklynn takes a deep breath as she smooths the fabric of her skirt, letting it out in a half-nervous, half-excited sigh. She shakes her hands at her side, dispelling some of the nervous energy steadily building up, and then steps out to show off a brilliant new formal dress, one she hopes is perfect for her very first dance.

“How does it look?”

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Twinkling tulips 🍃🌷

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I'm dedicating every day to you

Domestic life was never quite my style

When you smile, you knock me out, I fall apart

And I thought I was so smart

You will come of age with our young nation

We'll bleed and fight for you

We'll make it right for you

If we lay a strong enough foundation

We'll pass it on to you, we'll give the world to you

And you'll blow us all away

Someday, someday

Yeah, you'll blow us all away

Someday, someday

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When Isabelle asks permission to interact with the child, the woman gestures the okay, only speaking to answer her other question.

“Essentially, it’s post-traumatic stress disorder but a certain amount of time has to pass before it can be called that. The symptoms are just about the same though.”

Oblivious to the conversation at hand, Oaklynn pays as little mind to the woman as she had to her. Instead, her gaze fixed on Isabelle, watching intently as she crosses the space between them and settles in front of her. With a quick intake of breath, Oaklynn slides back, reclaiming some of that space until the movement of Isabelle’s hands sparks some recognition in her. She pauses then, looking from her hands to her face and back again in time to see her claim one of the toy cars.

Play.

Oaklynn repeats the sign with her own small gesture and though it takes another moment of watching Isabelle drag the car around, she does join her, choosing the yellow one by her feet and even shuffling a little closer to drive her car up close to Isabelle’s.

“You’ll have my number if you ever have any questions and all the information for doctors and therapists will be provided for you as well,” the woman continues as she watches from the desk. “We’ll go over all of it before you leave today.”

( @laviexenrose )

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