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Cherish Eden and Chastity Grace Abernathy

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Violette usually hated silence. She went out of her way to avoid it - staying in rooms where there was a radio, reading aloud rather than to herself, talking to other girls even when she didn’t really want to. The world was simply better when it was filled with noise. That way she knew it was alive, and she wasn’t alone. 

The only exception was here - in the horse stables. Accompanied by the warm breathing of Ozma and Silver, both of whom seemed to need each other's company as much as she needed theirs. Her mother only let her spend this much time with them once dinner was through and her chores were complete. She had a million tiny rules like that. Don’t run after the chickens. Don’t take Ozma out alone. Don’t take the long walk home from school. Every day it seemed like there was a new rule. But not here. Not with Ozma and Silver. 

Except now it was almost sunset, and she knew that once the last ray of light disappeared beyond the dying corn she would have to scurry back inside to a world of loneliness and rules.

Just beyond the barn door the sun began to creep past the roof of the farmhouse. Violette brought her forehead to Ozma's rather than watch it sink any further. "We don’t need anyone except each other do we, Ozma?”

A soft snort came from the corner in reply. Violette laughed quietly, looking over her shoulder at her father's horse. “Except for you Silver. Of course we need you.”

No. There were no rules here. No heavy sadness in the air like there was inside, or the constant count in her mind that she had almost totally succeeded in channeling into the perfect pirouette. No. There was no need to fill her mother’s quiet world with noise of her own making. Only her and Ozma and Silver and…

In perfect unison, Ozma and Silver’s ears stood at attention, listening to the crunch of gravel growing closer from beyond the darkened walls of the barn. It came closer and closer, growing louder through the placid afternoon air. Violette went perfectly still, her own ears imperceptibly perked alongside theirs as she listened carefully and went over the count again. Five, six, seven, eight...

It was over a week past when she had expected to hear that sound, and so her ears had been even more at attention than usual. But she was learning that she could fool herself with hope, and so she was beginning to grow just as cautious as the horses she preferred to spend her time with.

Only the sound slowly came to a stop and then went quiet. A moment later she heard a clear, metallic clink that she knew by heart, following by the ringing of a metal door slamming shut.

Hurried footsteps rang out across the farmyard. They skidded to a stop just as a suitcase hit the sand. “Poppa!”

His response was muffled, spoken onto the top of her head as he pulled her close to his chest. “Happy Birthday, ma petite chérie.”

“It isn’t until Saturday, Poppa. I still have to go to school tomorrow.” Even though her voice was tinged with innocent happiness, the final words had been spoken with a note of impatience. If her eyes hadn’t been closed and a smile spread across her face she would have punctuated the statement with a characteristically adolescent eye roll.

Antoine laughed lightly as he pulled away to look at her. Every time he came home it felt like he had to crane his neck downward a little less. It was hard for him to think that he had missed even a single centimeter she had grown in his absence. “It will fly by, Princess. Especially since I have a surprise for you. Can you guess where we’re going to celebrate?”

She shook her head no and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet impatiently. “The circus!”

A small, delighted gasp verified that his birthday surprise was more than satisfactory. “The circus?”

“That’s right. We saw the advertisements for it last week. It will be two town’s over, but your Aunt Jo is gunna drive us all out for the evening...”

His words were cut short by the sound of a creak on the front porch. He turned over his shoulder to where Zelda had quietly emerged from the farmhouse. With the sun shining on her back, she brought her hand to her face and smiled. But knowing how much Violette had waited for this moment, she fought to keep her feet firmly in place so as not to interrupt them.

Only to Violette, it seemed like her presence had once again made the world grow quiet. Even worse, she could already feel her father leave again, even though his hands stayed squarely on her shoulders.

Before he turned to leave, Antoine patted her lovingly on the head, reminding her that he would see her tomorrow before school to help with the horses. Then, as her heart sank as low as the desert sun, he picked up his suitcase and walked away.

“Wait!”

When he turned suddenly she felt guilty, like she could sense that his exuberance before had just been a mask for his exhaustion. “Can - can we go out riding? Momma said I can only take Ozma out when you’re home and the sun is still up…”

“We can go after school tomorrow, alright?” He had spoken with a note of joviality, letting her know that he had heard the impatient sarcasm in her voice before. But behind it, no matter how much he was trying to hide it, she realized that her senses had been right. He seemed thin, like his energy and time were more of a precious commodity than ever before.

So she nodded her head sadly, watching him walk away and onto the porch where her mother was waiting. As he looped his arm around her they went inside and he never looked back.

Then, just as quickly as he had arrived, it was quiet again, and the sun in the sky finally disappeared beyond the horizon.

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Sneak peak ;)

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This family is not what it seems <3

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This family is not what it seems <3

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This family is not what it seems <3

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god i love her

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god i love her

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god i love her

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Rainy day in Kyoto

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Am I getting this right? Someone hacked my simfileshare account? For real? Do you have nothing else to do? If you're this good at hacking then just hack idk Elon Musk's twitter. At least honor your talents by doing something more useful.

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I am considering turning this tumblr into a writeblr, probably won't

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Maiden, Mother, Crone,

The Goddess Marelûne takes three shapes as she wanes and waxes. She commands the tides and the night sky and acts as patron and protectress of all women. In some mythologies she is sister to the Sea God, in others they are in constant war for control over water.

To be born under a full moon is to be blessed of the Moon Goddess and considered more her child than your earthly mother's.

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Maiden, Mother, Crone,

The Goddess Marelûne takes three shapes as she wanes and waxes. She commands the tides and the night sky and acts as patron and protectress of all women. In some mythologies she is sister to the Sea God, in others they are in constant war for control over water.

To be born under a full moon is to be blessed of the Moon Goddess and considered more her child than your earthly mother's.

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Day 10 of @honeysylvan ‘s AU April challenge - high fantasy!

I told myself this one would be easy since I do fantasy all the time… but nope! I struggled to decide between so many different looks that I’ll definitely be revisiting this theme in the future! But this one was a lot of fun and I love the results!

(This is also the first time in this challenge that I removed Alice’s tattoos… which felt wrong but also appropriate just this once lmao)

CC: horns / circlet / ears / hair / outfit / armor / gloves / hooves / tail / cape

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Maiden, Mother, Crone,

The Goddess Marelûne takes three shapes as she wanes and waxes. She commands the tides and the night sky and acts as patron and protectress of all women. In some mythologies she is sister to the Sea God, in others they are in constant war for control over water.

To be born under a full moon is to be blessed of the Moon Goddess and considered more her child than your earthly mother's.

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Damn so what're we doin if this hellsite rlly does bite the dust