#pink dust

[lanaswansblog]

[theskyehealers]

Helena found a rare moment, all to herself. With the arrival of Alynne and Jezyk, the birth of Ula along the way, and returning to Hillside, she had welcomed Arendt to stay on longer, with his mysterious companion Maris, her younger girls, and returning to the responsibilities of caring for the people, she had barely a breath to herself. Thankfully Ulrich had proven a worthy partner, where he had also begun to take on some of the queries of the people. As the sun had begun its descent, and the summer winds breezed through, she took her collecting basket with her, and went out to the Old Gardens. The original plot of land, a slightly neglected and overgrown garden with a more than vibrant pond, remained almost the same. She remembered exactly why she had chosen this spot. it was serene with only the sounds of the chirping birds returning home from their day's journey. Seating herself atop a fallen log, in the overgrown grass, she looked out at the pond, and thought of her sisters. Lorna had been the first, and they had found each other just by sheer luck. She was named Pink Dust then and Pink had never failed in becoming the exact woman she was meant to be, fearless and forward. Juliette had found her way far from the forests of Thrakir, wounded in more ways than one, limping, but defiant, and unyielding in her loyalty. Exene had also found her way from Thrakir, a girl then displaying abilities like no other, a healer still, taught to show shame for her telekinesis, until tragedy struck, and life began anew. Helena squeezed her hands around a few of the flowers she had plucked. Absent hands remembered an old skill, weaving together wreaths and flower crowns. When she had run, as fast as her legs could have carried her, she hid her healing abilities, and learned to weave flower crowns and wreaths, earning the trust of other vendors, and eventually a bowl of stew. And then another, until the Potter family had aided her. Helena sighed heavily at the fading memory. She had bonded with their youngest daughter, and had secretly begun to teach her the healing arts. Collecting plants here and there and showing her how to dry and wrap them for later use. The Potters thought less of her, shunning her when they caught little Aurelia mimicking Helena, trying to 'cure' one of her porcelain dolls with the healing herbs Helena had helped her collect. Aurelia and Helena were forbidden to see one another after, and eventually Helena found herself at the garden by the pond, and they continued to write, in secret. They saw each other infrequently, until the last missive was received, from Pa Potter himself. He explained his daughter had gone mad, all because of her. She had become fanatical with the herbs Helena had taught her, berating the family that she was not like them, and had run away. The Potters vehemently told her to keep clear of their family, and Helena obliged, never reaching out again. She still listened to the winds, hoping she could learn of her whereabouts, hoping she was thriving, somewhere far, somewhere safe.

Stabbing her collecting stick in the dry earth, she found a few rare tubers, and cleaned them off with her hands, looking them over, and whispered. "Trinity." Trinity had been a discovery of Pink's, the two girls had found each other through the skin trade. She shared a similar history with Pink, their families both renowned and storied and having abandoned their natural talents for something completely different. Pink had tried to spare Trinity, even under the scaled thumb of Jormun. Trinity survived that life, and when all was said and done, she had come to Hillside, to recuperate. She displayed mystical abilities much like Exene and Pink's, but stronger, under the finest control she had ever seen, but worried for her nonetheless. Life had parted them all, scattering them with the winds. It was the winds that would carry back whispers of the toe-headed psychokinetic. That she had been bested, and was one with the stars again. Helena never forgot either of her fallen sisters, and how much guilt she felt for failing them, for not being able to protect them. Rising to her feet, she pulled the hood of her cloak back over her head, picked up her half-empty collecting basket and returned home. "In the stars...I hope you are safe my sisters..." Helena whispered. Not knowing that the stars themselves had set a new path for these wayward witches.

[thewaywardhealers]

Lorna lay in repose. Her belongings had been all but packed and her time in Arbor would find its zenith. She was still weak, but her wounds had finally healed close, the poison of Sadira's blade all but siphoned from her body. She had taken full advantage of Dominic's strength, and he had packed both their things, while women ogled at the bare chested man, and she watched from the shadows. She heard whispers, talk of a magical redhead here and felt the tiniest twinge of response. And lost herself to her past thoughts. Past memories of a time when life was quite different. Pink Dust.

Pink Dust born to Sierra Blake, sister to Bianca, sister to Mavis, sister to Ayla, sister to Edith. The last born daughter to Sierra. Touched by fire, in more ways than one. Her destiny was said to be that of a life of both intrigue and turmoil. Her childhood one of love and learning the healing arts with her sisters, and honored mother. Her teen years proved different, something she always kept hidden now. For death would not be allowed to change her path. But it did. Pink's life became one of collar and chains, stubbornly believing it was love. The healer that was Pink Dust thought she was living happily, despite the maltreatment. Despite life amongst the black sands, of the Beachside Castle, where she learned not just to heal, but to cater to men and women of all kinds and trade. Jormun was his name, The Scaly King. And Pink thought it was love. The harem of the Beachside Castle was renown. The secrets of Kings, Queens, princes, princesses, noblemen and women was their currency. The Castle thrived under the overbearing thumb of Jormun.

Until it did not, and unwarranted bruises were the norm for Pink. Jormun had begun to thrive in hurting her. And when his malfience turned to the other in his harem, it was over. And Pink Dust found herself the rightful owner of the Beachside Castle in Basildon. The redhead could not forget that she was ruling with bloodstained hands, yet she would rule differently. All were given a choice. Some chose to follow the skin trade, some left with gold and wares to find their lives, and some even chose to learn the healing arts from Pink. Her conscience plagued her, even as fewer visitors found their way to the weather beaten Beachside Castle. It remained opulent, despite its outward appearance, none of it though could wash away the memory of what she had done. In the beginning she had convinced herself it was done for good reasons, that it was the only solution. And only one solution came to mind.

Jormun had made many enemies amongst the trade, he stole, he killed for the best, and his harem had been amongst the elite. Pink traveled with him, as his personal medicine woman, and saw sands of many different colors, and remembered. Steeling herself, she took the last of her harem with her across the sands and found her way amongst the sands of Sienna, to the Harem of Qadesh, and to Clara Rose.

And her decision would be a gamble. Her small battered harem traveled, leaving the black sands behind. She found herself instead on the blue sands of The Badlands of Azure Bay, and with Clara Rose. Pink shared her truth with her, told her what she knew she already knew, and a barter was made. The Beachside Castle and the black sands for a chance at a new life. Where Pink Dust would be no more.

The Rings of Isis were those who were imbued with a magic like no other, an almost god-like power to create change, all for a sacrifice. The ritual was tedious, long, and as tears streamed down her eyes, Pink Dust began to fade away.

Features reformed, and kept hidden for a full moon, she would emerge. Still a firestarter, but a redhead no more.

"What shall be your new name?" She was asked. She remembered her sisters, and her mother, lost to her. They were a lifetime ago she felt, but they were with her, "I have chosen to bear my family name. And my name shall be Lorna, Lorna Blake."

[thesistersyork]

Set before Melaine and Dane was a path, neither knew would come to be.

Now, the newest Queen of Intrigue, Clara Rose, presented the pair a choice, a life amongst the black sands.

An abandoned castle that once housed many, tempted and intrigued others, and had once belonged to another; Pink Dust.

The Beachside Castle.

Melaine and Dane had some thinking to do.

[sugucide]

dividers + symbol pack

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꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚︶꒷꒥꒷ ‧₊˚ ꒰ฅ˘ω˘ฅ꒱ ˚₊ ‧ ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷˚‧₊꒷꒥꒷

⊹ ✿・・───・・✦・・───・・✿ ⊹

⊹ ₊︶꒦︶ ୨୧ ︶꒦꒷\🌺ɞ

⊹˚₊꒷ʚ๑✦˚₊ ‧୨꒥꒷﹕ʚ꒰ᕱ⑅ᕱ꒱ɞ﹕꒷꒥୧‧₊˚✦๑ɞ꒷₊˚⊹

୨ɞ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷✦ ‧₊˚﹕ଘ𖣠ଓ﹕ ˚₊ ‧ ✦꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ʚ୧*

꒷︶꒦︶ ୨୧ ︶꒦꒷

୨ɞ꒷︶꒷꒥꒷✦ ‧₊˚﹕ଘ𖣠ଓ﹕ ˚₊ ‧ ✦꒷︶꒷꒥꒷ʚ୧

・❝๑꒦꒷꒰꒱₊ʚ\🍵ɞ₊꒰꒱꒷꒦๑❞・

‧₊˚๑ɞᕬ﹙୨\👒ଓ꒥꒷︰✦︰꒷꒥୨\🌻ଓ﹚ᕬʚ๑˚₊ ‧

˚₊ ‧ᕱ୨✦．꒰꒷꒦₊ꐑꐑɞ  \🐸  ʚꐑꐑ₊ ꒷꒦꒱✦ଓᕱ‧₊˚

⊹˚₊꒷ʚ๑✦˚₊ ‧୨꒥꒷﹕ʚ꒰ᕱ⑅ᕱ꒱ɞ﹕꒷꒥୧‧₊˚✦๑ɞ꒷₊˚⊹

・・ɞ˚₊‧❝꒦꒷꒰꒱ʚ✦ɞ꒰꒱꒷꒦❞‧₊˚ʚ・・

₊꒷⊹. ❛﹢ɞ꒰𖥻꒱ʚ﹢❜ .⊹꒷₊

﹕╯ʚ✦꒷₊꒰ʚ⊹ ⋯・\🍄・⋯ ⊹ɞ꒱₊꒷✦ɞ╰﹕

꒷₊˚\🥛╰╮꒷꒦ ₊˚ʚ﹕\🐰﹕ɞ˚₊  ꒷꒦╭╯\🥛˚₊꒷

୨\🍯・✦ʚꐑꐑ꒷꒦₊꒰﹕\🍪﹕꒱₊꒦꒷ꐑꐑɞ✦\🍯ଓ

┈୨ʚ꒰・\🌸❜ ᕬ︰✦︰ᕬ ❛\🌸・꒱ɞ୧┈

﹕✦꒷₊˚ฅ・\🥛・ฅ˚₊꒷✦﹕

[lvvsquex]

[anglsforever]

traumatized bambi ۶ৎ

[gyroshrike]

On a casual night of drinking, Husk decides he's ready to try showing Angel a bit more vulnerability.

[babyjewl]

[seraphlune]

[lanaswansblog]

[nattycat08]

I'm always late for these things, but heey, I did something quick for Valentine's Day💕🌹, I hope you had a nice and romantic day💖💌!

[thewaywardhealers]

"When are you leaving already?" Lorna asked annoyingly, "You have been here almost as long as I have been..." Juliette sighed, "We will be leaving as soon as we see fit, the seasons are changing, and it may seem, our paths are...shifting as well. Why are you so impatient all of a sudden?" Lorna huffed and brushed off Juliette's words, "Are you done looking at my stomach and shoulder?" Nodding slowly, she covered Lorna's well-healing wounds up, wrapping them, "I want to make sure I send word along to Helena about your care." "Right, because I will not be able to speak about my own care." Lorna shot back. Undeterred, Juliette pulled Lorna's bodice back down and cleaned her hands off, "I would not put it past you to lie, just so you can get to riding that beast of yours again." Lorna chuckled, "Jealous?" Juliette would normally not engage, but tossing a pillow at Lorna as she made to leave, she shot back. "Not in the least." and smirked. "I know I have been complaining, but with Exene gone now...it is still good to see you. Make sure Helena names her next baby after me, ya?" Scoffing, Lorna caught the pillow, "I am the one returning to Hillside, any baby she has next will be named after me." and shared a laugh. She was barely limping now, and took herself for a walk, arms folded close, while The Tree People admired one of their heroes. Injured while protecting them, Lorna did her best to steer clear and put on a gracious smile when they offered her food or even to keep her company. Sweet Murdock had decided to keep her company as she walked. She chuckled when she first met him, a boy, barely coming into his own, attempting to prove himself. He was a gangly boy, but his heart was true, and his bumbled interest had fallen on Lorna. She humored the boy, and when he found her, she slipped her arm through his and walked with him, watching his cheeks change color. He reminded her of the many boys who had found themselves at The Beachside Castle, shy but driven to experience the touch of a real woman. She had always shown them care, and was gentle, encouraging even. She had disavowed herself from that life, but he brought back many memories. There were so many girls that she worked alongside, so many faces that now blurred, yet a few did remain.

She often thought of Trinity. She was flaxen-haired, no more than a girl, much like herself when she found herself at the Castle. Trinity was a fair-haired beauty, one she had suggested to Jormun when he had taken her along on one of their excursions. She had spotted her, grimy but her pale green eyes caught her attention ultimately. With some encouragement, Jormun had bought her 'freedom', and she became one of his harem. They became close, and once enough trust was won, Pink and Trinity shared their own healing traits. Both from prominent families of the healing arts. On a late night, Pink stepped outside and walked along the silt-like black sands, arms folded and smelling the seas, grateful for the chance to be outside and out of the grip of Jormun's scaly and possessive hands, she found Trinity, triumphantly wielding a kind of magic she had never seen before. It took time, but eventually Pink shared with Trinity her own magic. And it bound the two of them together. Trinity stayed as long as Pink did, but when the time came for a change in leadership at The Beachside Castle and Pink had had enough, death was welcomed into the castle. And Trinity, now was set free. She would have stayed, but the chance at a life of freedom called her further and further away, until in the dead of night, she departed, not a word said, but only her magic to protect her. Pink's life continued, transfigured as well, where only memories remained of a fiery redhead and a spellbinding green-eyed blonde who lived once in The Beachside Castle.

[crazycometspecular]

Bit of design tampering

[no ill intentions]

[sugucide]

symbol pack + txt dividers

﹆⁺ 𖧧🧇໑ ₊˚𓍼 ⊂╰ ﹒ ᖗ❀🍥˖ ﹕･･₊˚ʚ・⸝⸝ᘏᘏ ✦ ꒷₊˚ ︰꒱꒱﹒𓂅 ₊˚୨୧ ★₊˚୭ ॱ˖ ┊✦．╰╮﹒✎゛𓂅⨯⁺ ︰ 𑁯 𓂅⨯⁺ⵌ・꒱✦．ᨓ❀𓂅˚ ﹒.₊˚Ꮚ✦ ❜₊✧ ୧⌒𓄹 ໒🍷꒱˃ᴗ˂ ഒ˚🍒₊꒷ᘏ 𓂅 ︶꒦꒷₊˖˚₊ ✎‧₊ᓚ୨୧︶₊˚꒷ꮺ︶꒷꒦𓌹-𓌺˳˚✦ˎˊ-🍥 ⸝⸝・꒰꒰❏₊˚・₊˚ฅˎˊ꒱꒱♡꒷˚₊੭꒰꒰✦﹝🍥﹞꒱꒱ˎˊ-꒷‧₊˚﹆✿੭︰☆꒰꒰✦・┊🍄꒱🦢๑‧˚₊꒷୭୧₊˚⊹︰₊˚Ꮚ𓂅୨⊹╰・𓂃 ꒷꒦︶₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎꒱₊˚ ↷₊˚⑅𖦆₊˚໒`୨꒷Ꮼ ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ꒰ ᐡ ´͈ ᐜ `͈ ᐡ ꒱ ˃ᴗ˂ (ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) (ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ) ૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᘏ⑅ᘏ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ . ୨ ࣪ ⊹𖥔˖࣪ ¡! 𖤐 ˓ ⊹ ˚. ‹ 𓂃◖ ˖ ݁ ˓ ╱ ᵎᵎ ꒦꒷𓄰⊹ ꉂ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𒀭 ˖ ࣪ 𓂃 ꉂ𓄰 ִֶָ ˓ 𖣠 ݁ ✦ ִֶָ ࣪ ،ヤ ! ◟⊹ ˚˖ ▹ ℜ 𖥸 ࣪ ، ̧¡ ﹫｡ ! ≛ ، . ‹ℜ ࣪𝅄 ャﾞ𒀭𖤩 ˖˚ 𖠿 ‣ ִֶָ ، ♥︎.⭒ ۫ ׅ 🌸 𝅄 𓈈 𐑺ִ ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ ꙳⸌♡⸍꙳ 𓆩 ♡ 𓆪 ʚ♡ɞ (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) १ (꒪˙꒳˙꒪ ) 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ໒ ﹢ 𖧧 ৶ ⭒ ତ ♡ ৎ୭ ଘ ɞ ✦ 𖤐 ★ ✧ ♥︎ ତ っ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა 𓂃𑁍 ࣪˖ 🐇🩰 Ꮺ ָ࣪ ۰› ᐢ • ˕ • ᐢ ˖ ݁ ˓ 𖣠 𓏲·˚ ͙ ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ⑅₎ ⊹ 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓏲࣪ 𓄹𓈒 ˖ ࣪ ꒷ ꐑꐑ𔘓 𖦹 𓍢 ›𓂃 ִֶָ ࣪ 𓂅 ᕱ ᕱ ¸𓏲࣪ ˚꒷ キ ˖𓂃 ִֶָ ๋ ꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱ ꗃ 𓂃 ⌕ ૮₍ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ₎ა. ๑ 𓂅 ୨ ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦ ๑ ♡ ﹕₊˚ ✦・୨୧・ ˎˊ- 〜 ꒷꒦ ╭・꒷꒦꒰ ︵︵﹆ . ⁺ . ✦ ﹒₊˚𓂃 ★﹒₊‧ ★・⸝⸝﹒₊˚﹕﹒₊‧ ﹒₊˚𓂃・・・🌸 ———————・✦・﹕★﹒₊‧ ╰╮﹔﹒⧣₊˚ ˚₊﹒﹒╭╯ ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ╭╯ ╰╮l﹒⧣ 𓆩 𓆪 𓄴 𓄵 𓄶 𓄷 ❀ ꈍᴗꈍ ꃋᴖꃋ 🌷ɞ ꒦₊˚

╴╴╴╴╴⊹ꮺ˚ ╴╴╴╴╴⊹˚ ╴╴╴╴˚ೃ ╴╴

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

‿︵‿︵‿୨ ୧‿︵‿︵‿

✿﹕ ︵︵✧₊︵︵ꕤ₊˚︵ ૮꒰˵• ᵜ •˵꒱ა ﹕ɞ

. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠. ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠

˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ ˚ ‧₊ .:･˚₊ *˚

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂☆

─ · ─ · ─ · ─ · ─ ◠ . ◠ . ◠ . ◠

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑

°:. *₊ ° . ☆ °:. *₊ ° . ° .•

₊✧˚﹕︶︶︶﹕૮₍ ⸝⸝´ ꒳ `⸝⸝ ₎ა﹕︶︶︶﹕ ˚✧₊

━━━━━━ʕ•㉨•ʔ━━━━━━━

꙳ ੭ * ‧ ⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ‧ ⨯ (๑>ᴗ<๑) . ⁺ ✦ * . ˚ ⨯ ੭ * ‧

(･ω･)つ ──────────── ⊂(･ω･)

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

︻デ═一・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

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＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／＼／

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶

꒦ˎˊ˗ ︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶ ꒦꒷꒦₊˚

【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】★【☆】

✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠ ——— ✠

➽───────────────❥

。✯ ＼｜／。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。✯ ＼ ｜ ／✯ 。

ɷ( ' ' )ɷ : ⊹ ̟˖ ⁀꒷꒦ ꒰꒰ ⊹꒷︶

︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

• ──────── ⌒⌒⌒ ︶︶︶

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦‧ ₊˚・

꒷︶꒥꒷‧₊ ໒( ” •̀ ᗜ •́ ” )७ ₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

: ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

﹒˚ ₊ ︵﹒⊹ ๑ ︵︵ ๑ ⊹﹒︵

๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑‧˚₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹๑

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・╴﹕꒰ ᐢ｡- ༝ -｡ᐢ ꒱﹕╴・┈・𐑺 ‧₊˚໒꒱

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

ᗢ𓄹 ׅ ࣪ ˖︶꒷꒦⊹˚Ꮚ₊꒷︶꒷⊹˚Ꮺ

✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ ) ･ﾟ✧

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

꒰ ୨୧ ─ ・┈ ・ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ─ ・┈ ꒱꒱

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like n rbs r appreciated >.<