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     daphne  froze  and  the  numbness  in  her  heart  began  to  dissolve  with  the  words  echoing.  and  yet  she  felt  cold,  as  the  presence  of  the  ghost  of  her  past  began  to  take  shape,  gently  plucking  haunted  memories  out  of  her  mind.  words  of  myth  began  disrupting  her  thoughts  quietly  but  the  silence  was  cruel  and  all  daphne  could  do  was  listen,  not  knowing  what  to  say.  and  so  she’d  remain  still,  her  face  falling  as  if  all  her  emotions  were  pulling  on  it,  trying  to  hold  on  tightly  and  swallow  her  whole  but  they  didn’t.  she  was  still  here.  he  was  still  there.

 back  then  she’d  have  loved  to  listen  to  his  stories  from  the  human  world.  they  felt  real,  he  was  real.   unlike  everything  else  in  her  life.   blood,  bone  and  flesh,  touched  by  fragile  mortality.  beautiful.  but  she  couldn’t  look  at  him,  too  scared  that  she’d  robbed  him  off  it,  exchanging  a  beating  heart  for  lifeless  immortality  ,  so  that  he  could  live,  even  with  guilt  eating  her  away  and  rendering  her  weak. 

  human  myths  were  even  crueler.  or  perhaps  they  weren’t,  after  all,  they  were  about  the  gods.  about  creatures  like  her,  reflecting  her  name.  she  wished  she  could  be  the  daphne  in  the  myth,  free  from  an  aching  heart  and  remaining  at  the  same  place  she  used  to  love.  unlike  the  myth,  only  unresolved  emotions  had  taken  root  in  her  heart  and  his  appearance  reminded  her  of  it. 

     “  these  myths,  do  they  ever  have  a  happy  ending  ?  ”  she  finally  spoke  but  the  words  she  wanted  to  say  remained  stuck.  daphne  tried  hard  to  wrap  them  with  the  same  lightness  she  carried  back  then  but  she  couldn’t.  her  gaze  still  remained  on  the  ground,  refusing  to  acknowledge  their  closeness.  the  urge  to  touch  him,  find  out  that  beneath  that  cold  exterior  the  part  she’d  known  of  him  had  remained.  despite  everything. 

then  she  finally  looked  up  with  only  a  breath  separating  them,  she  stepped  back.  last  time  she  held  him,  he  was  on  the  edge  of  death,  arms  wrapped  tightly  around  him  as  if  they  could  hold  his  life.   this  time  she  wouldn’t  touch  him,  she’d  be  just  thankful  that  he  was  alive. 

     “  apollo  is  the  god  and  he  doesn’t  die.  i  think  he’s  me.  ���  she  could  say  more,  how  she  felt  that  she  loved  him  endlessly,  so  much  that  her  love  probably  suffocated  him,  and  changed  him  into  something  he  probably  never  wanted  to  be.

      “  i  think  you’re  daphne  in  this  story.”  her  eyes  softened,  a  sad  smile  flashing  across  the  truth.  he  probably  resented  her,  she  could  tell  from  the  way  he  was  looking  at  her.  and  after  everything  she’d  done  to  him,  she’d  embrace  it  like  death. 

 “  how  have  you  been  …  ?  you  look  …  well  .”

to: @tendrcsse's daphne

"There’s a book in my world," Viego began, his voice quiet yet charged with meaning. "It tells of myths, ancient stories. One in particular stands out—a tale of a nymph named Daphne, fleeing from the god Apollo, who was hopelessly in love with her." He stepped out from the shadows, the soft echo of his footsteps the only sound in the room. They were alone now, away from the prying eyes of the crowd. The moment he saw her, she had gained his complete attention, unable to pull away. She looked exactly as she had three years ago—ethereal, almost ghostlike, a vision that sent an icy shiver racing down his spine.

"Daphne couldn’t stand the thought of being with him," he continued, his voice hardening. "So she chose to be turned into a tree by her father, rather than submit." Something old and dark stirred within him, a long-buried ember flickering back to life. Rage, simmering just beneath the surface. Viego had always suspected, always knew that Daphne hadn’t simply vanished. No one ever gave him answers, no one dared speak of her fate. Yet here she stood, in the flesh, not a myth, not a memory. The sight of her, so close after all these years, ignited that smoldering fury.

He stood just feet away from her, staring down at her delicate features with a storm of emotions roiling inside. The words he wanted to say clawed at his throat. How could you leave me when I needed you the most? Yet, he swallowed them. Stubborn pride held him back. He refused to admit how deeply he had needed her. What he wanted now were answers. Closure. Silence stretched between them, heavy and tense. Then, taking another step closer, he tilted his head, his eyes boring into hers as if trying to unearth her secrets.

"Was I Apollo in your story?"

[tendrcsse]

‘  kristine  froseth,  cis  woman,  she/her,  28  /  280  ,  high  fae  (seer)  ’  ―  cauldron  save  you.  it  seems  DAPHNE  GALATHENEA  has  been  teleported  to  the  dusk  court,  the  COUSIN/BLACKSMITH  from  DAWN  COURT  is  said  to  be  INTUITIVE  and  is  said  to  describe  themselves  with  WIND  CARRYING  THE  SOUND  OF  DISTANT  LAUGHTER,  LIGHT  AS  THE  FLUTTER  OF  A  BUTTERFLY,  A  GOLDEN  FLAME  FLICKERING  IN  A  CRUMBLING  CASTLE  and  with  all  of  this  in  mind  their  UNPREDICTABLE  nature  always  seems  to  get  them  into  trouble.  may  the  mother  hold  them  as  they  navigate  this  unthinkable  time. 

GENERAL

FULL  NAME:  daphne  galathenea NICKNAME(S):   phee GENDER: cis  woman PRONOUNS:   she/her SEXUAL  ORIENTATION: bisexual OCCUPATION:  blacksmith CHARACTER  INSPIRATION  :  nina  zenic  (  soc  ),  will  herondale  (  the  infernal  devices  ),  rose  aldridge  (  downton  abbey)  TRAITS  :  charming,  intuitive,  confident  ,  adaptable,  arrogant,  reckless,  moody,  unpredictable MBTI:  ENFP

BACKGROUND   

     daphne  knows  that  a  certain  ease  will  only  ever  be  captured  by  her  childhood.  growing  up  the  world  still  seemed  so  vast  and  she  could  spin  stars  on  her  fingers.  perhaps  because  she  was  never  truly  special  or  at  least  seen  as  it  but  it  didn’t  matter,  the  world  was  light.

        it  was  only  then  her  ability  as  a  seer  came  to  light,  pushing  through  a  darkness  and  then  remaining  in  it  forever  that  she  learned  that  her  father  was  never  a  man  of  love  but  born  out  of  greed.  forever  driven  by  power  and  haunted  by  never  being  placed  first.  for  the  first  time  she  was  seen  by  him,  not  as  his  daughter  but  as  a  weapon  to  be  used.

 since  then  most  of  her  days  were  spent  inside,  always  monitored  and  stuffy  silence  hanging  in  the  air.  she  was  isolated  from  the  world  as  her  father  was  afraid  that  someone  else  would  take  her  away. 

 all  she  wished  was  to  be  free  from  that  curse  of  being  a  seer  and  she’d  only  forget  about  it  when  she  managed  to  sneak  out  with  the  help  of  her  guard.  this  is  when  she  pretended  to  be  whoever  she  wanted  to  be,  the  noise  and  the  vivacity  taking  away  the  silence  she  hated  so  much.  she  could  finally  breathe.

 out  of  the  many  times  she  sneaked  out  she  got  to  know  the  child  of  a  blacksmith  who  would  teach  her  about  their  craft.  the  first  time  ever,  she  was  eager  to  learn  something,  forming  from  nothing  instead  of  being  ‘blessed’  and  then  being  used.  it  fulfilled  her  and  her  trips  outside  would  become  more  frequent  until  they’d  turn  clumsy.  it  was  just  a  matter  of  time  and  her  thread  of  luck  thinning  out  until  she’d  be  discovered.

 luckily,  her  father  would  never  find  the  only  place  she’d  ever  felt  comfortable  in  but  he’d  notice  her  disappearances.  but  daphne  would  never  meet  his  cold  eyes  burning  with  rage  as  she’d  vanish  again  but  this  time  she’d  never  return. 

 leaving  her  old  life  behind,  she  found  a  hiding  spot  in  the  old  blacksmith’s  shop,  working  there  and  living  a  life  where  she  could  finally  feel  free.  her  disappearance  had  never  been  publicly  acknowledged  and  in  a  way,  her  father  is  still  keeping  it  a  secret  (  although  some  are  finding  it  rather  suspicious)  and  still  searching  for  her. 

[tendrcsse]

silence,  the stillness of everything surrounding her and even transfixing time were meant to put her mind at ease. and yet, it didn’t and was never supposed to do so.  it was the unpredictable, the  bustling cities and the rushing and talking that made her so insignificant that she’d forget that her heart was beating. so when a voice was breaking the heavy silence, her face lit up with relief. “ not really quiet, just some wisdom. but i don’t really know where to start, the selection is quite overwhelming. ” her eyes wandered aimlessly, grazing endless colors rather than the titles adoring the spines of the books. “ what are you reading ? ”

open starter: featuring, nori anders. @ofcourtfablesarchive

constant  in  the  flux  of  her  turmoil,  though  outward  countenance  did  not  reflect  this,  seated  upon  the  edge  of  a  chair,  hands  folded  against  the  spine  of  a  book.  once  -  commander's  heart  thrummed  in  this  unsettled  anticipation,  dark  gaze  glinting  towards  door  and  window  at  each  sound  which  crossed  through  unfamiliar  court.  daughter,  before  the  hearth,  having  busied  herself  with  various  blocks,  both  with  same  coarse  hair  (  but  she  had  her  father's  eyes,  nori  thought  to  herself,  with  some  remorse  and  chagrin  ),  and  same  silence.  spine  straightened  upon  hearing  another  noise,  this  time  clearer  rustling.  did  not  shut  the  book  in  her  lap,  but  rather  glanced  sharp  towards  the  threshold.  “someone  else  seeks  the  quiet.”  both  comment  to  daughter,  who  did  not  pause  in  play,  and  acknowledgement  of  the  other  presence.  “or  they  may  wish  for  something  else.”

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A BUSINESS PROPOSAL (2022) dir. Park Seon Ho

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just a girl in her room trying to forgive herself