Post by Violet Gertrude Stroud on Mar 28, 2019 15:04:40 GMT -5
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[attr="class","title-vi"] I'm Gone
[attr="class","subtitle-vi"] Oh, the way is dark and long
But I’m already gone. . .
But I’m already gone. . .
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CW: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
Violet was out, at last.
The Hospital Wing had been. . .crowded and awkward and she’d hated that she was in there. She was relatively lucky, in that she’d been on the shorter side of . . mostly everything. That wasn’t to say it had been easy in the fever stage or the flickering, but Violet was out, and. . .
Gone.
Her magic was over and done, and she would probably never have it again. She knew she didn’t necessary need it for being an archaeologist, but no longer could she be a Curse-Breaker. Runes, thankfully, she could still read and write them, but. . .
She could no longer fly. And maybe that was a good thing, or maybe it wasn’t because Violet had been leaning on that, relying on it ever since she’d realized that she could fly to feel something, where she could close her eyes and consider that maybe she wouldn’t pull up this time--
It was good, maybe, that they didn’t have a somewhat suicidal Seeker. Her replacement was better, younger, and less like her. Well, she really still could fly, in that she could fall, but that was different, and that-- Arthur would be upset and Clio would be upset. But Clio still had her magic, and Arthur didn’t, and not that she was bitter or jealous about it, she just. . .
It had always been easy to say that she didn’t need magic when it had been at her hands. But with it gone, things felt heavier, weaker. She didn’t know how to describe it, other than depression, really. Not that she felt particularly more depressed, more like she had depression laying thick on her, fuzzing and heavy.
Like when she found out her mother was missing and she’d had trouble getting out of bed. Or when Mina had told her Phoebe died after she was taken from Hogwarts, or when she found out Mina was also dead, or day after day, when she was struggling the denial and acceptance of her mother’s likely-death-- even though she’d turned out not to be.
And maybe she could go to Clio and sit with her, and she knew she should, but she’d see Clio later. So she’d just wander and--
Violet hadn’t been paying attention to where she was going, and so her shoulder had rammed into a student, she’d stumbled off course, and then into Ollivander Galinski. “I--” Her face flushed a dull red. Because of course it was the one student she had a crush on, and it wasn’t fair, and maybe she really should have gone to Clio first because now she wanted to run away but her feet were frozen. “Hi. Sorry? I didn’t mean to.”
CW: SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
Violet was out, at last.
The Hospital Wing had been. . .crowded and awkward and she’d hated that she was in there. She was relatively lucky, in that she’d been on the shorter side of . . mostly everything. That wasn’t to say it had been easy in the fever stage or the flickering, but Violet was out, and. . .
Gone.
Her magic was over and done, and she would probably never have it again. She knew she didn’t necessary need it for being an archaeologist, but no longer could she be a Curse-Breaker. Runes, thankfully, she could still read and write them, but. . .
She could no longer fly. And maybe that was a good thing, or maybe it wasn’t because Violet had been leaning on that, relying on it ever since she’d realized that she could fly to feel something, where she could close her eyes and consider that maybe she wouldn’t pull up this time--
It was good, maybe, that they didn’t have a somewhat suicidal Seeker. Her replacement was better, younger, and less like her. Well, she really still could fly, in that she could fall, but that was different, and that-- Arthur would be upset and Clio would be upset. But Clio still had her magic, and Arthur didn’t, and not that she was bitter or jealous about it, she just. . .
It had always been easy to say that she didn’t need magic when it had been at her hands. But with it gone, things felt heavier, weaker. She didn’t know how to describe it, other than depression, really. Not that she felt particularly more depressed, more like she had depression laying thick on her, fuzzing and heavy.
Like when she found out her mother was missing and she’d had trouble getting out of bed. Or when Mina had told her Phoebe died after she was taken from Hogwarts, or when she found out Mina was also dead, or day after day, when she was struggling the denial and acceptance of her mother’s likely-death-- even though she’d turned out not to be.
And maybe she could go to Clio and sit with her, and she knew she should, but she’d see Clio later. So she’d just wander and--
Violet hadn’t been paying attention to where she was going, and so her shoulder had rammed into a student, she’d stumbled off course, and then into Ollivander Galinski. “I--” Her face flushed a dull red. Because of course it was the one student she had a crush on, and it wasn’t fair, and maybe she really should have gone to Clio first because now she wanted to run away but her feet were frozen. “Hi. Sorry? I didn’t mean to.”
[attr="class","tags-vi"]☆ Violet Gertrude Stroud, 448 words ☆
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