1. Dove

    Private slowbake

    It was around this point that Dove had also made it a point to find Vyn. Because she too- had heard the recent experiments regarding Dr. Dough. And given Dove already had a relationship with a ghostly companion herself (though hers was small, leathery, and acted a bit like a dog to be honest)...
  2. Dove

    Private pale remains

    There is a frown. "No." Doubt tickled the bottom of her stomach- unsure if this was anything like the injured minds she dealt with now. Still- she promised she would help Vyn. "I do not need blood to move memory. That would not help me. And that would not help you." she explained. "To take my...
  3. Dove

    Private pale remains

    There is a very knowing 'nod'. Her eyes follow the lines within this creature's.. Skin? Was it skin? Viscious yet fluid. It was unfamiliar. A vague shape that stretched and moved- almost like.. the heart within a person. When she left herself, and reached out for what was inside someone. As if...
  4. Dove

    Private pale remains

    A sharp gasp, her hand meeting Vyn's in tightness. There is a silence. She ignored the question. Because she knew the answer- and it hurt. But in this moment, safety wasn't what was needed of her. And after the initial shock, she reminded herself- what inner demons looked like. Isn't this, in...
  5. Dove

    Private pale remains

    ".. I will keep Dusty safe." There is an odd confidence that comes from her in that moment. A kind of confidence when you stared at the sky and knew it would rain. It was definitive, like the ground beneath their feet. But much like the ground, it didn't have much in the way of emotions of...
  6. Dove

    Private pale remains

    There is a sting- one that doesn't meet Dove's face at the mention of that night. There is a soft cooing noise. It was supposed to be soothing. But to who- was debatable. It almost was lighthearted, like a chuckle. But it came out disjointed, as if trying to find the light on a rainy day. She...
  7. Dove

    Private pale remains

    As Dove fiddled with some herbs, the comment startles her, and she drops the glass she was holding, thudding against the counter she was leaning against. A ghost doctor? Well, Dove had earned the name- but she never really.. done anything that warranted it. To be honest, she always thought it...
  8. Dove

    Private pale remains

    There is a pause, a wind filling the silence, the brush of the trees. Tranquil- that strange kind of peace that comes watching ripples cascade to the edges of a lake after tossing a rock in. Vyn could probably see the subtle movements in the feathers- but much like the lake, who knew how deep...
  9. Dove

    Private pale remains

    Dove's been doing well. Perhaps more quiet- perhaps more contemplative. Letting wind chimes and the smell of jasmines speak for her rather than chirp with the morning chickadees and crows that would sit at her wagon at the break of sunlight. Her feathers had grown in, though you can still see...
  10. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    When they parted ways- Dove resumed her rituals, as if nothing happened. As if she didn't relive the night of her 'death', over, and over again. Her fingers ran water over raw skin, once covered by white, soft down. Baggy eyes grew heavy- her hands folded onto her heart in both prayer and...
  11. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    "Ohhhh" The bird continued to worry and chirp away, a mixture of genuine concern, the rest perhaps an effort to escape the moment that she had inadvertently created. "Poor thing, I truly, truly didn't mean it. I wasn't mad at them I was.. I was.. just.." Her fingers twitched again at the tips...
  12. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    ".. I just need to stop doing it- so that it doesn't become a habit." There's a truth behind the joke, which led to a grimace that curled her nose with the scent of it's honesty. Because- she has done this twice now. And she didn't want to keep doing it. Surely- there was a way to break the...
  13. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    She lingered for a moment, greedy for the warmth, hungry for the summer. But seasons don't last forever. For now, she had to do was savor the fall and survive the winter. Even if somewhere deep inside, she wished it'd numb her and take her away. She gets to her feet, a bit of a stagger, a gasp...
  14. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Her eyes flutter for a moment, the earthy scents that have now become painted with memories of the pathlight strong in her nose. Grounded. Warm. Comfortable. Occasionally, her thoughts would dare to turn it's attention inside itself oncemore, to think about the wound and the tale it told, and...
  15. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    There is a pause. A quiet. There's a bit more shuffling, and she found herself pushing into Vyn's arms further, keeping her wings as close to her body as she possibly could, as if she was trying to share more heat. And perhaps, maybe, just maybe, let something here.. just.. be. ".. Thank you...
  16. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    When was the last time she was held like this? The top of her head tickled with a prickling warmth that seemed to rather soothe. In a way, letting this wound breathe, seemed in a way to make it lighter. A soft cooing noise, fatigue now taking hold of her frail, tattered form. Her eyes...
  17. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Dove's voice weakened. Mainly, because Vyn didn't understand, and, of course Vyn wouldn't understand. Who would? Who could? Was her experience shared with someone else out there? Did someone else understand? And yet- here Vyn stood, thinking it's just something that can be bandaged. Patched up...
  18. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    Perhaps it was because there was a desire to keep things accurate, and truthful. Maybe it was a moment of lucidity in her personal nightmare, brought to life. Or maybe, it was because she heard Vyn say something she'd never thought she'd hear her say. Or really, anyone say. And maybe, perhaps...
  19. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    It was ironic, hilarious even- because Dove can, and has requested people tell her. She so easily expected them to pour out her heart to her. She only hoped Vyn was as patient as she was when they told her 'no.' Because she couldn't- oh, oh no she couldn't. It weighed on her, the fear, of what...
  20. Dove

    Private let the winds take 'em

    The silence deafens. For a moment, this continues, the occasional sniffle breaching the walls she had built herself. But, a tension was building, like steam in a kettle, threatening to screech- and when it finally did, the sight was unbecoming of the usually-calm healer, her soft smile a...
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