#( vrs. *alt 3 ) ripped at every edge

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‘ HERE, YOU’LL LIKE THIS ONE. ’ taking a seat across from him she sets a book on the table, well worn, dog eared, one she has read several times over. while not her favorite novel, it is amongst them. ‘ politics, revolution, romance, the supernatural... ’ she slides the book toward him with a self satisfied smile on her face. the house of the spirits, its cover, a woman holding an open birdcage painted on the cover, faint cracks running over her face from hours spent bent. 

‘ or are you opposed to all books that delve into romance? ’ her interest in romance novels was something she’d never hidden, her desire to write them well known by then. hell-- she’d self published her first at nineteen, though even she recognized it wasn’t anything truly worth reading. 

@sorehsu​ / / starter call

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‘ I’LL BE RECORDING this, if you don’t mind. ’ no matter how the words may fall from her lips she is firm as she sets the phone on the table between them, recording app open. in her lap she hold a notepad still, one to be filled with half formed thoughts about demeanor and ticks. ‘ whenever you’re ready. ’

@ofhumanvoice​ / / starter call

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‘ YOU ARE without a doubt the most infuriating person i have ever had the misfortune to meet. ’

@anogardarys​ / / starter call

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@anogardarys​ spoke: “good girl.” ( Send me "Good boy/girl" for my muse's reaction to your muse saying that to them! / / accepting )

THE CORNERS of red stained lips curl up into a smile, blue eyed gaze falling demurely from his face to the drink on the bar. it is loud, the sound of music mixing with conversations, shrill and deep voices making a low rumble around them. but she does not bother to speak above it at all, instead she leans in, closing some of the distance as she leans on the bar for some support. ‘ you know, you were this close, ’ meeting his gaze from beneath thick lashes, she allows the word to hang in the air for a moment before offering a look of almost convincing sympathy. ‘ but you blew it with that one. ’

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@sorehsu​ spoke: 🌿 ( Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse. / / accepting ) 

SHE ISN’T one for holiday parties, aside from the celebrations back home she’s never really taken part. the endless renditions of the same five songs playing on repeat and the smell of too strong eggnog had never held much appeal for her. in fact it usually made her miss home, the scent of warm spices and citrus that came from the mulled wine, the crackling of bonfires and the golden light cast by the candles...it all seemed even more appealing compared to the multicolored glow cast by the strip of lights that clung to the walls. 

and so she hung back, red solo cup held in one hand as she attempts to make her way toward the door, intent upon taking a minute in the hall to herself. the apartment feels too small, too crowded with people she knows more by face than by name, or rather, by class contribution than by name. she makes an easy path until coming to a doorway, attempting to squeeze through, ‘ could you just-- ’  there’s more annoyance in her voice than she intends, and it is reflected in the downturn of her lips as she looks up to see just who is in her way. his face is familiar, torvi’s seen him several times in her lit class, though she’s not sure she can recall a conversation outside of discussing the material they’d covered that week. 

it’s only when the mistletoe catches her sight that she speaks again, a soft apology accompanying a sigh as she does, unsure of whether or not she should abide by tradition or not. standing on her toes she presses a kiss to his cheek before she steps back. ‘ you’ve got, ’ she motions to his cheek and the red stain left behind from her lipstick, ‘ i’m sorry. ’

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back on my modern au/romance novelist torvi bullshit again so here’s a complete set of all the novel titles i’ve come up with so far for her

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@talesspin​ / / lyric sc / / scotland

‘ THEY ALL need something to hold onto. ’ it is only the biting press of her nails into her own palm that keeps her grounded. that keeps the tears at bay as she walks through the long, silent halls of what was once her brother’s palace. courtiers stare as they pass, whispering amongst themselves, wondering which of the two is the future for their country. spreading whatever gossip they can keep themselves busy while fate remains undecided. ‘ they mean well. ’

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@unsteals​ spoke: ‘ explain…or no, don’t explain. ’ ( one tree hill prompts // accepting ) 

‘ YOU’VE GOT to make up your mind. ’ she sighs, ‘ look, it was the twenties, my great-grandfather probably drank liquid cocaine before he bought half of these things. just keep looking, i’m sure his journal is somewhere in these boxes. ’

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another book cover edit-- inspired by a thread with @bardbattled​

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+ bonus message to elsie!

[lokadottr]

“ Look through shadows, listen beyond echoes; they have much to tell. Not only of other ways to be human, but new eyes to see ourselves. The most glorious thing [...] is that they belong to all of us, and they’re no dead-end, past-tense phenomenon. They are right here, in my hands typing and your brain understanding my words. Read on, and meet your kindred. ”

@bardbattled spoke: ♔♔ ( send ♔♔ for a gifset/edit of our muses / / accepting )

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i have no self control, have three more book covers for torvi’s author verse

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book cover edits; a combination non-fiction / historical fiction book between torvi & elsie ( @bardbattled ) because someone recommended a book about neanderthals that made me cry

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even more book cover edits ( 1 ) ( 2 )

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more book cover edits for torvi’s modern verse

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@sviker​ → modern verse ( au sc. )

‘ it’s done. ’ she cannot hide the pride in her voice as hands the book to him, published, printed, and bound. something she had done without the help of her parents, through her own hard work...something she could be proud of. ‘ i did it. ’

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@slippped​ ( starter call )

‘ please tell me that book isn’t yours. i should’ve asked them to burn all the copies. ’