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[dario-the-deer]

No Lamb Was Lost [Pt 2]

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"Evening, ma'am."

The hooves had stopped, just shy of where Dario could glean any information as to who had entered his home. A shadow of her form was cast onto the floor in front of him; a somewhat familiar shape.

"Luca. Is he here?"

"Right there, with his mum."

The elk motioned as he spoke, and before Dario could prepare himself further, a female Caprinae took quick steps into the room, acknowledging the stag and his mother.

"Anita. Dario."

The younger half-breed was taken aback; this couldn't be who he thought it might be. He'd heard of stories - Milae recounted them many times, in passion, in anger, and in memoriam. He knew he could be wrong, but the name left his lips before he could stop himself from speaking.

"Duri?"

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[mamawasatesttube]

@ravendraculina sent me a version of this w the titans and i was compelled. (but also i had to remake the template from scratch bc the og was so full of jpeg artifacts sfjlkd) anywhoozies um. well. yeah

[wijdan1984]

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[mylateralinterest]

anita and trev would make such great companions to the doctor!!!

[misaswif3]

we’re so jennifer and needy i love her sm

[treason-and-plot]

Anita is indeed in the laundry, mopping up a puddle of water. Joël’s mood drops another couple of notches.

“Hey babe,” he says, with forced joviality.

“Hi darling,“ says Anita, slightly breathless. “The washing machine’s leaking again. In case you hadn’t noticed.”

“I’ll have a look at it later,” he says. “The hose probably needs tightening.”

“What if it’s something more serious?” says Anita.

“We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” he says.

“I think we’d be better off just getting a new machine,” says Anita. “This one’s so old. The spin cycle sounds like a helicopter taking off. ”

“We can’t afford a new washing machine,” says Joël.

“Of course we can,” says Anita. “You probably made enough in tips last night to buy a dozen washing machines!”

[star2stop]

skittles lady for the soul <3 (or from the soul if you know what i mean)

[canvasmirror]

Anita Rée

Anita Rée (German, 1885-1933) • Self-Portrait • 1930. • Hamburger Kunsthalle, Hamburg, Germany

Anita Clara Rée was a German avant-garde painter during the Weimar Republic.

Born into an old Jewish family of Hamburg merchants who traded in goods from India, she was the daughter of Israel Rée and Clara, née Hahn. Anita and her sister Emilie were however baptized and raised as Lutherans, in accordance with the social norms of assimilated upper middle class and upper class Jewish families in Germany at the time.

From 1905, she studied with the Hamburg painter Arthur Siebelist. In 1906, she met Max Liebermann, who recognized her talent and encouraged her to continue her artistic career. Around 1910 she, Franz Nölken and others formed a studio community, but it broke up due to her unrequited love for Nölken. During the winter of 1912–1913, she studied with Fernand Léger in Paris.

In 1913, she participated in a major showing at the Galerie Commeter in Hamburg. From around 1914, Anita Rée gained recognition as a portrait painter. In 1919, she joined the "Hamburg Secession", modeled on similar groups in Berlin and Munich. In 1921, she toured the Tyrol. From 1922 to 1925, her primary residence was in Positano.

She returned to Hamburg in 1926 and helped found GEDOK [de], an association of women artists. She also created several murals in public buildings, but most were later destroyed by the Nazi government.

In 1930, she received a commission to create a triptych for the altar at the new Ansgarkirche in Langenhorn. The church fathers were not happy with her designs, however, and the commission was withdrawn in 1932 over "religious concerns". Meanwhile, the Nazis had denounced her as a Jew and the Hamburg Art Association called her an "alien". Shortly after, she moved to Sylt.

She committed suicide in 1933, partly as a result of having been subjected to such hostility and continuing harassment by antisemitic forces, partly due to disappointments on the personal level. In a note to her sister, she decried the insanity of the world. In 1937, the Nazis designated Rée's work as "Degenerate art" and began purging it from museum collections. Wilhelm Werner, a groundskeeper at the Kunsthalle Hamburg preserved many of Rée's paintings by hiding them in his apartment.

Biography courtesy of Artvee

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[dario-the-deer]

No Lamb Was Lost [Pt 1]

A field. An expanse unfolding, unyielding, ever-present and fleeting.

Cicada songs making purchase on the ears of the limitless inhabitants of a vast, lifeless space. Everything condensed into nothing; swallowing the sun in darkness, in multitudes, in perpetuity.

A stag felt born anew. He took slowly to his hooves, finding balance to be a formidable undertaking as he wobbled in ways akin to a freshly delivered fawn. There was a blistering silence when contrasted with the violent, impossibly loud environment preceding the demise that brought him here.

The death that had been chasing him his entire life.

Dario shut his eyes, managing to find stable footing as he took a deep breath. Once he felt steadied, he opened his eyes to find his home before him; familiar in every way, shape, and form. A soft light emanated from the window, casting its glow onto the beautifully blossoming flora that decorated his garden. His chest swelled at the sight; the deer knew with all in him that what he sought more than anything else was likely not to be found beyond the threshold, but he would never be able to stop himself from looking. Each step forward felt like slow motion as his hooves crushed the tender grass beneath - on approach, he stalled in place, taking one more measured breath before pushing the door open.

The home was exactly as he could recall it. The fire was warm, even from this distance, and it was hard to miss the varying foliage and decor that Dario had placed just over a year earlier as a gift for Milae. Despite the time elapsed and knowing the pair had discarded the sets of flowers that had long since decayed, the ones before him now were still filled with color and vitality. Taking additional, careful steps into his home, he could hear familiar hooves pressing into wood flooring just a room over. Dario felt his heart ache as his hand met the handle to his bedroom door, pulling it towards him and finding immediate recognition in the face that was just on the other side.

"Hello, Dario."

He stood in the door frame, taking in the soft smile that gazed upon him. Whether this was an extension of his last remaining moments of life manifesting in memories, or an introduction to the afterlife, he knew that this was a gift all the same. He rushed forward, as he had done countless times when he was a child, straight into the arms of his mother. He had grown taller than her at a fairly young age; far more noticeable now in his adulthood, but Dario still felt so small in her embrace. His head sank into the top of her head as tears began to flow.

"Mom- mom, I'm so... I'm-"

"Shh, stop that." Anita began to rub circles into the young stag's back, as she always had when he was in a particularly vulnerable state. "You never have to apologize to me, Dario. You're okay, just breathe."

The two remained in their embrace for a prolonged period - a much needed catharsis for both, before Dario stepped away, wiping his tears from his face onto his shirt.

"I... I never thought I'd see you again, mom." He sniffed loudly, laughing at his lack of composure. "I tried to find you... I swear, I tried."

"I know, kiddo. We know." Anita leaned to the right, looking past Dario as a means to convey a need for him to turn around. The deer pivoted quickly on his hooves, finding himself nearly face to face with a man just beyond his own height.

"Hæ, bud."

Luca gave his son no time to respond as he pulled Dario close, antlers knocking against each other. The elk's arms were strong - the deer might have worried about suffocating if he hadn't already been deceased. The hug from his father lasted slightly longer than the prior embrace with his mother, but Dario didn't mind. He had all the time in the world.

"You're... here. You're both here." The youngest Hjort stepped to the side, taking in the sight of his parents for the first time in decades. "I... I've missed you so much. I have so much- so much I want to tell you about, and-"

"Slow down, yer gonna get yerself all worked up." Luca chuckled, patting Dario on his upper arm. "Sit, sit."

He guided his son to be seated next to Anita, who quickly put an arm around him and allowed his head to rest against hers. Luca pulled a chair from the adjacent room and sat backwards on it, resting his arms against the back and leaning forward slightly.

"So, son... teamed up with the Arnason kids... kid?" The elk laughed, squeezing his forehead. "Not what I would have expected."

Dario's ears perked up at Liam's mention - he still had no context for where he was, or in what time he was, but his parents knew of his life.

"You... saw."

"Saw might be doin' a lot of the heavy liftin' there, buddy." Luca cleared his throat, looking as if he was struggling to complete his thought. "We know it 'cause... ye' know it. Does that make sense te' ya?"

Anita looked to her son with a sympathetic gaze. It took him a moment, but it eventually fit into place.

"You're not real." Dario was deflated; defeated. "This is in my head."

"Not exactly." Anita began rubbing his back, trying desperately to get ahead of the palpable discomfort growing. "We're... real, but only in so far as any of this is real. I mean- I'm..."

She turned herself to sit more angled to her son, taking Dario's hands into her own before meeting his eyes.

"We're as real as we ever were to you, Dario. We're as real as the flowers that you and Jari tended to with great attentiveness... as real as the warmth of Yun's embrace at the end of a long day..."

She paused, looking around the room.

"...as real as this home... this life, that you built with Milae."

"I like 'im, by te' way." Luca's deep voice resonated in the corners of the room. "He's good fer ya. Got yer ma's smarts and my stubbornness."

Anita laughed, closing her eyes as she shook her head. She pulled Dario's hands up towards her face, resting her cheek on top of them. The stag didn't pull away; he didn't know if this was real, but there was no timeline or existence where he would take this from her. He allowed her all of the time she could ever need, and she took as much as she could, before he noticed the faintest welling of tears in her eyes as she looked back to him.

"He misses you terribly, Dario. You may have always thought of yourself to be less than what you deserved, but he never thought that of you. Not even on your worst days." She turned to sit facing the door, motioning for her son to do the same. "You aren't meant to go just yet, kiddo. They need you."

"But it's... not my choice, right?" Dario's voice cracked, still reeling from the notion that he was at all talking to his parents; the two people he was convinced he would never see again. "If I'm... dead, then I don't get to just go back, no matter if it's 'my time' or not."

"I mean, well..." Luca had stood, looking out of the still-open front door from the frame he leaned upon that let into the bedroom. "Depends on how ye' look at where yer at, bud. How much you believe yer in control o' all this."

Dario watched his father nod in the direction of the door; the stag couldn't see what he was looking at from where he sat, but he heard hooves against the floor approaching. Luca stood upright out of respect, giving his son a wink before looking back to their sudden guest.

"Evening, ma'am."

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[moda365]

The Row trench coat, Anita Ko Lucky charm and a pearl necklace by Mizuki jewels