#hyacinthsgirl

[stokcd-a]

@hyacinthsgirl | sc.

     "Sʏ's ʙᴇᴇɴ talking about you." A casual conversation starter while he sits next to her, unprompted and unasked, but pushing over the plate of cookies that's been sitting there since morning and rapidly emptying, too, anyway. And it's true; he has. Not much, of course, not much more than mentioning it's a friend and that she's in a bit of a tough spot right now, but Tim didn't ask either. Not anyone else's business to tell. "Chris, right?"

[twistingdeception]

@hyacinthsgirl |  sc.

     Lᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ her. All lost and confused, seeking for answers that don't exist in the extend she needs them, and those that are given to her; well. The Eye is rotten and clearly putting it's own spin on it, and the other (the one that made the Distortion notice that girl, that rotten boy the Hive had taken an interest in) hardly knows enough himself to be of any help. So it's only fair and nice if she does offer some instead, isn't it?

     "He lies, you know." So does she, of course, but that's something different altogether. "About wanting to help. He only wants to help himself." Maybe not what normal people start with, coming up so suddenly, but — well. A little bit of flair for the dramatic.

[godworn]

@hyacinthsgirl

     Hɪs ʜᴀɴᴅs are ash-stained. Naturally; he's been forgetting his last cigarette almost as soon as it light, and now it's burned down. Did, in fact, scorch the skin when it reached, and even the pain didn't register all that much. Not anymore, not truly. It's easy, in some ways, when he just does it to busy his hands; it's not like the nicotine stays in his bloodstream (is it still blood or something else, something alive on it's own?) long enough to have any effect these days.

     "So. I assume dyin' wasn't fun for you, either."

     (Maybe they never truly died before becoming what they are now, but it feels all the same. And it's an awkward attempt at sympathy.)

[campnursing]

@hyacinthsgirl

     "Nᴏ ɴᴏ no, don't touch that one. It doesn't like it and will scream. Loudly. For not having lungs, it is remarkably loud, actually." Gently, he takes her hand to pull her away from the, admittedly, very beautiful flower pulsing in various colors. He doesn't mention that it also contains enough toxins to kill half the camp in one go, not because he feels like it would scare her or anything, merely because it's not the point right now. Besides, that hardly matters for when it's about it's decorative values, right! Now, if she were to try and create a deadly poison, then it would be relevant and actually one of the better things to use, he'd definitely recommend it.

      "It wouldn't stop screaming once you picked it, either. Not exactly the most charming one to put in your hair, now is it? We can find you some others."

[ofkirkwall]

@hyacinthsgirl | sc.​

     "Oʜ, sᴏʀʀʏ, he gets — extremely excited at people sometimes, he's very friendly but he does not understand how big he is — get back here, you giant idiot."

     She's very much using all her strength to hold the massive dog back by the collar, something that Arl Howl seems less than happy about, fully intent on properly greeting the stranger, so now she's having a stand-off with her own dog.

     (Nothing new, here.)

      “Promise, he just wants pets and hopes you have food.”

[instituteled]

@hyacinthsgirl​ inquired:  "um, if you don't mind me asking, what's your name?"

     Bʏ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ, there's not that much desire to deal with any lost little heart; he's never been too terribly inclined to, not in his own actual youth (no use, after all, unless it's giving power in some way, either in the form of knowing or over someone, generally, and a few all other instances), but it takes a second glance and then, almost instantly, he's keenly interested.

     Oh, this is not good.

     The nature of the Eye (at least, in his personal experience; though he doesn't know many others marked by it as thoroughly with one important exception, of course) is to See, after all, and she — oh, she is marked, but not in any way that he has encountered before, and that is quite bad in itself. Some vague familiarity; after all, all Fears are connected, and as such, they are similar in certain things. One with less knowledge might mistake her for one of the End, maybe, but that's not quite —

     Unfortunate, really, if he's correct. Hard to say just from one look, of course, especially if there has been nothing else quite like it before, but the way death curls around her without touching her is — a clear sign he'll have to adjust any and all plans. He had hoped to be done with everything before this happened, because really, what clearer sign could there be for a new fear to manifest itself if not with an avatar? Though, all things considered; a girl, barely more than a child, with no markings his physical eyes see, as the first of Extinction; it comes as a surprise for certain.

     (Maybe, after all, just something very specific of the End. She doesn't quite feel like it, but — much as it pains him to admit — he's been wrong about things before. And it's downright impossible to truly pin right away.)

     "Certainly." A bit belated; not many things manage to be a true surprise anymore. He's forgotten the thrill of that, though, and it's not an entirely uncomfortable feeling. "Elias Bouchard, and you are — ?"

     (If she's that, though, then it's best to be most helpful; who knows if he might not need her aid, voluntarily or not.)

[upshuring]

@hyacinthsgirl​

                 "I've forgotten th' face of my father."

     It comes quietly, mere stating of a fact. There's a certain bitterness to his voice, but it's not as bad as other days. Mostly — tired, resignated. Another sign that his time is limited; that there will one day no longer be anything left of Miles and just be the Host — if at all.

     Rather depressing thought, that.

[apostlc-a]

22 because Soft Content

Kisses | slightly selectively accepting | @hyacinthsgirl 22 - on the forehead

     Cʜʀɪs ɪs home in an odd way.

     Not — bad. Despite everything, he has fond memories of his home (although more often than not he pictures sitting on his grandmother's front porch instead of the incredibly white suburban house of his later teenage years, a place they never fit in with) and she's that — he feels towards her the same way he does towards his sisters, and that's probably accurate, too. On a logical level he's aware that she's older than him by a long shot, but that doesn't keep him from seeing her as the second little sister he never had, simply because there are so many things about the outside world he can teach her; and in retrospective, there are so many things about the new things that opened up in his second life that she helps him make sense of.

     Well, that, and whatever her magic or what it is does helps actually get himself together for as long as he spends time near her. He's not sure what it is. Were it an illness, it might be psychological, just feeling more relaxed, but it's not; yet here he is actually being able to think. They are never quiet, of course, and he will always feel Them, which — is the worst, but it's almost fine. Almost makes him feel human.

     Mentioned it once, briefly. Didn't want to talk about it too much because he's still keeping the full extend of it to himself, but he wants her to know she's helping. And he's always been better at expressing himself with actions than words (funny for someone that never fucking shuts up), so it's little things. Bringing her new snacks or drinks to try. Little things that remind him of her. Lingering touches on her shoulder or arm, and sometimes, when they have to part for the time being, a gentle kiss on her forehead, staying just a second longer than necessary. Thank you. Thank you for making me not lose myself.

     He hopes she understands what he's trying to tell her.

[eertkciht]

hyacinth

in 2020

[bloodcraved]

@hyacinthsgirl │ permanent starter call │still accepting

             Spring was always a welcoming feeling, the slightly warm breeze whisking across his cold cheeks. He had planted himself on a blanket he brought to a rather empty part of the forest, propping up art supplies to draw the landscape around him. It was a rather quiet time until he decided on a song to sing, letting his voice travel and stir the forest folk, squirrels and other creatures passing by to find the source. What he didn’t expect was SOMEONE in the area, he ceases his singing, a sheepish smile over his lips.           ❛ Hope I didn’t disturb your walk---- the silence was lonely... ❜

[dastardd]

2 - 10 - 11 - 25

2. Strange fact about yourself

I ONLY RECENTLY FOUND OUT ABOUT THIS but i have fish scale disease! i have some patches of skin on my forearms and heels where the dead cells don’t shed as fast as new cells are produced, resulting in some pretty cool scaly looking discolouring

10. Are you an affectionate person

not… really? a lot of affection often seems excessive to me, but i do really like holding hands with my friends……..

11. A movie you could watch over and over again

i’m the type of person who likes to read/watch the same shit again over and over, but in my experience the one movie that just gets better each time you rewatch it is stardust

25. Fictional character you hate

i started watching revolutionary girl utena like once or twice a week at uni with some of my friends and i hate touga kiryuu with the burning passion of a thousand suns…. that little red-haired bitch, he’s not even pretty

[motylheir]

hyacinthsgirl replied to your photo:

is this over the garden wall —

[domiinia]

❝ what is that sound? ❞

THE FIVE SENSES / SENTENCE STARTERS .

{ ● “Hm? Oh, that’s my phone. Just a second… ah, it’s just my ex texting me.”

[godhoarder]

@hyacinthsgirl​​ / sc.

“Hey. Hey Chris.” Unceremoniously, the stranded being shoves a hand towards the woman’s direction, something peculiar and foreign glinting in their grip, an offering of a present to her. Gods above know what it was, it surely was not of origin from the lower realms. It’s color evaded human description and likely even eyes, looking a cross between smashed berries melting to something of a more chilling descriptor. It was gorey in sight and origin alike.

“It a x̶̪̦͛m̸a̶͇̖̽́.” Godie’s voice altered, their thick and indescribable accent growing more prevalent with the foreign word that left them. It was no human tongue they spoke, opting for their home realm’s old language, one that would typically make a human’s nose bleed for several hours till all blood left their body or a migraine so severe it’d genuinely lead to the explosion of their head Chris was no mortal though, so they felt nothing bad would occur should they let slip a word or two of their language, they spoke it much better than any mortal tongue after all.

“It like bone, only smaller and not needed. It for you, use it or burn it, We care not.”

[snakeley]

Queen lyric starter call. (Accepting) 🐍 “ Keep Yourself Alive ” 🐍

      “ -- Stay RIGHT where you are. ”

@hyacinthsgirl​ !! ❤️

[midnightwalkin]

A soft giggle preceded her words. "You have a chocolate stain here." She tapped on the corner of her mouth, then decided taking action was better than talking. She grabbed a paper napkin from the pile on the table and stretched her hand out to clean the infamous stain on Graham's face. A couple of wipes, and it was gone for good. As Chris pulled her hand back, she smiled in satisfaction, as if she had just accomplished something great.

@hyacinthsgirl

“Ah-”

Somehow stains seemed to always pop up. Either on a new jacket, a white collar, or even on his paperwork. Chocolate and coffee were the worst offenders, sometimes it was easier just to toss out a shirt than scrub away the mark. He closed his eye briefly above where she cleaned up his cheek. When Chris leaned back, Graham smiled and rustled her hair.

“Thanks, Chris.”

He chuckled a little bit.

“Maybe, your ‘Dad’ got a little too excited over chocolate cake.”

His brown eyes fell to her plate.

“Oh wait, you have a stain too.”

He lifted his fork and quickly sliced off a corner of her cake. The next second, Graham had popped the stolen prize it into his mouth. His fork hovered ominously while he grinned.

“Huh, that’s weird, I think I see another one right.... over... here.”