#oh kashvi i love you so much

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𝕬 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞 𝖙𝖔 𝕯𝖎𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗… @la-llama-sims Day VIII - Greek Goddess

In her old coven, Kashvi is a princess, a babaylan, and could be considered as a goddess. Goddess of the Vampires, perhaps?

Outfit from Natalia-Auditore's Persephone Set

[kashvis]

the quintessential kashvi singh playlist — task #4

lilac wine - nina simone / love is a losing game - amy winehouse / green garden - laura mvula / criminal - fiona apple / don’t watch me cry - jorja smith / focus - H.E.R. / ultraviolence - lana del rey / ruler of my heart - irma thomas / back to black - amy winehouse / smother - daughter / simmer - hayley williams / eric - mitski / big god - florence and the machine / happy - MARINA / white gloves - khruangbin / home with you - FKA twigs / wonderful - lianne la havas / help i’m alive - metric / this woman’s work - kate bush / don’t know how to keep loving you - julia jacklin / black dog - arlo parks / old money - lana del rey / the walker - christine and the queens /  river - ibeyi / celebrity skin - hole / begging for thread - BANKS / masseduction (piano version) - st. vincent / medusa (acoustic) - kailee morgue / glory box - portishead / we might be dead by tomorrow - soko / valerie - amy winehouse / happiness is a butterfly - lana del rey / bedroom hymns - florence and the machine 

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LILAC WINE by NINA SIMONE:  When I think more than I want to think / Do things I never should do / I drink much more than I ought to drink / Because it brings me back you / Lilac wine is sweet and heady like my love / Lilac wine, I feel unsteady like my love    

Wine & yearning. Kashvi in a nutshell. Also she really loves Nina Simone.   

LOVE IS A LOSING GAME by AMY WINEHOUSE: For you, I was a flame / Love is a losing game     

To love so deeply in a place where everything is a form of war ... is there really any winning? Potential song for Solvi, depending on the endgame. Amy Winehouse is another artist Kashvi likes.    

DON’T WATCH ME CRY by JORJA SMITH: I'm not crying 'cause you left me on my own / I'm not crying 'cause you left me with no warning / I'm just crying 'cause I can't escape what could've been   

The break-up song for Arun Zhao (x). Kash also really digs Jorja.

ULTRAVIOLENCE by LANA DEL REY: 'Cause I was filled with poison / But blessed with beauty and rage   

Haha, cringe. Kashvi is an unironic Lana del Rey stan. Poison is a theme that comes up aplenty with Kash, besides; she thinks Gabrielle is venomous, she swallows all the venom on her tongue, is a poisonous snake lying in wait, etc.  

SIMMER by HAYLEY WILLIAMS:  Oh, how to draw the line between wrath and mercy? [..]  Mmm, and if my child needed protection / From a fucker like that man / I'd sooner gut him / 'Cause nothing cuts like a mother   

Give it up for protective fury.   

ERIC by MITSKI: But how long, how long can we play this way / I'm tired, I'm tired of not loving you / My heart, my heart wants to hold you / But I know, I know, I know the rules  

Screams in Solvi. Thank you Rey. This whole song just makes me :screamcat:.

[kashvis]

carman.

“ GOOD, ” CARMAN DECLARES RESOLUTELY, “ Neither do I. ” Carman likes a good verbal sparring, but she’s not particularly interested in being caught in the cross fire of unnecessary rivalries. At the end of the day, all the gangs were criminals and had much more to lose working against each other than working beside each other. ( The elder Sadik isn’t so silly that she’d claim any of the gangs should work with each other no matter how fun she thought it might be. ) Speculating at anything Gabrielle may be thinking at any given moment is a futile exercise in Carman’s mind – the woman lived for being unpredictable and the Virtue would rather spend her time doing her job rather than think on what the Horseman’s next move might be.

“ Hmm, is that how it works do you think? ” The question is genuine, posed with such childlike wonder that for a moment Carman seems young again, an innocent wondering why her father closed the door to his office after dinner, or why he’d looked so furious when other children played with the Wardens. It hadn’t taken her too much longer to figure out that her father wasn’t a bad person, just that the meaning of bad was determined by other people. For her, his actions helped create the life she so loved, and so his choices couldn’t be wrong, just necessary. The complexities of morality boiled down to utilitarian purpose, and yet this particular kind of love she still struggled to understand. Carman looks at Kashvi more carefully, voices her next question more bluntly. “ So how does it work with you and Sol? I can guess who’s hard, but who’s actually the soft one? ” Well, no one had ever accused the younger woman of maturity.

And in any case, gossip was a safer option than delving into her Seraphim’s romantic entanglements any further and certainly safer than suggesting she was unsure how to handle her familial responsibilities. The urge to be dismissive swells in her chest, a certain pounding no she’s mine possessively pumping her heart. For Eden, she clenches her fist and offers a sunny smile. “ You actually mean that, don’t you? ” Carman laughs incredulously, before sighing gently. She gives one sharp nod. “ Saint would, I’m sure, but I don’t think she’d be any less angry at him. I’d appreciate knowing she’s not going catatonic. ” Carman is trying for humor, but concern tinges her voice, too obvious to hide. She’s glad it’s Kashvi who is here to hear it, and no one else. “ Thank you. ”

Oh, Carman and her clever little tongue. Kashvi has to admire it, but she likes it little when she’s on the receiving end of the older Sadik’s sister’s smart mouth. A mention of Solomon closes her features off, face almost stone-like. Despite her open and compassionate heart, she is a private person, and to speak of Solomon as if he’s to her what Astrid is to Juno — well, Kashvi is in no mood to do such a thing. Especially not in front of Carman, as it is hardly any of her business. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She forces herself to relax, not wanting to seem like she has a stick up her arse ( despite the fact that she most definitely does ) and lets her gaze travel from Carman to the rest of the scene. 

She knows this world is not made for warm and compassionate hearts like her own, but maybe that is why Kashvi so stubbornly clings to it. Gabrielle Warden wishes to create an environment that freezes and creates fear — she’ll bring some warmth to it. She hardly responds to Carman’s laugh and question, simply shrugging her shoulders. “You’ll find I don’t often lie, so yes.”

Kashvi considers that, for a moment. “I love Saint, but he’s not always the best at being comforting.” She says it with a certain care, as she knows that Carman and Saint have a long history of friendship. “Anytime.” Her eyes are sharp for a moment as she looks around for anyone who might overhear her next words, even if they’re not half as treacherous as most of her thoughts. “I think it’s a bad call, to task Eden with it.” Under those words shines the truth that Kashvi disagrees with Gabrielle’s methods, and she looks at Carman, ready to take in the other’s reaction. “I get that Gabrielle feels a certain urgency, but it’s rushed. And Eden is good at what she does.” No need to ruin that.