✴︎ ◜ 𝓽𝐡𝐞 𝓼𝐞𝐞𝐫 .

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀Frowning. She didn't
⠀⠀⠀mean to scare off the
⠀⠀⠀bunny she found .
⠀⠀

[ ࿆ ] ooc .

Me, please 🙋‍♀️

⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀
⠀⠀˖ ֹ𓂃 ⴰ ‌࣭ ᭥⠀𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 𝙸𝚂 ♡ ₎
⠀ ⠀MY ៸៸ ୭ ︵ 𝐎𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 丷
𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘐’𝘔 ִֶָ ࣪ ꒦ THE
𝐎N𝐋Y ⸳ 𝁼 𑁤 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 .
⠀⠀
⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀transparency and phantom
⠀⠀⠀nature. Every movement was touched
⠀⠀⠀by that of calm — an acceptance
⠀⠀⠀to the end she had met long ago.

⠀⠀⠀Such amplification was of no
⠀⠀⠀startle, a light smile gracing her
⠀⠀⠀lips. “Will you tell me what that
⠀⠀⠀is like?” She asks in kind.

⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀No eyes followed, but she sensed
⠀⠀⠀the depths and very fibers of his
⠀⠀⠀presence. It was everywhere, yet
⠀⠀⠀here before her — something that
⠀⠀⠀only furthered her curiosities.

⠀⠀⠀She rose, her movement steady.
⠀⠀⠀The edges of her form shift in
⠀⠀⠀a faded end, giving way to her
⠀⠀⠀subtle +

⋆ 𓂅 ⬪ 𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗟𝗬 —— 𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗚 ，
at the 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚂 𓍯 in 𝐓𝐇E 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙐𝙀,
struggling with the 𝘕𝘖𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕 that
𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴, 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙼. ꒥ ✰ 𓆪

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀Spirit's head turns to the
⠀⠀⠀creature next to her, eyes
⠀⠀⠀covered and unseen.
⠀⠀⠀“This is truly yours?”
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀As they arrived at this
⠀⠀⠀structure, curiosity set
⠀⠀⠀itself in her expression
⠀⠀⠀— alongside confusion.
⠀⠀⠀“I have known such woods
⠀⠀⠀as these for so long, yet I
⠀⠀⠀have never seen this here
⠀⠀⠀before.” Her confusion is
⠀⠀⠀evident in her words, her
⠀⠀⠀tone remaining gentle.

⠀⠀⠀+
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀She was reminiscent of her time
⠀⠀⠀with the animal, a cherished memory
⠀⠀⠀of her own. Her fingers trace its
⠀⠀⠀head, petting it gently. Her head
⠀⠀⠀rose again to face him. “Are you
⠀⠀⠀a Reaper?” Her curiosity remains.
⠀⠀

⠀
⠀⠀⠀A hand extends towards the
⠀⠀⠀head, tenderly tracing digits over
⠀⠀⠀its ear. ”How morbidly beautiful,”
⠀⠀⠀She remarks with a slight melancholic
⠀⠀⠀tone. “I had been watching
⠀⠀⠀this deer for days, remaining close
⠀⠀⠀by until it the layed down, fell to
⠀⠀⠀sleep and never woke up.”
⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀The flower dissipates from his
⠀⠀⠀hand, carries in stream by the
⠀⠀⠀breeze. She witnessed it herself,
⠀⠀⠀however, she reamined untouched
⠀⠀⠀by the gesture.

⠀⠀⠀His smile is not met, the woman's
⠀⠀⠀attention moving back to attention
⠀⠀⠀moving back to the deer who lay
⠀⠀⠀still and unmoving.
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀height : 5 foot 7 inches .
⠀⠀⠀weight : ×××
⠀⠀⠀︎species : spirit/ghost .
⠀⠀⠀s/o : pansexual .
⠀⠀⠀DOB : may 27th .
⠀⠀⠀horoscope : gemini .⠀⠀
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀name : Iryah .
⠀⠀⠀titles : seer, the seer, spirit,
⠀⠀⠀lady of the lake/forest, eyeless,
⠀⠀⠀no eyes, and more .
⠀⠀⠀age : died age 26 .
⠀⠀⠀sex : female .
⠀⠀⠀pronouns : she / her .
⠀

my account will not be tolerated. This is my own creative, safe space, and having any try to come forward and attempt to control my character or account will not be tolerated.

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀● Understand that this account is entirely fiction and not a means of factual information. Nothing of my character is based on anything outside of fiction. Please, do not get the line between fiction and reality blurred.

⠀⠀⠀● Any attempts to place control over what it is I do with +
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀𝓫𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 .
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝓪𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 .
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓪𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 .
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝓹𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚 .
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ 𝓫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝓲𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 .
⠀⠀

[ ࿆ ] ooc .

Witnessing the amount of spn accounts has me wanting to rewatch the series again . 🤭

⠀⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀white serene form. There is
⠀⠀⠀observance, head tilting in the
⠀⠀⠀the faintest of movements.

⠀⠀⠀“No,” Her answer is simple, and
⠀⠀⠀her attention unwavering. “I am not.”
⠀⠀⠀Her words are flush to the cool
⠀⠀⠀air that surrounded her but
⠀⠀⠀not of malice.
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀Such an emptiness in the
⠀⠀⠀air did not appear unnoticed.
⠀⠀⠀Her attention lifts, the display
⠀⠀⠀of an unfamiliar face appearing
⠀⠀⠀before her unseen eyes.

⠀⠀⠀She is silent, the beams of the
⠀⠀⠀moon above casting down upon
⠀⠀⠀her +
⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀gown of white wisping in
⠀⠀⠀her wake.
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀Iryah observes as this being
⠀⠀⠀lifts itself to its feet, following
⠀⠀⠀its lead. Bare footed strides
⠀⠀⠀appear to barely graze the
⠀⠀⠀grounds beneath, her
⠀⠀⠀movement merciful.

⠀⠀⠀She moves in silence, allowing
⠀⠀⠀the quiet to consume their
⠀⠀⠀walk. In calm, she remains close
⠀⠀⠀by, her +
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀of these haunted lands.
⠀⠀⠀However, such a voice
⠀⠀⠀cuts through the silence.
⠀⠀

⠀⠀
⠀⠀⠀For a moment, this silence
⠀⠀⠀ensued. The expression this
⠀⠀⠀figure possessed remained
⠀⠀⠀unreadable, peeking from
⠀⠀⠀behind said branch.

⠀⠀⠀“Why do you venture here?”
⠀⠀⠀She speaks, her curiosity
⠀⠀⠀evident within her words.
⠀⠀⠀Her voice was soft, like the
⠀⠀⠀whispering breeze +
⠀⠀

as fate would have it.
i adopted two boys,
and they grew up great.

they grew up heroes.

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