❝. ━ corrupted whispers ❜

[peachy keen-]

hey-o! you've found this secret, secret message. ⊰ ＯＰＥＮ ＦＯＲ ＰＯＳＴＩＮＧ ⊱ congrats!

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*excuse my horrible layering skills

[peachy keen-]

░░░░░░░░░░ ❛ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ
ｗｈｅｒｅ ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ░░░░
░░░░░░ｐｕｔｔｉｎｇ ａｌｌ
ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｒａｃｔｅｒ ░░
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⊰ ｋｅｙ：name | gender | age | arctic or tropical origin ⊱

thorne balsic | ♂ | nineteen | arctic
beatrice balsic | ♀ | nineteen | arctic
tatum lockhart | ♀ | eighteen | tropical
merrick harper | ♂ | twenty-one | tropical
the belladonna | ♀ish | centuries | neither
⊰ more will be added as the story progresses ⊱

[peachy keen-]

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ｗｈｅｒｅ ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ░░░░
░░░░░░ｐｕｔｔｉｎｇ ａｌｌ
ｔｈｅ ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ ░░░░░
░░░░░░░░░░░ｔｉｔｌｅｓ ❜
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interlude
one

[peachy keen-]

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ｗｈｅｒｅ ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ░░░░
░░░░░░ｐｕｔｔｉｎｇ ａｌｌ
ｔｈｅ ａｒｃｔｉｃ ＆ ░░░░░
░░ｔｒｏｐｉｃａｌ ｉｎｆｏ ❜
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i'll add this info later.

[peachy keen-]

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ｗｈｅｒｅ ｉ'ｌｌ ｂｅ ░░░░
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ｒｅｓｔ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ░░░░░░
░░ｏｂｖｉｏｕｓ ｗｏｒｄｓ ❜
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just in case.

[peachy keen-]

i know they don't really sound like ten year old's, but that was on purpose.
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９ ｙｅａｒｓ ｐｒｉｏｒ ❜ ░░░░░

“Thorne!”

The call, laced with panic and fright, traced back to a small girl, no more than ten, with paper-white skin and tousled, milky white hair. She wrapped her thin sheets tighter around her porcelain frame and slim shoulders. Her dirty cheeks were stained with streaks of fresh tears, which she kept frantically wiping away with the back of her hand. She sat, rigid and shaking, on her mattress, peering through the darkness.

“Beatrice?” a male’s voice echoed back. A boy nearly identical to Beatrice stumbled through the darkened room, until his warm hands found her freezing ones. Thorne scooted closer to the crying girl on the bed. “Beatrice, your fingernails are digging into your palms,” he pointed out, gently prying her hands apart, filling his own in the empty space. “Now,” he instructed gingerly. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Oh Thorne, it was her,” Beatrice gushed, emotion choking her words. “I don’t know what to do—it was horrid—I…I can’t…”

“It’s okay now. I’m here,” purred Thorne, pulling his sister to his chest, sweeping her vanilla bangs away from her forehead, which beaded with perspiration.

“No, you don’t get it!” Beatrice insisted hotly, writhing away from his grasp. “I saw her. I saw the Belladonna!”

Thorne’s first impulse was to laugh. “Don’t joke with me, Beatrice. The Belladonna’s dead. You and everyone else with a brain knows that.”

Beatrice’s hurt at her brother’s disbelief was written all over her face. “I wouldn’t joke about this! She’s back—I just saw her.”

“Bea…”

“Oh, don’t call me that stupid nickname!” she snapped, crossing her arms over one another. “You’re just like everyone else, calling me a nut for something I can’t control! My visions are never wrong, and you know that, Thorne! You’re just too afraid to admit it.”

Thorne inched closer to the seething girl, laying his hand on her bare shoulder, which was dotted with pale freckles. “It was a simple nightmare, Bea. The Belladonna is a coward to come back and torment your dreams—but that’s all you need to remember: she’s only a nightmare now. She can’t harm you.”

“Well,” began Beatrice, shifting so that she was eye-to-eye with Thorne. “If I can’t convince you with words, let me show you.” Her own hands hovered above his, and with her first three fingers, she created mazes of invisible lines and designs on his forearm. In unison, both of the children’s eyelids fluttered closed. Vivid images of the Belladonna flooded Thorne’s head: her true form, a ghastly inky black phantom with an unnerving, toothy grin, a beautiful young lady, as she had once been, and a small child in tattered clothes. He saw her the moment before an attack, when a mother approached the lost child, when a desperate sailor approached the beautiful woman, and when a wandering traveler stumbled across the phantom.

He did not see their fate, but he also did not have to guess as to what it was.

Breaking free from his sister, who now gripped the silver bands on his arm, Thorne drew in a sharp gasp.

“Well?” a very smug Beatrice questioned.

“Can’t be,” he mumbled, abruptly bouncing up, balancing on the balls of his feet. “No, that didn’t prove a thing, Beatrice. They were old images. Had to be.”

“No?” Beatrice echoed, following him up. “I’ve never even seen the Belladonna. Tell me how I knew her image, and don’t you dare say pictures, because there were never any pictures of her. It’s impossible—she literally cannot show up on film.”

Thorne heaved a frustrated sigh, running a shaky hand through his hair. And, without another word, he turned on his heel and left the room.

Though, once back in his own bed, the covers thrown over his head, Thorne couldn’t block out the whispers that crowded his mind.

Such a nice girl. Should have kept her mouth shut, though.

I would have preferred for her to live.

ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ ＯＮＥ →

[Asherwy]

omygoshomygoshomygosh
this looks so creepy and cool and BHJSKGHERKALS
KEEP GOING
i'll be here
i don't like the girl's name tho
but i like it at the same time
because
beating rice
beat. rice.
now read it as that
beatrice
HAH

[noal]

another great start to another great story, bliss!
it's a little vague on the surroundings, though i guess it's from the children's view?
anyway, it's creepy, interestingly-descriptive, &
has an eye catching start, so i know this story is gonna' become an insta-fave! c:

[sky dancer.]

uh.i think ive fallen in love. <3
i love this so muchhh!

[peachy keen-]

omygoshomygoshomygosh
this looks so creepy and cool and BHJSKGHERKALS
KEEP GOING
i'll be here
i don't like the girl's name tho
but i like it at the same time
because
beating rice
beat. rice.
now read it as that
beatrice
HAH

THANK YOU ASH
ILY
but-
...but
that's not how it's pronounced
but now i'm always going to think of that when i type/read/hear the name
CURSE YOU ASH
and, for the general audience to understand: i was not "inspired" to name the girl beatrice because of divergent.
i simply like the name. even though asherwy ruined it for me
so. cx

another great start to another great story, bliss!
it's a little vague on the surroundings, though i guess it's from the children's view?
anyway, it's creepy, interestingly-descriptive, &
has an eye catching start, so i know this story is gonna' become an insta-fave! c:

thanks! i'm so glad that you like it.
yeah, i know it's reallllllyyyy vague. i'm terrible at descriptions so eventually i was just like, "whatever. this story won't have a description". and then the other thing with the arctics & tropicals.
.... yeah ....
i really didn't feel like explaining everything for them. it's pretty simple but still.
i am a lazy person when i want to be. xD

uh.i think ive fallen in love. <3
i love this so muchhh!

I AM SO HAPPY THAT PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKE THIS.
but it will never be more awesome than you are, jen. ♥