by Sadcat » Wed Jan 05, 2022 5:25 pm
username: CatOwU
name: Xiion Veen
gender: Agender
about this goob!:
They are believed to be a blessing sent from the gobs.
They own a flower shop where they grow their own stuff and its often used as medicine.
They dont do miracles, but goobs believe that the bring good luck everywhere they go, and they cant go against their word because its somehow true.
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Xiion sighed, it had been the third time this week. She had been recognized in the street again.
Her disguises werent working, how would they? After all, everyone can sense her "holy" aura.
Its exhausting.
Slowly walking up to the one who has called her name, hoping that they were quiet enough for everyone else to not notice, she faked the soft smile she was known to have.
"Hello, how may i help you?" Six words she knew as well as thenback of her hand. She knew their implications. She knew their consequences. And she knew how simple they looked to any outsider.
Simple.
Thats what she was.
A mere tool for everyone else to use, simple to use.
Simple.
Who would throw this opportunity away? Her sleepless thoughts had told her time and time again.
And who would except her? One could charge to be near someone using this power and never have to to anything else.
But it made her feel empty.
Useless, even.
And that was a contradiction, wasn't it?
Thats fine.
Her thoughts have always been like that either way.
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Veen silently took petunias from her garden.
She had been tasked to do so by one of her neighbors.
"Could you get me some petunias in full bloom?" They had said
Of course they had to be in full bloom, of course.
She had stared down the poor flowers for about an hour as if that would help.
Maybe it did, knowing her luck it was not a long shot.
Veen picked peinuas from a garden.
A garden that belonged to her
It felt like part of her being.
Petunias that felt like feathers inbetween her hands... Like her own.
Veen plucked feathers from her body.
Feathers that weren't hers.
Feathers that would never be.
Feathers so far from her reach, yet so close their burnt to just see.
Feathers.
One of the things that would never belong to her.
Last edited by
Sadcat on Sat Mar 05, 2022 1:16 pm, edited 5 times in total.