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name: hecate
gender: female
orientation: lesbian
moodboard: ★
greatest fear: scopophobia, the fear of being watched or stared at. your eyes can see everything, even the things people never wanted you to see, and more importantly, other's can see your own. nothing is hidden from the eyes; all your deepest, darkest secrets are out in the open to be read and used against you.
hecate takes great care to avoid the spotlight, to keep her mind's door closed and locked with a golden key, and make sure the secrets she's amounted over the years stay secrets. she wishes for nothing more than solitude and a life of peace, and that those who gaze upon her do not stare too long.
some refer to her as 'medusa' for her clear disdain of being stared at, however there is no magical power that makes her fearful, or a curse placed upon her that makes her unable to stand being watched. she just cannot stand the eyes of her peers, judging, calculating, waiting for even a simple mistake, a minor error, to use as reason to pounce. paranoia, others say, has driven her to this sorry state of absurd shyness. she trusts no one, lets none look closely at her face, and never lets anyone in.
hecate prefers the word caution, or carefulness, preparation; she would never admit paranoia ate away at her until nothing but fear was left. it makes her weak, makes her careless, makes her pitiful, and lest of all, she could not stand a look of pity directed at her way, much less any other form of emotion expressed because of her.
embarrassing it is, to be pitied by those around you, who stare and stare and stare, looking for reasons, looking for answers, looking for things they arent entitled to know.
it infuriates her, yet all the same she shies away, hides, seeks solace in the places where no one dare brave for fear of the worst.
it's ironic to her in a way, in that the greatest fear of those around her is the one she can brave through wind and rain, but when it comes to the simple act of speech with another, the fear of being stared at and judged overwhelms, and she retreats like a frightened field mouse. very, very ironic.
gender: female
orientation: lesbian
moodboard: ★
greatest fear: scopophobia, the fear of being watched or stared at. your eyes can see everything, even the things people never wanted you to see, and more importantly, other's can see your own. nothing is hidden from the eyes; all your deepest, darkest secrets are out in the open to be read and used against you.
hecate takes great care to avoid the spotlight, to keep her mind's door closed and locked with a golden key, and make sure the secrets she's amounted over the years stay secrets. she wishes for nothing more than solitude and a life of peace, and that those who gaze upon her do not stare too long.
some refer to her as 'medusa' for her clear disdain of being stared at, however there is no magical power that makes her fearful, or a curse placed upon her that makes her unable to stand being watched. she just cannot stand the eyes of her peers, judging, calculating, waiting for even a simple mistake, a minor error, to use as reason to pounce. paranoia, others say, has driven her to this sorry state of absurd shyness. she trusts no one, lets none look closely at her face, and never lets anyone in.
hecate prefers the word caution, or carefulness, preparation; she would never admit paranoia ate away at her until nothing but fear was left. it makes her weak, makes her careless, makes her pitiful, and lest of all, she could not stand a look of pity directed at her way, much less any other form of emotion expressed because of her.
embarrassing it is, to be pitied by those around you, who stare and stare and stare, looking for reasons, looking for answers, looking for things they arent entitled to know.
it infuriates her, yet all the same she shies away, hides, seeks solace in the places where no one dare brave for fear of the worst.
it's ironic to her in a way, in that the greatest fear of those around her is the one she can brave through wind and rain, but when it comes to the simple act of speech with another, the fear of being stared at and judged overwhelms, and she retreats like a frightened field mouse. very, very ironic.
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