pillowtail's name:
lima
gender:
nonbinary
personality:
very loud and somewhat aggressive, lima is always more than happy to project their opinion across the room and get into a verbal fistfight with anyone who disagrees. they're not really capable of holding conversations with strangers all that well, not do they have a particular desire to. the headphones are a necessary part of their daily life since they get migraines and have trouble focusing when confronted with basically every other sound ever.
how does the world look to them?
there are thin threads of pale blue filtering from a pillowtail's mouth as she hums, and lima twitches. dark splotches of wine and hazelnut quickly join in as another one (j his name starts with a j) walks in and says... something. what is he saying? lima can't focus through the haze of blue and red and brown and green filling their vision, twisting around their head in thick ropes and splashes of color that look bright and ugly in comparison to the calm darkness of their eyelids.
they close their eyes. the colors follow. lima winces when their head throbs.
a new sound joins, gray sparks of somebody's heels clicking against the waxed wooden floors. another, slightly darker shade of red cuts through the other colors harshly with a single burst. it spreads, one solid red line that shifts a few times, and suddenly lima is smiling because the familiar weight of their headphones are already beating back the sounds of everything else. they risk opening their eyes, just to see who the red is
its erin, that saint. she directs them toward the couch with soft smile, and lima watches, unable to hear anything other than the soft notes in their ears, as she shoves everyone else out of the room.
song:
×∆×
lima
gender:
nonbinary
personality:
very loud and somewhat aggressive, lima is always more than happy to project their opinion across the room and get into a verbal fistfight with anyone who disagrees. they're not really capable of holding conversations with strangers all that well, not do they have a particular desire to. the headphones are a necessary part of their daily life since they get migraines and have trouble focusing when confronted with basically every other sound ever.
how does the world look to them?
there are thin threads of pale blue filtering from a pillowtail's mouth as she hums, and lima twitches. dark splotches of wine and hazelnut quickly join in as another one (j his name starts with a j) walks in and says... something. what is he saying? lima can't focus through the haze of blue and red and brown and green filling their vision, twisting around their head in thick ropes and splashes of color that look bright and ugly in comparison to the calm darkness of their eyelids.
they close their eyes. the colors follow. lima winces when their head throbs.
a new sound joins, gray sparks of somebody's heels clicking against the waxed wooden floors. another, slightly darker shade of red cuts through the other colors harshly with a single burst. it spreads, one solid red line that shifts a few times, and suddenly lima is smiling because the familiar weight of their headphones are already beating back the sounds of everything else. they risk opening their eyes, just to see who the red is
its erin, that saint. she directs them toward the couch with soft smile, and lima watches, unable to hear anything other than the soft notes in their ears, as she shoves everyone else out of the room.
song:
×∆×
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