aria
She/Her
twenty-six
january 31st
po town, alola
sapiosexual
perfumer
associate
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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ARIADNE MAUCH
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POSTED ON Aug 25, 2023 6:39:20 GMT
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"that just means you're weak~" she'll taunt with her snide remarks, and raised cheeks do nothing to hide any sort of amusement. she'll admit that she doesn't know what a lycanroc looks like, but the way it trots across the dirt and lets out soft growls or howls is enough an indicator that points to cuteness, or fluffiness, or neither. she heard that it's a rock type, and her mind can only picture it as a rock hard canine. certainly, not the best sleeping companion. [break][break]
to each their own. [break][break]
the same can be said about the fireworks - to each their own. whilst she can hear the ooo's and ahhhh's from the surrounding onlookers, it's quickly fizzled out by one explosion followed by the last. it's a loud bang. it reminds her of those times she's slammed boxes into the door frames at her shop. not pleasant, sometimes painful, and just enough to have her cringe. they're probably beautiful - she wouldn't doubt it. [break][break]
something's put in her lap, and the smell certainly gives it away - it was obvious enough to make her squint a little at the dairy smell. her nose being just as sensitive as her ears was both a blessing and a curse. [break][break]
her fingers run over the container, first, before cautiously poking at a pick to grab at the first cube she runs the wood over. before she chews it, she lets it melt atop of her tongue for the flavour to set. then she bites and savours. it's good cheese, and it's good enough to get her to hum. at least there's something she can enjoy. [break][break]
nothing can ruin her moment, especially not when she's given some good food. [break][break]
at least, she thought nothing could.[break][break]
an odd question is posed, considering the person. for a little while, she was sure that he wouldn't end up asking. she's so surprised that she quirks a brow, but that's about as far as she'll let the mask slip. "hm?" she hums, feigning processing as another firework makes a bang overhead. she's not trying to confirm - she's trying to respond. [break][break]
there's such a brief window for her smile to falter, and maybe it would have been hidden beneath the veil of darkness if it weren't for the accursed lights. [break][break]
"glaucoma" ariadne takes another cheese cube with the pick, lifting it up idly, with the same, indifferent smile to her lips. "it's an eye disease that damages the eye, or the nerve." she explains further, "and we found out about it a little too late." [break][break]
she speaks with a smile, in such a matter-of-fact tone. aria's explained it just enough times for it to become routine, or scripted. [break][break]
not yet enough to accept it.
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