#006. CAROLINA. you've been longing for daisies to push through the floor (main)

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tag drop for the treasurer

006.  CAROLINA. among the flowers‚ you hide your aching heart (visage)

006.  CAROLINA. the sight of flowers makes you dream (in character)

006.  CAROLINA. you've been longing for daisies to push through the floor (main)

006.  CAROLINA. asters‚ roses and violets (&ooba)

006.  CAROLINA. before‚ you only saw grey. now‚ everything is bright (about)

006.  CAROLINA. you paint flowers into thin air‚ you endlessly create (aesthetic)

006.  CAROLINA. obscure‚ exasperating‚ delightful (thoughts)

006.  CAROLINA. you got dreams no one can take away (esque)

006.  CAROLINA. autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower (isms)

006.  CAROLINA. how beautiful leaves grow old‚ how full of light and colour are their last days (drabble)

006.  CAROLINA. without songs‚ life would not taste as sweet (music)

006.  CAROLINA. flowers in the garden are like stars in the skies (capricorn)

#006. CAROLINA. among the flowers‚ you hide your aching heart (visage) #006. CAROLINA. the sight of flowers makes you dream (in character) #006. CAROLINA. you've been longing for daisies to push through the floor (main) #006. CAROLINA. asters‚ roses and violets (&ooba) #006. CAROLINA. before‚ you only saw grey. now‚ everything is bright (about) #006. CAROLINA. you paint flowers into thin air‚ you endlessly create (aesthetic) #006. CAROLINA. obscure‚ exasperating‚ delightful (thoughts) #006. CAROLINA. you got dreams no one can take away (esque) #006. CAROLINA. autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower (isms) #006. CAROLINA. how beautiful leaves grow old‚ how full of light and colour are their last days (drabble) #006. CAROLINA. without songs‚ life would not taste as sweet (music) #006. CAROLINA. flowers in the garden are like stars in the skies (capricorn)

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carolina → @chaoticor

dear mercury,

before we get to the purpose of this letter, allow me to introduce myself --- you may call me iris, i enjoy to read  ( preferably historical thrillers )  and my favourite colour is light pink. i hope this letter finds you well, but i know this can be a lot to ask for, these days. too much, sometimes.

it is strange, i think. i used to know only a handful of people who saw a war --- most of which have since passed --- but these days, there are few i could name who did not see a war. there were promises made --- how this was to be a peaceful century. and almost, we could have made it to the end. perhaps i was blue-eyed to hope for a peaceful end of the century; there were all sorts of ill omens such as dragons and demons, after all.

perhaps it was a warning, for i now mourn the deaths of those who were not as . . . fortunate as i. many of those who fell were good, bright mages who have been taken long before their time. then, of course, who am i to say what someone's time is? this is a bad time for philosophical questions, it seems.

--- iris

#chaoticor #chaoticor: dj #death mention tw #006. CAROLINA. you've been longing for daisies to push through the floor (main) #006. CAROLINA. the sight of flowers makes you dream (in character)

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[ @ carolina ] ' i, uh, excuse me - i need your ... advice if you don't mind ... '

she minded. she minded very much, and she was almost certain that he would know that. if there was a virtue to old age, it was that there was very little opposition to whatever grudge one carried. the younger mages might whisper among themselves that she was ancient and thus set in her ways, but they were generally smart enough to gossip out of her sight, but sound carried in this building and carolina’s ears were very sharp, thank you very much.

it was no secret that she did not like the ice mage very much — neither sherry’s pout nor ooba-chan’s insistence that the boy was not that bad had changed anything about her dismay. ooba-chan might trust him, might even like him, but this was not the first time they had disagreed on something. it would not be the last time either; they had disagreed many times in the last — sixty-two years and if the gods smiled upon them, they would continue to disagree with each other for many more years to come. carolina was displeased and ooba-chan did not really understand it, since it was so easy for ooba-chan to like the boy, no? it had not been ooba-chan’s protegée he had bewitched and led astray. it had been carolina’s, and carolina had had great things in mind for the girl — both then and now.

‘ ‘ skip the boring red rose bouquet and press some sunroses in a heavy book before gluing them to a pretty bookmark, ’ ’ she said dryly without even looking up, her eyes dancing across the neat spreadsheets that were covering her desk. ah, there was nothing like honest work to take her mind off things … and it was always a wonderful moment to note that lamia scale was making more money than they were spending.

looking up from her folder after closing it, she frowned. ‘ ‘ you are still here, ’ ’ she pointed out — as if he did not know it. well, there was a small chance that he did not know that he was not welcome in her office, but she could not imagine that he was blind to her dislike. perhaps he was braver than he looked, she mused as she raised an eyebrow … almost intrigued by what he could possibly still want from her. ‘ ‘ or do you need help in choosing the right flowers for a grave? ’ ’ she asked, somewhat softer now. 

lamia scale’s losses in the war pained her more than words could express — mages many decades younger than her were gone before their time. she did not think that it was her time just yet — she was healthy and still had many things to do — but had she fallen instead of someone else, it would have been easy to accept. she had given her life to this guild and its mages, it would have been a worthy death to die for them too.

crossing her  arms over her chest, she regarded the boy thoughtfully before she impatiently snapped her fingers at him, all momentary softness fleeting. ‘ ‘ do speak, boy,’ ’ she commanded. ‘ ‘ i am a busy woman. ’ ’

#vasutia #my apologies #006. CAROLINA. you've been longing for daisies to push through the floor (main) #006. CAROLINA. the sight of flowers makes you dream (in character)

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“ there aren’t a lot of people like you in the world ” // arwyn @ caro. spoken sadly 'cause one of his greatest friends is old and time is a bitch and he doesn't want her to ever go.

carolina knew that she was not only getting older but also getting old. it was written all over her in many languages, was in all the wrinkles that lined her face, though the most painful reminder were the new scars, souvenirs from a war she wished she could erase from her memory. when she had been young, it had been an unspoken promise that her generation would not know war, much less have to fight in it. and still, here she was — honoured by zinnia’s people for organising the defense of the city. honoured although she had not been able to prevent people from dying.

failure had always been a bitter pill to swallow, and she had struggled with it all her life. in her youth and now, she had always had a hard time accepting that perfection was an impossible goal, that no matter how much she tried, she would never reach it. and as so many things had changed, this had been one of the things that had only been etched deeper into her soul.

and yet, she did not feel very old or very angry as she vaulted over the railing and settled down on the ceiling beam next to her guild’s founder. her movement had certainly been more fluid when she had been a few decades younger, but she still did not need to rely on magic to make sure she did not lose her balance and fell.

‘ ‘ oh arwyn, ’ ’ she said with a soft sigh as she gently wrapped her arm around his shoulders and gave him a light squeeze. to an uncomfortably high degree, she understood where he was coming from — she had long buried her parents and her brothers and far too many friends. a pain like this never really dulled, was something one could never get used to. and arwyn, he had seen so many more people die.

she could not make any promises that she would not die for many more years to come — she might feel rather fit and sprightly for her age, but one bout of illness, one nasty fall and this could change entirely. she knew this, had seen it happen to others before. it was why she worried for ooba-chan, why she so firmly supported her idea of retirement — ooba had given almost sixty years to this guild and she should spent the years she had left in peace instead of having to deal with all sorts of silliness the youth  ( and dreyar )  was coming up with.

shifting her weight and humming softly  ( an old melody, but one that never lost its promise of comfort ),  carolina drew lazy circles against arwyn’s shoulder. ‘ ‘ i’m still here, with no plans of leaving lamia scale or you in the near future, ’ ’ she said softly, ‘ ‘ if ooba-chan cannot find an adequate replacement for me, someone who can feasibly handle the guild finances, i will have to stay even after her retirement. ah, it would not be the first time we are separated by a lengthy distance. ’ ’

for a long, long time, ooba and her had spoken about retiring together. it had been a comforting fantasy, especially after the council had been blown to smithereens and no one had known what would come next. then, in these weeks of uncertainty, it had been fun to joke about just retiring if it meant to get out of having to handle the bureaucracy. the thought of actual retirement, however, was an entirely different thing.

ooba-chan had made a choice — a choice carolina did not fully agree with — and so, she was free to leave as soon as she felt that her replacement was ready for the task. but carolina had not spent decades on ensuring that lamia scale was run profitably to retire without having put a contingency in place, a contingency that — as of now — had neither a name nor a face. she had considered multiple candidates for the position, but there was no one she would deem perfect for the task.

sherry was too conservative when it came to finances, adam and kora were too useful out in the field to tie either of them to this desk, and eva was a flight risk, just like always. jura, she thought, might have found a semblance of peace in the numbers, but he was a wizard saint. neil was … well, she did not trust him enough to put so much responsibility into his hands. it did leave yuuka and tobi, she might have to schedule a meeting with the two.

smiling at arwyn, she reached out to fondly ruffle his hair. ‘ ‘ you won’t get rid of me anytime soon, wyn, ’ ’ she promised in the same breath as she prayed that she would be allowed to keep this promise. ‘ ‘ and even if i leave the city, you are free to visit us; ooba-chan has been talking about a cottage by the ocean, with a big garden for me. a change of scenery, if you will. ’ ’

I ACTUALLY ENVY THE SIZE OF YOUR HEART. / accepting

#aureuum #aureuum: arwyn #006. CAROLINA. you've been longing for daisies to push through the floor (main) #006. CAROLINA. the sight of flowers makes you dream (in character)