#v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)

[briingmayflowers]

@ignisregina summoned a Mirror Entity

Deirdre couldn't stand small talk, but in this situation she had very little choice. It was a regular occurrence for her to be confused with May and, since she had escaped her mirrored prison, she was beginning to get used to the fact. The easiest cover-up story May had managed to come up with was that they were long lost twin sisters and - while Deirdre felt nauseous at the very idea of being related to May - she really had no other choice.

"If you're looking for May, that isn't me," she sighed exasperatedly. "I'm her...sister, Deirdre." She took a sip of her coffee, then looked at the other woman. "Are you a friend of hers?"

#ignisregina #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main) #[Hey! I hope this is okay! ^^]

[briingmayflowers]

@moonstoneandjoy summoned a Mirror Entity

Deirdre looked up from her seat on the park bench where she had been reading a gothic romance novel to observe a stranger. There had been a familiar tug in her chest and a tingling sensation that shot through her core the moment he had appeared into view. They had magic; whether they were aware of it or not. Putting her book aside, she observed them carefully through narrowed blue eyes. It was on the tip of her tongue to speak to them, but she needed an excuse.

"You look lost," Was the first thing she decided upon, immediately regretting it only moments later. "Couldn't help but notice, I mean."

#[Hey! I hope this is okay! :D] #moonstoneandjoy #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)

[briingmayflowers]

"What are you staring at? Did I take your seat or something?"

#[Feeling anxious so naturally Deirdre is awake right before I go to bed] #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main) #| 'sup?' (deirdre open)

[briingmayflowers]

@goreccre​ liked [x]

Deirdre hated Hollowford. She hated the neat little cottages, the gossiping elders and the jeering teenagers, but whenever May came home, she was forced to go with her. As always, May had told her to keep out of sight but, today, she didn’t feel like it. If anyone thought she was her cutesy counterpart, she could just tell them she was dressed up for an early Halloween party or something; or just not answer.

Ducking into the first coffee shop she could find, she made her order and browsed some of the cookies on sale while she waited. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching her. Looking over her shoulder, she caught sight of someone she didn’t recognise from the list of people she actively avoided in this little village.

“Are you looking at me or these?” She gestured with her thumb to the selection of cakes. 

#goreccre #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)

[briingmayflowers]

@hoaxfaith​ continued ...

Deirdre loved this coffee shop. It was her favourite spot in town where she could escape May’s little life for a while and feel like she was her own person. Mortis knew this and it made her blood boil to see him sitting there, in her usual seat.

“The only thing I’ll crush, demon,” she snarled. “Is every bone in your spine if you don’t move.”

#hoaxfaith #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main) #[Nobody stands between Deirdre and coffee xD]

[briingmayflowers]

"Heeeyyyy DeiDei." Uh oh. Here's Wilford. "What sorta person are ya into? What's th' ideal type if yer lookin' fer a date?" (rosetintedgunman, who realised he could pester Deirdre)

Ask my muse about their love life! || accepting || @rosetintedgunman

Deirdre looked up through the overhang of her dark brows and heaved a sigh. "Oh, it's you..." she droned, lifting herself up from the book she had been reading before his arrival. She had taken care to conceal the cover and the contents with her folded arms, but a keen eye could see it was a supernatural romance novel.

"...for some reason, I feel obliged to tell you. If you promise not to call me DeiDei again." She placed her chin in her hands and looked off with a languid hum.

"I guess I kinda like clever people...the sort of person who can tell you, like, a million things about a subject and you could listen to them talk about it all day because it makes them happy. I guess you'd call them-" She made air quotes with her index and middle fingers. "-nerds, but...so what?"

"And they'd need to be funny, too. Someone who can actually make me forget about the fact that ninety five percent of my life is spent worrying about stupid things...and hating everything. If they're a goth or into spooky stuff, that's just a bonus. And my ideal first date would be exploring somewhere abandoned or meeting up in a cemetery..."

She licked her lips, breaking herself out of a daydream. "...'cause, y'know...whatever. Shut up."

#rosetintedgunman #[SHE OPENED UP! SHE OPENED UP!] #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)

[briingmayflowers]

@venusexstillhaven​ continued from [x]

Deirdre, who had been half smiling at the time of her quip, lost all trace of it the moment the Siren snapped at her. When she shouted, Deirdre flinched and recoiled. The words had hit her in her core, yet she stood as if they hadn’t touched her. She steeled herself, her fingers coiling into fists that caused her black nails to dig into her palms. Her heart raced, sending cold convulsions through her chest and stomach. With a deep, shuddering breath, a tight smile pressed on her lips.

“Fine,” she hissed, her smile dropping as she backed away. She scoffed. “Guess you’re not in the mood for jokes today. Fuck...”

#v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main) #venusexstillhaven #[YIKES ;A;]

[briingmayflowers]

@timekeptx summoned a Mirror Entity

This should not have happened. Deirdre had double and triple checked her route before she had even set foot near the Mirror and she had been certain that there had been no one around in any direction. How had she been spotted?

Standing with one leg over the frame and one resting on a crate on the other side, she stared at the man with wide blue eyes and whispered words lingering on dry lips; like a rabbit caught in headlights.

"W-?" she began, taking a deep breath to compose herself and stepping fully from the surface of the mirror and into the room. "Where-? Where did you come from?" Then, more forcefully: "You didn't see anything!"

#v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main) #timekeptx #[Hello! :3 I hope this is okay~]

[briingmayflowers]

By definition, nothing that has been left on May's table looks 'Christmassy', so it totally counts as an 'end of year' present. There's a glass jar that protected a small holly plant, the colours of which are more vibrant than usual. There are other glass containers too, for the intruder had learned that a witch can never have too many glass thingamabobs. There's even a little bundle of carrots for Peter!

But don't think Deirdre has been forgotten. There's a little gift bag with her name on it. There's a pale yellow pouch with a lavender design embroidered on it. The pouch is mostly full, but completely sealed, allowing for gentle squeezing to release a smell of lavender. Accompanying that, there's a small hot water bottle in a toy that looks like a black cat. (rosetintedgunman)

Although May's family didn't celebrate Christmas as such, the festive season had always held a special place in her heart. From the day that Yule began on the twenty first until the start of the new year, she spent time with the ones she loved, ate tasty treats, shared gifts and honoured centuries old traditions.

Flouncing through from the bathroom on the morning of the twenty fifth, dressed in a festive jumper and jeans, she was surprised to not only find Deirdre sitting on the end of her bed with Fawkes on her lap, but to find that she was also wearing a festive jumper with white snowflakes and skulls knitted into the pattern.

"I think your pink friend has stopped by," she commented with a nod towards her bedside table, the tips of her painted fingernails running against Fawkes' black fur.

"Wilford?" A bright smile spread across May's lips, stopping in front of the presents that had been left there.

"If that's the guy who has a pink moustache, then yes," she responded noncommittally. "Except...his moustache was only a little pink and he was dressed like Santa Claus for some reason." May smiled knowingly, eyeing the glass containers and vibrant holly plant. "Yep, that'll be him! How did he know I needed some new containers for my herbs?"

"Because he's Santa Claus?" suggested Deirdre drily, rolling her eyes. When May didn't object, Deirdre suddenly seemed surprised. "Wait...he's not really-?"

May turned over the tag on the gift bag and picked it up to hand it to Deirdre. "See for yourself. There's a present here for you, too." Exchanging a look of bewilderment between May and the bag, Deirdre timidly reached forward to peer inside. Before she had even inspected the present, the smell of lavender wafted into her face and immediately her muscles relaxed.

Even Fawkes seemed calmed by the scent, his eyes closing lethargically as a soft purr hummed into the air. Deirdre's fingers ran over the embroidery, feeling the rough lines in the stitching. May sat opposite her on her dressing table stool, silently watching her Mirror Self taking in the presents with a soft expression of wonder.

Once she had fully inspected the pouch, she reached into the bag and pulled out the hot water bottle shaped like a black cat. Her hands ran through the soft fur and she hugged it into her chest. Then, she tried to show Fawkes that it looked like him, but she noted how he was fast asleep. Seeing that, she couldn't help but laugh, which prompted May to join her.

"Believe he's the real Santa now?" asked May. Deirdre looked up at her, eyes sparkling. "...Maybe. Tell him I said thanks, okay?"

@rosetintedgunman

#[I think Wilf has made Deirdre's year ;o;] #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main) #v: living the dream (main) #rosetintedgunman

[briingmayflowers]

“Please...don’t make me go back in the mirror.”

#[She read the blurb from the last post and got scared :c] #| 'sup?' (Deirdre open) #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)

[briingmayflowers]

“Unpleasant to feel that people were discussing you.” -from @tempusxrosa

agatha christie : and then there were none … sentence starters || accepting || @tempusxrosa

"You get used to it," responded Deirdre drily, wrapping her arms around her middle. "After a while, I mean. People will always gossip about you. Either you ignore them..." She looked at her blankly. "...or you give them something to really talk about."

#v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main) #tempusxrosa

[briingmayflowers]

“I don’t bury hatchets, I sharpen them.”

#| 'sup?' (Deirdre open) #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)

[briingmayflowers]

“You’re allowed to step into the light. You’re allowed to live.” (Roman, theauthorlives, for Deirdre?)

random sad dialogue … sentence starters || accepting || @theauthorlives

With her back to him, Deirdre's eyes raised to the ceiling to prevent herself from crying. She wrapped an arm around herself and swallowed on the lump in her throat.

"It's...hard," she breathed, trailing off. "It's hard to feel that way when you're so dark inside."

#v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main) #theauthorlives

[briingmayflowers]

“And I’m still a believer, but I don’t know why.”

taylor swift : folklore album || accepting || @videonastycore

"...Sometimes, belief is all you really have," confessed Deirdre, looking at her skirt absentmindedly. "And I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing."

#videonastycore #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)

[briingmayflowers]

“I’m drawn ever deeper, in the Oldest House and all these empty rooms.”

#| 'sup?' (Deirdre open) #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)

[briingmayflowers]

triangle question for deirdre- what’s it like being a shadow of another person?

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character || accepting || @videonastycore

"...Five."

"It's...all I've ever been. Supposedly, I'm a shapeless, formless entity when I'm not reflecting, so being an image of someone else is all I've ever known. But...for me, it's lonely. Most reflections enter the world, are instructed to do something and then return to the mirror none the wiser...but to be sentient, to feel everything and have free will...it's...maddening, sometimes. I wasn't ever supposed to be this way and I'm still working out if that's a good or bad thing."

#videonastycore #v: walking around with my little rain cloud (deirdre main)