Post by sigrun on May 31, 2015 22:19:24 GMT -5
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[attr="class","appbg"]
[attr="class","appn"]n/a
[attr="class","appc"]age 530
[attr="class","appc"]group djinni
[attr="class","appc"]sex n/a
[attr="class","appc"]occupation contracted
[attr="class","appp"]
she has had many names, been many things. first, she was smoke and then she was fire, a dancing inferno scattering sparks.[break][break]
he fell in love with a wisp of smoke, a dancing flame on a hearth; and he called it to him - and then it was his.[break][break]
but a flame, even a small one will burn a man, and so he gave it a body and he gave it a name and it - she, mele - let him. words have never held any gravity, they were only noise; nor did she need music to dance. she beat her own rhythm into the ground with bare feet. she was not a proud or powerful creature, but when she danced she shook the earth, she breathed smoke, and she could drown a man in the blue of her hair.[break][break]
she was not obedient, nor eager to please. but neither did she understand spite, or see reason not to dance when he told her to. frivolous and sweet; they got along well, master and pet.[break][break]
-[break][break]
naive, always that word and she starts to hate the sound of it, the drowsy arrhythmic drag of the vowels. having seen all she has is not the same as understanding it. she is simple and she wishes the world was, too. she leaves, insistent that it can be made so. [break][break]
she doesn't keep time nor does she count anything she sees. she knows the salty taste of coastal air, she's walked the skeletal ruins of cities as lavish as paris, once. there is a longing, or perhaps an extraneous tug that she ignores. she is blackened with soot and jubilant with laughter. she is not much changed.[break][break]
-[break][break]
she comes back and she is no longer mele, any more than he is the bright-eyed and smooth-skinned boy of years past. when she runs her fingers along the scar tissue, perhaps she needs to feel something. what was the word again - rage?[break][break]
(sigrun means protector, but sigrun is the girl who knows nothing of anger but knows a few things about regret, resting her head on his chest.)
[attr="class","appi"]
she has had many names, been many things. first, she was smoke and then she was fire, a dancing inferno scattering sparks.[break][break]
he fell in love with a wisp of smoke, a dancing flame on a hearth; and he called it to him - and then it was his.[break][break]
but a flame, even a small one will burn a man, and so he gave it a body and he gave it a name and it - she, mele - let him. words have never held any gravity, they were only noise; nor did she need music to dance. she beat her own rhythm into the ground with bare feet. she was not a proud or powerful creature, but when she danced she shook the earth, she breathed smoke, and she could drown a man in the blue of her hair.[break][break]
she was not obedient, nor eager to please. but neither did she understand spite, or see reason not to dance when he told her to. frivolous and sweet; they got along well, master and pet.[break][break]
-[break][break]
naive, always that word and she starts to hate the sound of it, the drowsy arrhythmic drag of the vowels. having seen all she has is not the same as understanding it. she is simple and she wishes the world was, too. she leaves, insistent that it can be made so. [break][break]
she doesn't keep time nor does she count anything she sees. she knows the salty taste of coastal air, she's walked the skeletal ruins of cities as lavish as paris, once. there is a longing, or perhaps an extraneous tug that she ignores. she is blackened with soot and jubilant with laughter. she is not much changed.[break][break]
-[break][break]
she comes back and she is no longer mele, any more than he is the bright-eyed and smooth-skinned boy of years past. when she runs her fingers along the scar tissue, perhaps she needs to feel something. what was the word again - rage?[break][break]
(sigrun means protector, but sigrun is the girl who knows nothing of anger but knows a few things about regret, resting her head on his chest.)
[attr="class","appd"]
currently bound to [kitty eDIT HIS NAME HERE][break][break]
unlike most djinni, sigrun's contract does not bind or restrict her - it's an unusually amicable arrangement. though she isn't particularly powerful. her magic is hypnotic, whimsical, but not entirely without a djinni's savagery, though she is the furthest thing from malicious. she still feels most at home among flame and smoke.
[attr="class","apph2"]
currently bound to [kitty eDIT HIS NAME HERE][break][break]
unlike most djinni, sigrun's contract does not bind or restrict her - it's an unusually amicable arrangement. though she isn't particularly powerful. her magic is hypnotic, whimsical, but not entirely without a djinni's savagery, though she is the furthest thing from malicious. she still feels most at home among flame and smoke.
[attr="class","appf"]
played by: uri [break]
face claim: [b]vocaloid,[/b] [i]hatsune miku[/i] - sigrun
[attr="class","apph2"]
played by: uri [break]
face claim: [b]vocaloid,[/b] [i]hatsune miku[/i] - sigrun
