Nov 3, 2024 21:34:03 GMT
A "Final" for Trixie Dolohov - Someone who just might help her out of the hole she's dug for herself. Or push her to dig harder?
What is open? Name, Gender, Career... All of that and more is entirely open! Who do ya think would be a good fit for Trixie? A guy? A gal? An NB pal?
What is up for discussion? Face. Let's agree on that over dm's
What is concrete? In her first prophetic vision, Trixie watched this person die. Whether or not the vision was entirely accurate, she knows their face, she knows their name, and she absolutely adores you. In spite of how much it hurts to look into your eyes for too long, she can't help her feelings. If she ever gave into those feelings, "love" (the "L" word) is off the table. Just keep it out of your mouth. At least for a while. How much will Trix be willing to reveal? (probably more if she's drunk, but hey! Watch it, there!)
The below prophetic utterance and vision are part of the reasons why Trixie is loathe to improve certain aspects of herself. Her addictions run her life because she, herself, is running. Running from pain, running from failure, running from this one person she only vaguely knows right now, but will know better later on. Someone who, in one possible version of their last moments will scream her name and fail to finish the statement of affection that caused her fear and aversion. I don't hold this future as gospel, but maybe you do? Either way, whatever her feelings, Trixie will initially resist and even antagonize if pressed.
What does the future actually hold? Let's talk about it!
<3 My dm's are always open <3
Now on to the heartbreak!
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"In crypt of whispers, where shadows dance,
two lovers’ hearts beat in trance.
two lovers’ hearts beat in trance.
Magic swirls, a tempest’s kiss,
their wands ignite in cold abyss.
their wands ignite in cold abyss.
The bunker quakes, explosion’s roar,
one falls silent, forevermore.
one falls silent, forevermore.
The other’s fate, a mystery shrouded,
in echoes of love, their story clouded."
in echoes of love, their story clouded."
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It was a battlefield... Amidst the explosions of spells and ruin of curses, Trixie had seen herself hiding away in a bunker, wand lit by a Wand-Lighting Charm. Her features were older... matured... wearing terrible scars with pride, but she wasn't alone in that space. While the bunker shook violently, cracks forming along the walls... Over by the door, someone was calling to Trixie through the chaos. They looked stunning and desperate in equal measure, beautiful and sad. They had just started to yell again when the adjacent door and frame blew out in a ball of fire and smoke that consumed them... silenced them... forever.
"TRIXIE, I LOV-"
... and then nothing.
"TRIXIE, I LOV-"
... and then nothing.
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