aeger dulcedinis.
the sound of the waves laps at the shore, flowing in from places unknown; she stands on the event horizon, looking off of the edge of the earth. there's a storm rolling in, but she hides under white clouds.
religion, religious trauma, unhealthy parents, internalised ableism.
| name | peleia salvacion dela rosa-agapito... though she just prefers pelle. |
| age | 18. |
| gender | she's... figuring it out. she/they/he. |
| nationality | drifthale. |
| species | murren ("angel's skin" coral) |
| major | she's trying to decide between enchantment or restoration... though she'd rather be in... something else. |
| house | wolfsbane. |
| trope | morbid fascination. |
Peleia—or, better yet, Pelle—is a rather… straight laced person. The type to always have her nose in a book, studying away for his next final in a few months, catching up on homework instead of getting lost in a hobby. Studious. They mostly keep to themself, social anxiety typically getting in the way of making friends (not that he'd want a big circle of friends anyways), and generally go about their life with a dour look to their face.
Generally, in most things, Pelle seems… disinterested. She seems almost more like she's going through the rote motions of life, the path that's going to put her on her way to a fulfilling career in Enchantment, or Restoration, just like their mother wants them to do.
… they're also slowly losing it.
What no one sees is the slow, long, and drawn out fall of the rabbit hole that they've tumbled their way into—the one that he's not sure he wants to leave. It's not like it's her fault! It's just—well, her parents said that Dakila was cursed, was the bad child, was horrible compared to Pelle so much that—well, any child with a burdgeoning interest in magic would, if they accidentally happened upon it, pick up a book on it. Maybe there was a way to cure Dakila! Of that curse, of course.
That's how it started. 2 years later, Pelle now knows far too much about curse magicks. Curse magicks, and of course, spells and disciplines that may fall alongside it—Necromancy, Hemomancy, Animism among them. They know which hexes and minor curses only cause someone's hair to cut itself to two inches shorter, and which curses are so highly illegal that they're surprised they found it in a book, even ones that their sibling… ah… acquired for them. But— it's just reading. It's just reading, so it's fine. It's not like they're going to practice any of it, no—not like they want to go down the hemomancy track at Hexenridge, it's not like the stars they fear dazzle in her eyes whenever she hears a slight mention of it on the street. She doesn't want to visit and study the Scar, no, definitely not. All he is is just a… normal, average, young adult, with a healthy minor curiosity.
All of this is sure to pass, and she'll soon have a family of her own and put this silly, harmless… fascination aside.
Right?
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