-eating way to much or not enough because you really can’t tell how much this body needs
-a l w a y s t h i r s t y
-“what do you mean I have to wash the vessel AGAIN I just did that 36 hours ago”
-never really adjusting to having to use the bathroom regularly
-saying something that only divines/angels would understand around your human friends and they don’t get it and it makes things awkward
-“should I tell this friend who I really am I mean we’ve been friends for like 10 years and we trust each other with our lives but STILL”
-seeing fictional angels being depicted or described completely inaccurately and getting unreasonably frustrated
-being super clumsy because you can’t quite get the hang of piloting this dumb human body
-lying awake at 3am because you just feel so lonely and empty inside
-“what if my brain is just making all this up and fabricating memories because I subconsciously want to be Different and Special”
-being afraid to have children because you’ve heard nephilim described as “abominations” and you fear you won’t be able to protect them
-running into someone irl and just KNOWING they’re Angelic too and “omg do they realize I am too do they even realize /they/ are wHAT IF THEY KNOW ME”
-being Fallen and wondering if you actually are the bad guy of your story
-having a disability or chronic illness and wondering if it’s because your vessel can’t handle your powerful soul
they say the crown is always heavy but i wonder if they truly know:
how it wears you down like a stone around your neck and leaves you begging for a gulp of air. how it snaps your wings and reins you in, how it takes and takes from you like the most experienced of thieves.
and i wonder if they’ll ever see what the crown really took from me:
my love, my heart, my freedom, whipping past me like the ocean breeze i’m not allowed to get in touch with anymore;
and yet how grateful i am still —
for the countless hungry strangers that try to rob me of this newfound glory i did not ask for, and how they try to decorate their precious crown with the jewels they’ll readily steal from my very veins, red and rich like rubies.
but most of all, i wonder if they realize:
each scar, each fat drop of blood, each tear is a new day their sharpened knives and monstrous teeth have missed my lifeline.
Victoire was described as “very good-looking," which presumably indicates that she took after either her mother, Fleur, or her father, Bill, or both, in appearance. It could also link to her Veela ancestry, which might consequently make her beauty more profound
i’ve been putting this off for the longest time ever, and i meant to do this at the beginning of this year to celebrate my first anniversary + 1k, but procrastination happened… and now i’m past 2.5k :”) i’m so thankful for every one of you who supported me right from the beginning and even those who’ve just found me, you’re all precious to me!!! i know i’m just a teeny tiny blog compared to all those other HUGE amazing writers out there, but i am grateful for everything nonetheless <3
thank you all so much for reading my works and enduring my trashy thirsty self giving me so much love and encouragement! u all deserve the greatest prize ever for putting up with my constant hiatuses (real life smh) and for always being so patient! every message i receive makes me so grateful, and i hope you will be able to feel my gratitude and appreciation even though sometimes i am bad/ slow at replying and answering to them!! rest assured i will work even harder to bring u all quality stories to enjoy <3
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