lilli graymark-delacroix ; district nine

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lilli graymark-delacroix ; district nine Jan 16, 2016 16:46:59 GMT -5

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jan 16, 2016 16:46:59 GMT -5

lilith / lilli graymark-delacroix.
seventeen.
female.
district nine.
fc: lydia graham.

half-siblings: calypso delacroix [briar], siren delacroix [avalon],
percy wolfsheim-delacroix [briar], alcyone delacroix [arx], lora
delacroix [zoe], xanthe delacroix [tris], & skully delacroix [briar].

Last Edit: Mar 19, 2016 14:49:52 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

"even stars burn out."

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lilli graymark-delacroix ; district nine Jan 16, 2016 16:54:07 GMT -5

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jan 16, 2016 16:54:07 GMT -5

L I L L I

She is grace; she is midnight. She has been crowned with the title black wolf; she is the black wolf, from the inside to the outside.

Ash and grime were scrubbed away from her skin after she was pulled from the rubble the flames left her in, returning it to its former glory. Her skin is all peaches and cream - not quite as shocking as porcelain against the ebony curtains that fall all around her face, but stark and stunning enough. The sun has trailed its lips all along her flesh and turned her golden. It's planted freckles all over her back and arms and shoulders. It's sprayed them, all pale and copper, across the gentle planes of her face.

Hair dark as charcoal frames her face, long and opal-shaped. It is cut bluntly to just above shoulder length; she did it herself with the blade of a kitchen knife. She sliced a lock of her hair with her old pocketknife to form bangs that hang from her forehead to her eyebrows.

There is something almost feline about her eyes- perhaps the shape or the color, pale green with a touch of gray, or both. Shadowed by the fringe of dark lashes, they peer out into infinity, scraping their gazes along every edge and shadow of everything there is to see.

{table by fox}

Last Edit: Jan 16, 2016 17:31:33 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

"even stars burn out."

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lilli graymark-delacroix ; district nine Jan 16, 2016 17:35:57 GMT -5

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Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jan 16, 2016 17:35:57 GMT -5

L I L L I

She reached out her hand to clasp mine- and I took it, because she is the sun. I knew there was something dark about her- I could see the shadows tangled in a dance in the depths of her eyes, but they called to me, they wrapped their voice around my hands and drew me in. (They chanted: Lilli, Lilli, Lilli until it sounded like a symphony.) She is split between worlds: light and dark. I could see the veils around her; half shadow, half light.

Her eyes reach into me, pulling out all that lies within me. I thought there was only void; I thought I was as hollow as an echo. But she lifted the veil from my eyes the day her hand entwined with mine and showed me the world. It was as if I had been blind before, and she had given me eyes.

I thought I died- I thought I suffocated beneath the kingdom of bones and ash the fire left behind. I could see the smoke from my house; it cloaked everything, rolling its omen farther than the flames could ever reach. The night of the fire is clear as day; I could never forget the hollowness it left in me.

I slipped my sneakers over my socks without bothering to so much as tie their laces. And I ran- no, I soared. I swear up and down, on the graves of my parents, that a pair of wings sprouted from my back and I soared through the night.

There's still scars running up and down my fists from striking the stained glass window over and over until it shattered beneath the impact of my punches. It was reckless to run to the rescue at breakneck speed; it was cowardice to back away from the sea of flames that rose up to hiss at me once I had broken a gaping hole in the window.

Their deaths rest on my shoulders.

It replays in my head- years and years of it. My father and how he came back to sweep my mother off her feet all over again after he had left for years, and how I loved him and resented him at the same time. He opened the doors to the church- the cult- and welcomed us inside, but I dug myself into the dirt in defiant refusal. Mother knew not to push me: she knew I had a skull of steel and fire in my heart.

(I called them fools in my head and snickered like a child at their scriptures.)

But if I had given in and let them call me holy, perhaps I could have saved them- or perhaps I would be lying six feet under beside them.
I just know I wouldn't be here,
with heavy shoulders- I can feel them breaking-
and a heavy heart.

I watched the church go up in flames-
every brick, every tower.

I was left to rot within the walls of an orphanage. I have never feared the darkness or the shadows, but eeriness rose in my chest like an deathly harbinger when I pried and pried for sunlight, but all I found was void. And the children were immersed in a darkness I have yet to shake hands with. I have shaken hands with a multitude of darknesses time after time; one passes, another arrives. I have seen tragedy, malice, misery, agony, war- enough to fill a whole heart with nothing but shadow.

But I had never seen despair.
It flooded the orphanage- it was black water like tar and it had filled the rooms up to the ceiling. Their faces were marred with the deaths they carried in their hearts and their eyes were more hollow than the void expanding in my chest.

It was Calypso Delacroix, the half-sister I never knew existed, who carried me away from my prison. I had knelt before my father's grave, whispering apologies into the stone as if he could hear them- and then her voice broke the air and I turned around to meet her gaze.

She took pity on me- I knew she looked at me and saw a tattered, torn, broken girl. She looked at me and saw a doll with all of its limbs torn off and lying all around. She wanted to fix me-
so she carried me away
and called me her own:
a warrior, a wolf.

{table by fox}

Last Edit: Jan 16, 2016 18:56:23 GMT -5 by я𝑜𝓈𝑒

"even stars burn out."

я𝑜𝓈𝑒 Mentor 2,890 POSTS Pronouns: she/her/they/them last seen Nov 23, 2023 2:34:11 GMT -5 anyway don't be a stranger	lilli graymark-delacroix ; district nine Jan 16, 2016 18:57:21 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by я𝑜𝓈𝑒 on Jan 16, 2016 18:57:21 GMT -5 this is done uwu
	"even stars burn out."

Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] Retired Staff 6,346 POSTS Pronouns: He/Him last seen Nov 17, 2023 15:15:56 GMT -5 cozy, queer af	lilli graymark-delacroix ; district nine Jan 16, 2016 20:25:29 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Sunrise Rainier D2 // [Thundy] on Jan 16, 2016 20:25:29 GMT -5 Accepted!
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