daria faulkner / one. fin

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daria faulkner / one. fin Apr 5, 2020 22:15:29 GMT -5

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Apr 5, 2020 22:15:29 GMT -5

DARIA FAULKNER.
eighteen | district one | career
half a girl, half a weapon

[ FAMILY PINTEREST ]

✧ ✧ ✧

My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight before going to bed at night.

I open mine as wide as possible.
I like to see everything, I say.
What’s there to see?

Moon. Air. Sunrise.
All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up.
I like to wake up.

- Anne Carson, Excerpt of
Glass, Irony and God

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daria faulkner / one. fin Apr 5, 2020 22:45:09 GMT -5

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Apr 5, 2020 22:45:09 GMT -5

The first time you can remember looking into a mirror it was a broken one.

They weren't things that your family kept around the house. You don't know why, never bothered to ask after something that you had never had and had never really been exposed to.

The first time you looked into a mirror, it was shattered.

You find it in the middle of a field, miles away from your house out on the boundary of the district. You don't know how it got there except that at some point some human must have decided that nature deserved to see its reflection and at some point nature decided that it didn't need something as trivial as a mirror to see itself.

You ran your fingertip over every little fissure, remember the feeling of glass disappearing into the top layer of your skin and thinking to yourself as you stared at that fissured, broken image of yourself—this is me but it's not. You remember thinking about how broken things can change us into undistinguishable versions of ourselves, remember thinking about how this broken thing could take all of your already sharp angles and warp them into something bloodied and raw.

Something half-yourself.

You remember thinking that it was the most yourself you had ever looked, all jagged on the edges. A half-molded blade.

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daria faulkner / one. fin Apr 8, 2020 14:33:31 GMT -5

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Apr 8, 2020 14:33:31 GMT -5

You and your brother are born hand in hand, and the first thing that you do is try and scratch each others eyes out.

Daria and Dimitri, Dimitri and Daria.

That would be the way of your world.

The two of you were almost as competitive with each other as you were with the rest of the world. He, the heralded firstborn son, the deliverance of honor and legacy. A quiet kind of ruthless to balance the absolute chaos of your absolute rage. It's said that each of your first words was the other's name, a babbled Dimitri to meet his own fumbled attempt to say Daria. It was like you knew each other before you even knew yourselves. Two birds of a feather, dripping in poisoned blood, cataclysmic in their ascendance into childhood and onwards towards teenagedom.

Two fires, always ebbing and pulling, enchanted by carnage and calamity.

Staring at each other is like looking back into that cracked mirror, a fragmented reflection of yourself racing to the top, to win. You root for him as much as you root for yourself, get lost in winning against him and winning against the rest of the world. You're willing to kill each other if it means winning, but a single joke about creepy evil twins and the pair of you will look over your shoulders at them in tandem, death directed elsewhere. Yet still, you'd die for him as much as you would kill him, and you challenge each other at every step. Chess games and mastered instruments, who gets kissed first and who gets better grades in school. Because that's the truth of it, isn't it? That is how a Faulkner loves.

Painfully. Absolutely. Blood cradled to blood.

And you, the younger, obsessed with the transfiguration of self to be better, to be stronger, you will never be the older twin, the heralded firstborn son.

"Daria," you have to whisper to yourself sometimes, staring yourself down in that cracked mirror, trying to make dead eyes seem alive.

Daria Daria Daria Daria. You say it over and over and then over again. It is your name. Yours.

Right?

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daria faulkner / one. fin Apr 13, 2020 21:47:33 GMT -5

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Apr 13, 2020 21:47:33 GMT -5

You drag a brush through your sisters hair, tug a little bit too hard. With nimble fingers, you put down the brush and run them through Baby's hair yourself, twist and pull and it's sharp—you don't know how to be anything else.

You sweep her near-black hair out from in front of her, run your hand up the back of her neck, feel the little jut out where spine turns into neck and it does something to you, gives you goosebumps.

"It's funny really," you chirp, tilting your head to the side so that your sister can see you in the mirror. "One snap and you'd be gone."

You've always been more wolf than girl, and when you grin, it's all teeth.

She looks at you, all soft innocence and and and and—nothing else. Not as far as you can tell, at least.

"I have a dream about you sometimes," and you can feel her breathing start to slow under your fingertips.

Your feelings for your disappointing little sister change day by day. One day someone will ask and you'll respond that you hate Baby and all her precious angelic waves of beautiful hair. But then on other days, you laugh with utter glee, lean out over your balcony and shout to the world that you love her, your irksome little sister who defies the way of the Faulkners without even realizing it.

The pair of you live in a household where you're taught to be knives, and yet still, she is all soft-edged and lovely.

"I see you at my feet, a million pieces of bones, skin and muscle all plucked away by the birds." You twist her hair into itself, braid it over and over and over itself, miles of waves and wonder. "But in my dream, all I have to do is pick up all your bones and build you into something new."

You meet eyes in the mirror.

"Something that's mine."

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daria faulkner / one. fin Apr 13, 2020 22:08:00 GMT -5

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Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Apr 13, 2020 22:08:00 GMT -5

You are a girl built from pain, built from hurt; it is woven into the very fabric of your soul and as such you think nothing of it, and you'll make sure the world faces every hurt that you can send their way.

"This isn't a task for you," Dimi says when he goes to the door and shoves his feet into his boots.

"C'mon," you whine in response. "Tell me tell me tell me tell me." It's childish and petty and petulant but—

"Fine," he says, holding out your nice green jacket to you. "Prove me wrong then."

And he tells you he's going out to get a body for the ritual tonight.

It's the spring equinox and there's not been word of a body for days, so you and Dimitri resolve yourselves to going out and hunting for one yourselves. This is different than the grip of a beak of the clawing of talons across already marred skin, different than bringing your hammer down onto a body that has already started to decay.

This is hunting, a snake slithering into the garden and promising you the forbidden fruit, the one thing that you and your twin have long wondered about but never had opportunity to follow through on. The pair of you wander into the woods, find an old man picking berries off a bush and smile at him. This is different from convincing Baby to go out hunting boys with you, or trying to get Ash to steal a bottle of wine and drink it while throwing knives at chipmunks.

This is seeing the whole process, beginning to end, life becoming death becoming life once again, the birds gnawing at the bone and flying away into the sky with it. This is killing a thing and watching your birds feast on the life that you have taken, the life that you have given, the mingling of death and life and death and life and—its an end and a beginning and it's just desserts, you suppose.

You are a girl on the edge, daring the world to go over.

It's fun here, you promise. Jump with me.

what are men to rocks and mountains?

a haunted house.

🌱 kaitlin. Graphics 2,683 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Apr 26, 2024 12:17:13 GMT -5 aspiring beam of light	daria faulkner / one. fin Apr 13, 2020 22:09:27 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by 🌱 kaitlin. on Apr 13, 2020 22:09:27 GMT -5 c'est fini gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale d1b. xylia fray ♕ kaяi one of u come read abt ur sister
	what are men to rocks and mountains? a haunted house.

gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale RP Tutor 3,264 POSTS Pronouns: he/him Member is Online	daria faulkner / one. fin Apr 13, 2020 22:54:34 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by gamemaker 🍒 maryn hale on Apr 13, 2020 22:54:34 GMT -5 i'm the better sibling!! also this is haunting, and beautiful; teach me how to tell a story like you ♥️