There's a part of me that wakes in the dark already warm, something humming under the skin reaching for your form I keep it quiet. I press it down. I fold it small under my ribs the way I fold everything else.

I hope we all get to make a little friend

Found a little school today. Like the one I went to. Same bell I think. I don't know what kind of school this is. Maybe the children here enjoy it. Maybe some of them don't. Maybe one of them is small and tired. I drew a friend. He's not very good at studying. But he'll be there in the morning.

Hush now Mira For as long as you're here or not We dance the shape of failure Small mistakes seem larger And I hate you now somehow I hate myself somehow Burn the page before the ink is dry On my knees for you Burn the song before it leaves my throat What you take from me

I stood at the edge of safety and I could not tell which way move The road that made a stranger of me or the hallway that would make me small again. I thought about turning back with my head down, to find out what I had become. A daughter. A ghost. A shame.

I told myself I was choosing. I told myself the door was mine to open, the window mine to climb through, the road mine to take. But a thing pulled toward a light is not the same as a thing that walks. And I think, looking back, I was already falling before I ever lifted my foot. #oc #roleplay #bard

When the color of the road and the weight of one small bag give way to careful footsteps, to the limp I do not have in a chorus of closed shutters let me swear that I will find a corner I can rest in, find a quiet I can fill.

Carried it under my tongue for years, a copper weight, a taste of fear. I held my breath. I held it tight. I swallowed it down every night. The lights rose. The room went still. Mouth came open against my will. The coin came loose, coin came free, and nobody asked it back from me. #oc #rp #fantasy

The world is loud. Noisy. Crowded. Always asking. there are no new beats in a quiet room, no new colors in a closed door. So I step out, badly, because the song I haven’t heard yet is somewhere out here, waiting for me to be brave enough to let it in

This was fun to make ...

I held the string you held the silence between us we built a room that neither of us had lived in before. #oc #rp #tiefling #bard

The house at night has different bones. I hear them settle when the lamps go out the groan of wood that's held too much too long, the creak of silence where a song should be.

Played a little song for him. Something cheerful. About cheese. Hope he like it. My favorite kind of audience. #rp #tiefling #openrp #fantasyrp #roleplay #bard

There was a blank wall and a mouse who wasn't there yet. I hope whoever owns this wall decides the mouse is allowed to stay. He's very small. He won't take up much room. #roleplay #oc #rp #bard #tiefling #fantasyrp

Their fear hums in me. My grief hums in them. Somewhere a stranger in the back is missing someone she hasn't spoken to in years and I can feel it in my throat as a softness that wasn't mine a second ago. Tonight we are the room. #oc #bard #tiefling #rp #roleplay

Nobody is listening, which means, for once, I am allowed to be the audience. #mvrp #oc #rp #fantasyrp #roleplay

The first look is the worst one It lands like weather Twenty pairs of eyes all arriving at once, and you're the thing they arrived at. #oc #rp #roleplay #tiefling #fantasyrp

I drew a little creature on the table while I wasn't looking. I think she lives here now. I'm sorry to the next person who sits down. She's friendly. I promise. #fantasyOC #tiefling #roleplay #rp #oc #roleplay

The room doesn't ask me to be quieter. It just holds still and lets the ink fall where it wants to.

I have never slammed a door. I have closed them quietly, the way you set down something breakable when you've already heard the crack. A slammed door is a declaration. Declarations are for people who believe their anger has a right to take up space in a room.

I'm Laureate. Bard, technically, if that counts for anything. I play sometimes. Mostly I just hum. I draw on things. I write poems no one would want to read. Sometimes the music comes out before I can stop it. I'm working on that. Sorry. Please don't look at me. #roleplay #rp #oc