A. Gray
A. is 20 years old.
She is the Bass Guitarist of Summer's Artifice.
A. is also known as "Vangélica".
A. is located in Bucharest at Frank Underwood Hotel BUC.
A. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.
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echoes below
drably skies felt superior to anything else; a canvas of ash and damp, obscuring grasps of sight. along narrow paths her steps were softened by moss and whispers of leaves brushing against cracked, bedewed stone. in her arms were lilies, (mostly) tulips, and hellebore. they spoke in color where her voice was purposefully set aside, for the sake of welcomed silence among the forgotten and unforgotten.
her spirit memorized the footpath from the first time her husband had made introductions. soon she stood before their names again, etched into rain-polished marble, glinting faintly beneath a lazy overcast. before the precious stone of his mother, Ashton's gaze lingered as she materialized the timeless beauty from the photos. what might she have thought of her, truly?
thoughts took their course, naturally straying to another timeless beauty. only this one remained distant and frayed, a sharp contrast she resented more often than not after the redundant phone calls became intolerable. only with Enzo's mother would there be shared laughter, she presumed. settled guidance, the warmth of hands that knew how to both nurture and heal not through empty convictions, but solely through the unconditional love only a matriarch could possess. that love continued to live, she desperately believed in it, woven through her husband's quiet strength, his unyielding compassion.
kneeling, Ashton brushed damp leaves from the stone and laid the flowers gently upon it, their colors palpitating against the gray indirectly enveloping her. “You raised him well,” she whispered, delicate yet bound by an endless sense of obligation. she rose to her feet when her heart became weighted and lightened all at once, and walked back through the gloom. the skies pressed even closer, as only Glasgow's skies could. its darkness became less foreboding, hymns of old melancholy and new resolutions. they accompanied her steps into a day that couldn’t fade soon enough.
Posted 1/5/2025, 10:00 PM
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