#yvonne eckart
Yvonne: *tapping fingers on table*
Penelope: *tapping fingers back furiously*
Reynold: What’s going on?
Derrick: They’re talking in Morse code.
Yvonne: – -.– / -… — -.– ..-. .-. .. . -. -.. .—-. … / …. — - - . .-. / - …. .- -. / -.– — ..- .-. .—-. …
Penelope,slams hands on the table: YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK !
s,ɹnoʎ uɐɥʇ ɹǝʇʇoɥ s,puǝᴉɹɟʎoq ʎɯ
Yvonne is like irises and stock. Gardenias and Lilies. The crisp smell of a spring wind after winter. A delicate cherry blossom drifting down from a tree. Like how your sheets would smell after your mom washed them when you were a little kid. Like dozens of pink gardens blooming just in time for spring. Like happiness. She is excitement and the taste of strawberry lips against yours. She is smiles that are genuine and sweet, laughs like bells. She is dancing in the dark among gardens of flowers. She is happiness and true love. But she is also love letters written in candlelight, never to be sent, tears shed in the cover of the dark, a smile that won’t betray true feelings, a pain in your heart when you realize that things’ll never be who you want them. She is the idea of being perfect for someone, just not now. Not like this. She is watching someone so perfect for you, someone you love, be perfect in that way for someone else. She is kisses at midnight too, longing looks across the room too quick to be seen, hands that brush eachother under tables, hugs that linger a second too long. She is all that broken with false loves and expectations you’ll drown in, till at that lingers is someone to broken too ever be whole again, a final declaration of love resounding in silence. She is the sad love. She is hope then despair.
What if the timeloop was hell for Yvonne too? Also the amount of trigger warnings I had to add was insanity.
TW: Manipulation (in the literal sense lol), poison, hanging/strangulation, beheading, murder, impalement, im just going to go with body horror bc i can’t think of anything else that describes it, dismemberment, weapons, burning at the stake, starvation, she’s compared to a marionette a lot, bleeding out
Word Count: 523
I always wondered how Yvonne managed to fit in so seamlessly with commoners, and I ended up writing this.
Tw: Implied Murder, Blood, Knife (If there are any more I should add tell me)
Word Count: 445
Smells I associate vadd characters with:
Penelope: Roses, Pepper, Smoke
Yvonne: Vanilla, Cherry blossoms, Baby’s breath
Reynold: Cinnamon, snapdragons
Ikiles: Metal, The air after’s it’s rained, fresh soil
And that’s everyone who gets a scent because I can’t think of anyone else.
