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melishade · 9 months

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Okay people, let's do this one last time. My name is Mariam Yohannes. I was bitten by a radioactive spider, and for the past four years, I've been the one and only ሸረሪት (shu-re-rit). It does mean spider, her name is just spider. Lol.

So yes, I've updated the design of my spidersona and have even given her a name: Mariam Yohannes, which is a play on 'Mary Jane'.

Backstory:

She lives in modern day Addis Ababa, still plagued by wars and conflicts of both modern times and the past. Even though the dictator (Mengistu Haile Mariam) that overthrew King Haile Selassie had faked his death and fled the country, Ethiopia is still plagued by corruption, and conflict on both a tribal and religious scale. In an attempt to modernize the country and advance Ethiopia's place in the world, the Ethiopian government (which is still extremely corrupt) made an economic deal with classic Spider-man villains like Osborne and KingPen, to build an Alchemex in the capital. Mariam is taken there on a college tour and that's where she's bitten. Mariam herself is fairly well off all things considered.

Her father, Yohannes, worked for the government, while her mother, Desta, works as a waitress. Her grandfather on her mother's side, is a priest of the Orthodox faith, and is extremely devout to his faith. Mariam has an older sister who left the family due to years of charged conflicts between her and her father. Meanwhile, her younger brother, is still in high school, and is slowly getting drawn into the wrong crowd. Mariam is tired of the way that the older generation is running things. Some may have good intentions, but others do not, and many are stuck in their old ways thinking that it will work to make the country better. Mariam uses her powers to become a symbol to the nation and a change to the younger generation.

Her canon event is the death of Yohannes. Mariam was always smart, and after her older sister left, her father doubled his expectations and demands on her. When Mariam calls him out of the corrupt government and how he was a coward bending to the will of the others. It took a lot of courage for her to do that, cause she had no clue if she would be physically punished for it (getting whipped with a belt is a common practice in Ethiopia). She even brought up the fact that his refusal to change is why her sister left. When Yohannes begins to have a change of heart, and even supports the civil protests that happened in Addis, the government quickly turned on him, and the police fired into the crowd (with machine guns. The police in Ethiopia openly carry machine guns, I know that. I've seen it.) Mariam watches in horror as her father is gunned down and he dies in her arms, using his last breath to apologize and telling her and her other siblings that he loved them.

She's initially despised as ሸረሪት. The church saw her as a demon because of her powers. Her grandfather has made efforts to slander her name during service. Men were quite misogynistic at the idea of a female superhero. The government hated her because she was actively undoing a lot of their corrupt shit. The only group that loved her were the kids. Despite the fact that the parents told them to stay away from her, they would actively try to run after her and keep up with her as she ran around the city. It makes Mariam feel pride that she's doing something right. Especially her brother, who at the sight of her superhero persona, starts to turn his life around.

(There's some other stuff about her gaining the respect of the Ethiopian people and her joining the Spider Society and ultimately betraying it, but that'll probably be another post or something.)

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cr0cutacr0cuta · 11 months

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My OC Dawit cosplaying ✨shiny mega loppunny ✨

#dawit iskinder #original character #black original character #black oc #oc #oc art #art #Gabe's art #black art #black artist #ethiopian oc #ethiopian #pokemon #kind of.#lopunny #mega lopunny #shiny pokemon #shiny lopunny

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chromarrays · 2 months

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መብራቴ እህቶች!

I finally designed them fully! Eebbisee and Däraartuu Mäbratee, the twin musicians!

#art #oc #my oc #character design #original characters #concept art #sketch #draft #ethiopian #african

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souliecrystalline · 5 months

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A new cybertooth character, this time a ethiopian wolf cybertooth. He might become some sort of protagonist -- Un nuevo personaje cybertooth, de esa vez es un lobo etiope. El puede ser un protagonista --- Um novo personagens cybertooth, desta vez, um cybertooth lobo etíope. Acho que ele vai ser um protagonista

#furry #anthro art #furry art #ケモノ #kemono art #illustration #art #cyborg #furry cyborg #furry wolf #furry ethiopian wolf #ethiopian wolf #scifi art #science fiction art #scifi #science fiction #alien oc

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isablooo · 9 months

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Aïne Alazar, the Star Priestess; emissary to the Goddess Lady Luck

#rly tried to lean into the afro-futurism vibes for this one #the background is based on ethiopian illuminated manuscripts since Aine would be ethiopian irl!#Aïne Alazar #search for quintessence #myart #oc #original character #elf #fantasy

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veamers · 11 months

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redrawn mans! i changed very few things on him tbh

#sth #sth oc #dylan harbinger oc #veams artsies #mobian oc #mobian wolf #specifically hes an ethiopian wolf

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animaginaryartblog · 11 months

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[Image ID: a black-and-white sketch of four Sonic the Hedgehog characters standing in a line.

On the far left stands Tails, wearing a t-shirt that reads "Sonic's favorite brother". He is looking skeptically at Marine, who is standing next to him.

Marine has a cocky grin and is pointing at herself proudly. Text on her t-shirt reads, "Blaze is my sidekick".

Next in line is Cream, who stands with her hands clasped behind her. She looks doubtfully at Marine. Her t-shirt says, "Amy Rose is my hero" with a little heart drawn next to "hero".

The final character is Tooth, a wolf girl who is far taller than the others. She stands awkwardly, expression on her face like she's questioning her life choices. Her shirt proclaims "Silver pays my medical bills".

Above the characters heads are written their ages. Tails is 8; Marine is 7; Cream is 6; and Tooth is 14. /end ID]

no one told Tooth there was an age limit for sidekickery, though to be fair...

[Image ID: a black-and-white digital sketch of two Sonic the Hedgehog characters. On the left is Tooth, the wolf girl from before, wheezing with laughter. On the right stands Shadow, looking extremely annoyed. He wears a t-shirt that says "Rouge had to drive me here", with a small cartoon of Rouge winking next to "here". Over his head is written his age: 65. /end ID]

...no one told Shadow either.

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yuriguild · 9 months

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bark bark bark

#art #furry #werewolf #fantasy #ethiopian wolf #wolf #original character #oc: path seeker #oc: early grace

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teex9 · 4 months

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The Lahiris

#in my head taye is Ethiopian #devesh looks more like his uncle than his dad #ts4 ocs #oc: devesh #i love making families but its just SO MUCH EFFORT #ts4 screenshots #i promise selam is sweet she just looks evil in cas

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dotmander · 1 year

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Ask for you! Any two questions for Zenais? As I just read you need many more for her >;3

(@massivechildshark was here!)

7. How would you describe yourself in three words?

"Only three?" she says, half incredulous and half joking. "I'm a scribe, you can't limit me like that. Um...inquisitive - my sire called me nosy, heh - gentle, and...orange?"

19. Describe an average day in your life.

"Ah, it's not very interesting. I wake up, eat, feed Injera - my skimmer - and take him for a swim. Then it's time for work. I check our records against what our members tell me - who needs what supplies, who needs blueprints or spellbooks for their projects, where a supply chain issue starts, that sort of thing. At the end of the day, I write down a log of what got done that day, any problems that need fixing the next day, and who needs to know about those problems so we can find solutions." She shrugs. "It's not flashy, but it is important."

#HI THANK YOU #tech ically i wasnt taking asks about it anymore but. zenais <3 #ftr i pulled that out of my ass. i googled irl historical scribes like once and said Yeah Good Enough #also injera is a kind of ethiopian flatbread #bc. sea pancake. hes flat. JDJSJFS #original #zenais #my ocs #ask games #ask #my writing

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dyemelikeasunset · 10 months

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would you be able to include flag country names for the dom&mor characters lineup? ty!

(i love how diverse all your art and characters are, i wish i could read thru all about your ocs and stories like browsing through a wiki in an autism way)

THANK YOU!! In fact I can do you one better and write little blurbs for everyone! Including our leading ladies too of course Under the readmore:

Mor's side

Morgan: Jamaican American Lesbian. Mor's parents came from Jamaica but she was born in the US, where she grew up with her mom in Boston before moving to NYC. Mor went to university for a BA in Graphic Design and met most of her friends there. She works from home these days. Mor doesn't really realize she's the resident Pretty Girl in her group of friends (she has bad self esteem)

Lexi: American Nonbinary Lesbian. Lex met Mor in high school when they both played on the softball team, and they both came out to each other. They've been able to stay friends all these years cause their tastes in girls are wildly different. Lexi belongs to a different group as the rest of Mor's friends since they didn't go to the same college, but they're Mor's very annoying ride-or-die

Panos: Greek Ethiopian and Bisexual. Panos met Mor through their shared degree and has been a mentor and big brother figure for her since. They help onboard her to a lot of projects, and the two of them rely on each other professionally. He never really stops talking about his wife and daughter-- it's the price everyone has to pay, since he's so reliable and understanding and helping everyone all the time

Ryan: (Sansei) Japanese American and Gay. Out of Mor's art friends, Ryan is the one who's most practical about his job. Instead, he puts his energy into being a menace in his dating life. He loves to gossip about his and Mor's very messy love lives and is convinced Morgan is just as much of a heartbreaker as he is behind her innocent facade. She has unfortunately told Ryan all her dirty laundry so he teases her relentlessly every chance he gets

Barjis: Malay Trans and Bisexual. Barjis came to the US with their boyfriend to pursue their degree and also start their transition. They have a surprisingly cute illustration style and work with Panos and Mor often. They love to talk animated movies with Morgan, and it's one of the few things that gets them to talk a lot. Very skittish and tired all the time, and has a bit of a fear of "normies"

Elsa: Norwegian Lesbian. Elsa is Mor's unwitting rival in love because they always crush on the same girls (Ryan loves to tease her about this). Elsa is currently losing (Mor: 7, Elsa: 2) but she's not bitter, just single and sad. She's currently working in web journalism even though she wants to publish her novel. Friendly and considerate, but awkward

Dom's side

Dominique: Korean/Chinese and Asexual. Dom was born in Beijing but grew up in Seoul with her mother. She started working as a model at 16 and moved to the US alone when she was 18. She's currently coming back into the modeling world after a 2 year hiatus. She's charming and good at socializing, but she doesn't really know how to make friends, which frustrates model coworkers who want to be closer to her

Farid: Afghan French and Gay. Farid became a model in his late father's footsteps, so he's often accused of being a nepo model. He's fussy and annoyed easily, but he can never refuse helping people. One of Dom's only real friends, he's a bit like a little brother to her and relies on her a lot. He has a bad habit of dating married men and acting like it doesn't matter to him (it matters. A lot.)

Maithili: Indian Canadian and Pansexual. Maithili is breezy and easy-going, but behind her dreamy facade is a very level-headed personality. She works with Dom often for body diversity shoots, but she'd really like to do more high fashion. Very flirtatious, calls Dom and Farid her "work boyfriends" all the time

Wynter: British Trans woman. Wynter started modeling a little later than her peers. She was scouted after a big transition point, so modeling has brought her a lot of euphoria. She's one of the more mature personalities in Dom's life, and looks after her and the other models a lot. She lives with her boyfriend and is hoping he'll propose soon

Evita: Argentine American and Bisexual. Evita started as a social media influencer and has been able to make her way to the runway as a petite model. Despite their nonchalant persona, they work very hard and are very passionate about their job. Her current romance hangup is how oblivious Dominique is, and she knows she needs to move on

Inessa: Russian (and no fruity business). Inessa met Dom backstage at a Fashion Week while having a breakdown that Dom helped her through, so she's been attached like an inprinted duckling ever since. The type of straight girl who is obsessed with pretty women in a platonic way, so she really wants to get to know more about Dom's cute new girlfriend

#dom and mor #long post /

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theliterarybeldam · 9 months

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Love Beyond Time - Chapter 1: A Fateful Encounter

It's finally here y'all! Please enjoy something that caused a lot of sweat and tears for me ❤️😭

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story besides my OFC and potential future OCs. This is purely a work of enjoyment.

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The heart of London pulsated with energy as Lady Elizabeth Pierce, a woman of resplendent African descent, emerged from her stately home onto the bustling streets. Her radiant skin, as rich as the coffee beans of Ethiopia, contrasted beautifully with her elegant white dress. Her tightly coiled hair was tastefully pinned up, revealing her regal countenance and sparkling hazel eyes. Her mannerisms echoed a bygone era, a grace and elegance that seemed out of place in the current world.

The secret behind her timeless beauty was known to only a few. Time, for Lady Pierce, was a frozen river, her life a pause button that had been hit in her late twenties. Like Adaline Bowman from a story she once read, Elizabeth too did not age. Her tale was not of fiction but her own reality, woven through the warp and weft of over two centuries.

Lady Elizabeth Pierce was born in the heart of Ethiopia, a land teeming with lush flora and fauna, hidden from the world, housing secrets as old as time itself. The vibrant city was an advanced paradise, a stark contrast against the backdrop of its rich traditions and culture.

Her childhood was saturated with the vibrant hues of the Ethiopian festivals, the thrill of tribal dances, and the wisdom conveyed through the ancient tales of her ancestors. She was brought up in the shadow of the majestic Panther God, always aware of the potent power that pulsed through their lands.

However, her life took an extraordinary turn when an encounter with a revered shaman left her with a cryptic prophecy - an intertwining of her destiny with the enigma of time. This mysterious event marked the beginning of her timeless existence.

Centuries later, as she stood on the foreign land of England, her memories of Ethiopia were as vivid as the sunsets, the rhythm of its pulse echoing in her heart. Her roots ran deep, grounding her to the heart of Africa, regardless of the miles she had traversed since then.

Her transition from a young Ethiopian woman to Lady Elizabeth Pierce of London was a tale of resilience and resourcefulness. With her timeless existence, she bore witness to the changing world around her, her eternal youth a blessing from the shaman that allowed her to navigate the ebb and flow of the centuries.

Embracing her immortality, she used the wisdom acquired over the years to amass knowledge, skills, and wealth. She found herself intrigued by the distant land of England, its culture, its monarchy, and decided to make it her home. With her wealth amassed over the years, she bought land and a stately home in London, her grand residence soon becoming a symbol of her stature.

Her intelligence, charm, and philanthropic nature soon caught the attention of Queen Victoria, who was so impressed by Elizabeth's contributions to society that she bestowed her with a title, officially making her Lady Elizabeth Pierce. Over time, she became a figure of fascination and respect, her seemingly eternal youth adding to her aura of mystique. However, she kept her secret carefully guarded, the mystery of her agelessness becoming an unsolved riddle in the heart of London.

Away in the frosty expanse of Russia, Count Alexei Vronsky led a life of solitude in his vast estate. Since the tragic end of his tormented affair with Anna Karenina, he had withdrawn from society, living with the ghosts of their past. However, the news of a grand ball in London, hosted by the illustrious Lady Pierce, coaxed him out of his reclusion.

As Vronsky embarked on his journey from the frost-laden expanse of Russia to the buzzing metropolis of London, he found himself in a state of melancholy contemplation. The biting cold of the Russian winter seemed a reflection of his own solitude, its icy grasp mirroring his internal chill.

The trip was long, the scenery changing as he moved across the continent. The vast Russian plains, stark and blanketed with snow, slowly gave way to the greener landscapes of Eastern Europe. The monotony of the endless expanses was occasionally broken by huddled villages and bustling towns. The harsh Russian winds slowly softened, replaced by the crisp, cool air of the west. Each part of the journey echoed his solitude, whispering tales of his past, stirring memories he had long since tried to bury.

He passed through cities that bristled with life, each one a stark contrast to his current emotional state. The elegance of Vienna, the charm of Paris, the majesty of the Swiss Alps - these places, magnificent as they were, held no joy for him. They were but waypoints on his journey, devoid of the warmth of home, echoing his own emptiness.

His arrival in London marked a significant shift in his journey. The city was a vortex of energy, teeming with life. Its grand architecture, the bustling streets, the rhythmic hum of the city - everything felt different from his homeland. Yet, as much as it was disconcerting, it also offered a glimmer of hope, a chance for a fresh start.

As he moved through the city, taking in the unfamiliar sights and sounds, Vronsky couldn't help but feel a spark of curiosity. His heart, which had been in a state of icy numbness, seemed to thaw slightly. Here, in this city of endless possibilities, perhaps he could find solace, perhaps he could escape the shadows of his past.

The grand ball held by Lady Elizabeth Pierce was a spectacle of elegance and sophistication. Every detail was meticulously curated, each element a testament to Elizabeth's exquisite taste and attention to detail. The grand mansion was transformed into an extravagant carnival, its opulence matching that of the royal court.

The grand hall was illuminated with hundreds of glistening chandeliers, their light casting a soft glow on the assembly of distinguished guests. Nobles from the length and breadth of England and from continental Europe filled the hall, their gowns and suits adding a vibrant palette of colors against the rich tapestry of the mansion.

A live orchestra was stationed at one end of the hall, the music they played was a captivating blend of classical and contemporary tunes. Their melodies filled the air, adding to the cheerful buzz of the gathering. Couples twirled on the dance floor, their movements fluid and graceful, mirroring the rhythm of the music.

Servers, dressed in pristine white uniforms, moved around offering a plethora of delicacies. The aroma of roasted meat, baked goods, and exotic spices wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of fine wines and perfumes.

Conversations ebbed and flowed around the grand hall. From political debates and discussions of recent literature to harmless flirtations and whispers of latest scandals, the gathering was abuzz with engaging dialogues. Laughter rang out, toasts were raised, and connections were formed.

Entering the lavishly decorated ballroom of Lady Pierce's mansion, Vronsky was greeted by the intoxicating music of the orchestra and the heady scent of perfumes. However, it was Lady Pierce's striking beauty that held him captive. Poised and graceful, she navigated the throng, engaging with her guests, her lively eyes taking in the merriment. She was the perfect hostess, her aura commanding respect and admiration from her guests. Vronsky almost started to believe this was a goddess idly chatting with people who were truly clueless to who that was.

The grandeur of the ball was momentarily forgotten as Elizabeth's gaze locked with the newcomer's. There was something hauntingly familiar in the man's eyes that drew her in, a sense of shared solitude that resonated with her own. She gracefully navigated through the crowd to introduce herself.

"Count Vronsky, I presume?" Elizabeth said, extending her hand in greeting.

He took it, bowing slightly, his eyes never leaving hers. "Yes, and you must be the enchanting hostess, Lady Elizabeth Pierce."

Elizabeth gave a small, appreciative laugh. "Flattery so early in the conversation? One might think you're trying to win my favor."

"Only stating the obvious, Lady Pierce," he replied with a half-smile, his eyes twinkling with genuine admiration.

Their conversation unfolded naturally, starting from polite pleasantries and gradually delving into deeper topics. Elizabeth found herself drawn to the man's intellect and his perspective on art, literature, and culture, which mirrored her own.

"You have quite the appreciation for art, Count Vronsky," Elizabeth observed, referencing their discussion about the Renaissance.

"Only as much as you do, Lady Pierce. It's rare to find someone who appreciates Botticelli as much as I do," Vronsky replied, his interest in her visibly growing.

“There is an agelessness about you. It feels as if you've seen the rise and fall of ages."

Elizabeth met his gaze, a soft smile touching her lips, "Perhaps I have."

They shared light-hearted banter and stories, their connection deepening with each passing moment. The world seemed to blur around them, their focus solely on each other.

"Do you believe in fate, Count Vronsky?" Elizabeth asked suddenly, her gaze intense.

"I can't say I've given it much thought," he admitted, slightly taken aback. "Why do you ask?"

"Perhaps it is fate that has brought us together tonight," Elizabeth proposed, a mysterious smile playing on her lips.

This unspoken shared understanding marked the beginning of a poignant bond between the two, a bridge of companionship across the chasms of their solitary lives. Their shared experiences of love and loss, and their ability to transcend them, tied their fates together in a dance as old as time.

As the last notes of music faded away and the merry chatter of the departing guests grew faint, a deafening silence descended upon Elizabeth's grand mansion. She found herself standing in the now deserted ballroom, the echoes of laughter and music only serving as a stark contrast to the stillness that enveloped her.

The flickering light from the dying candles threw long, dancing shadows across the room, the extravagant decorations now seeming almost eerie in their quietness. Elizabeth's gaze was drawn to her reflection in the grand mirror on the far wall. Her timeless beauty, framed by the gleaming diamond necklace around her neck and the rich silks of her gown, was a sight to behold. Yet, the woman who stared back at her felt like a stranger, her radiant appearance belying the inner turmoil she felt.

Her heart felt heavy with names etched deep within its corners - names of lovers she had once held dear, whispers of affection shared in the silent watches of the night, remnants of love stories that had faded with time. Her life was a testament to the endless cycle of love and loss, each love story a reminder of the agonizing loneliness that followed their inevitably brief existence.

The grandeur of her life was a double-edged sword, the vibrant celebrations and extravagant balls merely temporary distractions from the solitude that awaited her. As she stood alone, her heart echoed with the melancholy of lost connections, the vacant halls of her mansion reflecting the emptiness she felt.

The fear of losing someone again was a constant gnawing presence, a silent specter that loomed over her every time she found herself growing close to someone. Yet, she also recognized the longing for companionship that tugged at her heartstrings, the yearning for the warmth of shared affection, of heartfelt conversations, of love.

She was caught in a constant struggle - a tug of war between her desire for love and the fear of the inevitable loss that her immortality brought. As the silent witness of passing ages, her heart was an immortal battleground of conflicting emotions, the scars of past losses a grim reminder of her endless existence. Her solitude was not just a condition of her circumstances, but a fortress she built around herself, a protective barrier against the inevitable heartbreak that loving mortal beings entailed.

With the quiet hum of the London night as her only company, Elizabeth settled at her mahogany desk, the flicker from the nearby candelabrum casting a warm glow on the parchment before her. Picking up her quill, she paused, her thoughts lingering on the evening's encounter.

"Dearest Esther," she began, her script elegant and precise. Esther was her oldest confidante, the one person who had managed to see beyond Elizabeth's mask of endless youth and understand the solitude hidden behind it. Their friendship was a source of strength for Elizabeth, a treasured connection that had withstood the ravages of time.

"I met a man at the ball tonight, a certain Count Vronsky from Russia," she wrote, her thoughts returning to their engrossing conversation, the ease of their banter, and the depth she'd seen in his eyes.

"There's a depth to him, a sorrow that resonates with my own," she continued, her quill dancing across the parchment. "He carries the weight of his past like an invisible shroud, much like I do."

A thoughtful smile traced her lips as she remembered his words, his appreciation for art, his passion for literature. "His intellect is as captivating as his charm. His words weave a tapestry of profound thought, mirroring my own fascination for art and literature."

The memory of his gaze, warm yet haunted, caused an unexpected flutter in her heart. "His eyes, Esther, are windows to a tormented soul. I found myself drawn to him, compelled to understand the mysteries they hold."

Elizabeth sighed, her gaze momentarily drawn to the starlit sky outside her window. "I know the perils that lie in the path of my heart, yet I cannot help but wonder. Could I dare to love again? Could I dare to risk the agony of inevitable loss for moments of shared love and companionship?"

Her words echoed the turmoil within her. "I find myself at a crossroads, Esther. To love or not to love, that is the question that plagues me."

She signed off, "Yours always, Elizabeth," before sealing the letter. As she dispatched it to Esther, she felt a strange mixture of relief and anticipation. Sharing her thoughts with her old friend, even in the form of a letter, had always brought her solace. Now, she could only wait for Esther's wisdom to guide her through her inner turmoil.

#aaron taylor johnson x reader #alexei vronsky x reader #count vronksy x reader

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