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extravalgant · 2 years
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PART 2 OF MY SECONDARY SCHOOL POSTS!! since i recently rbed something about them thinking about doing school-centric pips and what it means for both my own lore and how i might interpret more of these into canon... +_+
storm/myth
the two sides of a violent coin; the yearning to create, to consume as much as possible, before destroying it with your own hands. it feels like the wild beat of rain against your face, of wet ink smearing across your fingertips, a gold-tipped nib piercing through paper. it looks like the eye of the storm in the worst typhoon you’ve ever seen—but your mind is as clear as day.
life/death
it’s the idea that you are part of the cycle—when something is born, it ultimately dies, and that’s it. but you can bring life to it once more, and you do. it looks like gold pouring into the cracks of a shattered pot like kintsugi, feels like the first breath you take after being brought back from death in the heat of battle. 
balance/life
it feels like the flora already knows of your own destiny before you do—twisting vines that mangle and warp themselves across ancient ruins; that there is a cycle that even you cannot escape from. it’s the toll of a grandfather clock, the first leaf of a baby sprout, and it’s the indescribable feeling in your chest that feels a connection to the old, oaken trees. 
myth/ice
it feels like a brain freeze—unable to move until it's over, clawing at your head as information files itself neatly into stacks against your skull, or spills into your mind like papers thrown hastily off a desk. visions come blinding and bright, and laid before you is a path of snow, footsteps already leading to your destination.
fire/storm
it feels like the low, dark rumble of an incoming thunderstorm; as lightning crashes upon tumultuous ocean waves. the thick stench of ozone descends upon them; passion that burns away to anger, bubbling hot and low in their stomach until they explode violently and messy like a volcano, leaving ruin in their wake.
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