[Jilly had been awfully quiet since she'd woken up. She wasn't upset-not really-but losing a month of time only made it more clear how unpredictable and uncertain this place could be. It was the kind of thing that required thinking, and she always thought best with a canvas and brush. There'd been food in the rooms, so she'd stayed in rather than ( Read more... )

[As night falls, silhouetting the castle in shadow, a tiny form can be found standing on the path outside. Mouth agape, she's got her head tilted back as she stares in wide-eyed wonder at the building in front of her. Clutched in her hands, a forgotten book (which, unbeknownst to her, happens to be her journal) dangles open, pages swinging in her ( Read more... )

[Jilly doesn't usually head up to the roof of the castle, but tonight's sky is too beautiful to pass up. She didn't bring her coat, so she's shivering slightly from the night's chill, but she has a mug of hot chocolate to keep her hands warm as she watches the streaks of light raining down from the sky]It's been a long time since I saw a shooting ( Read more... )

[It was maybe a bit of willful denial that kept Jilly from discovering her own room for awhile. She'd slept in the common areas like everyone else, not wanting to infringe on Willow's privacy in their shared room, but it almost didn't occur to her to go and check her own room, long abandoned since she'd arrived here ( Read more... )

[Churches weren't Jilly's favorite place, but there was a beauty and a peace to them. Especially in one like the Paradisa church that Abel had turned into something welcoming. Somewhere safe.

Without him there, she would have rather avoided it. She'd rather remember it as it had been, rather than visit it now. But there were things to be taken care ( Read more... )

[these past few days, peace of mind has been something far out of reach for Jilly. Still, she has matters to attend to, and she plans to do just that]

( Legato )

[Backdated to Thursday ( Read more... )

[The damage to her room has been cleared. The ruined painting was slowly being replaced, a half-finished canvas started in her church-studio. And her friends, it seemed, had all made it back more or less intact from their latest fiasco ( Read more... )

[Today, Jilly can be found in town. The headdress has thankfully been abandoned, as has the technicolor costume and the bad clown makeup.

Instead, she's in what appears to be a stylized battle dress, her wild curls tamed and pulled up out of her face ( Read more... )

[For the past few days, Jilly had been more than a little ( Read more... )