Cpc Syrah - Blog Posts

ooo doodle request!! maybe a curse swap with anyone of your choice? :)

Aha, I think syrah and saffron would have been perfect for this!!

Would it be okay to see a drawing of Syrah where her nose is as long as a broomstick?

I wonder what she said?

chapter 1 of my fanfic on Ao3: “three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead”

(note:I spell Syrah's name wrong for the whole chapter)

Maria was often mad, contrary to what people thought of her. Why was she so mad, you might ask, just the usual teenage rebellion, according to most. Maria was angry at her father. She was eighteen, legally an adult now, and she was still coddled like a child. Sometimes, the blonde princess dared to imagine what her life would look like, stuck at home forever, and she hated what she saw. So, she decided, just once, she’d sneak out. Once, and she’d be happy with her boring life forever.

Standing on her balcony, in her cloak, feeling the cool evening air that her birds always complained ruined their trajectory, Maria saw that the guards were asleep. Probably enjoying the break while the, although she wouldn’t believe it if they said it, scary Pastel king was out of town. She walked back inside, choosing her warmest clothes possible, even though it wasn’t that cold out. Already, excitement was building up in her chest, before she’d even left her room. As she walked past her siblings’ rooms, Maria double checked that all the doors were closed, being as quiet as she could. Once she was outside, she decided that sneaking out was easier than she thought it would be. She wondered if next time, if the outside world is fun, should she bring Gwen or Lorena?

Now that she was out, Maria was unsure where to go, and she might have just stood at the entrance to her home wondering what to do until she was eventually forced to go back inside, if it hadn’t been for the guard that stirred, grumbling in his sleep. Scared of getting caught, Maria had speed-walked in a random direction and hoped it would be fine.

It wasn’t fine. Being a friend to most animals, Maria thought that she would enjoy the woods. But these woods were horrible, she kept tripping on roots, and getting hit by branches. Not to mention the eerie noises and near pitch darkness of the place. The only thing that stopped Maria from turning back immediately was the stubborn pride she inherited from her father. Eventually, though, Maria had had enough, and she made to go back home, only to find that she was completely and utterly lost. At once, all her resolution left her and she flopped ungracefully onto the dirty floor, imagining herself just laying there, lost, until she too became part of the woods, hidden by the greenery. It was a dark thought, and it must have shown on whatever was visible of the blonde’s face. Or maybe it was because she was just lying on the forest floor like a loser, but she heard a female voice ask her, “hey, you ok?”. Maria sat up, spotting a figure crouched next to her. She couldn’t see their face, but the light was just enough to spot what looked like brown hair. None of her siblings had brown hair, and all the guards were male, which meant Maria hadn’t been caught.

Relieved that she didn’t know the person, Maria started to wonder who they were. What was a random female doing in the woods. Her tone of voice definitely didn’t sound as frustrated or lost as Maria felt. “Hi, nice to meet you. What’s your name?” Despite the situation, Maria tried her best to be polite. Ignoring the dirt all over her, she stood up and smiled, not that it was bright enough to see it. She heard a laugh for her efforts, and with a huff the woman stood up as well. “Syria. You seem polite, you a princess?” Maria hesitated to answer, remembering what her father had said about people trying to use them for their status. She made the decision not to tell the stranger her name until she knew if they were trustworthy. “I’m…Marla. I’m not a princess.” “Sure,” the woman-Syria said disbelievingly. “So, non-princess, what brings you to these woods?” “It’s too dark for me to find my way home,” Maria admitted, still proud of herself for her clever name ploy and witty distrustfulness of strangers. “Well, if you need to, I know some friends who would be willing to let you sleep with us until the morning,” the girl suggested casually, and Maria’s distrustfulness all but disappeared under her eagerness to get the hell out of these woods. “Really?” she was practically beaming, although it was too dark to tell. Syria laughed again. “Sure, might as well try. Here’s to hoping Prez doesn’t kill me for letting a ‘normal person’ stay.” She took Maria’s arm so the blonde wouldn’t get lost and started walking. Maria let herself be dragged happily, wanting to be as far away from these cursed woods as possible, not thinking about the mysterious “Prez” or about what she’d say once she got home.

It turned out that whatever place Syria was taking Maria was not away from the woods, but deeper withing it, Maria noted with displeasure. And by the time she caught sight of lights from a building, she was even more scraped up than she’d been, and she felt just about ready to pass out. At least Syria was entertained, laughing every time she hit her head on a low-hanging branch. Maria did not get a chance to pass out once entering the building, rather, she became more alert than she’d been before. In the seconds when she first stepped into the building, she watched a girl transform into a bird, someone with no eyes talking to what looked like an old lady dressed like a middle-schooler, and a man get slapped by his own hand, and everybody was suddenly staring at her like she was the weird one. Feeling weirded out and a bit awkward, but not wanting to be rude, Maria turned to Syria hoping for an explanation, only to find what looked like a pointed wooded rod sticking out of her face where her nose should be.

That was the breaking point for the blonde. Maria only got the chance to scream “WHAT THE-“ before blacking out.