Feeling just a little careless lately.

 

 

"what do you mean you don't want to cuddle?"

generally a positive person, irelia does her best to view life optimisitically. she guides herself day by day by the "glass half full" principle. she's trusting and eager to befriend, always looking for people to make new connections with.

she's a bit too trusting, and sometimes too hesitant to make the first move. stubborn and headstrong, she's a force to deal with once she's set her mind to something. 

flowers, soft blankets, fruits, juice, tea, sweet coffees, squishy things, sightseeing, art, music.

insects, anything that crawls, the dark, horror movies, anything with more than four legs, sudden/loud noises.

painting, knitting, drawing, compiling playlists, baking, cooking, chatting with friends, spending time with friends, watching shows. 

heights, the dark, spiders, flying insects, being alone, failure. 

typically, comfy/casual attire. for fancier occasions, will prefer skirts/dresses.

 

#irelia #marceaux #hufflepuff

She's a product of Paris, France. A little girl who had been placed in a strange land where no one looked like her, where she felt a distinct longing for someone who'd reach out and take her hand to guide her through life. Her family, dispersed and occupied with their own matters, never bat an eye to the youngest daughter of their pureblood family. She took life on, on her own. 

The years of growth were difficult. Desperately longing for connection, for relationships, for friendships, for intimacy -- Irelia sought out any kind of attention. Unfortunately she found herself chained under shyness, unable to approach others with the zeal she desperately wanted to have. Her sister had begun to fall off the radar, phone calls and texts in vain. Her parents deposited money into her account on a weekly basis, but found it too difficult to ask how she was holding up with school, or life. Irelia took comfort in her inner circle of friends, a sweet trio that had understood her internalized fear of being left alone. She gave them her love, her attention, her everything. At such a trusting and adolescent age, Irelia poured her heart into her friendships, only to have her friends leave. Once again, her trusted ones had dispersed across the globe and Irelia found herself alone. 

The letter from Hogwarts was a saving grace. As much as she had loved her parents, she needed companionship. Powers and wizardry were all a distraction from loneliness. A bland and quiet childhood bloomed into a bashful, meek woman. It was all too noticeable that she was a hufflepuff. Irelia took solace in her house, befriending as many like-minded individuals as she could. It was like she was finally home. Regardless of a lack of familial intimacy, she became trusting and optimistic. With new friendships and Hogwarts to embrace, she delved deeper into self-worth and invested into hobbies. Still, she tries to find new details and likes, unable to do so previous out of fear of abandonment had she taken her attention away for a moment. 

Now, she finds herself enjoying the little things in life. She enjoys fashion, floral arrangements, her studies at Hogwarts, and spending quality time with friends. It's the small things, she finds, that bring her joy.