Sunlight peered in through delicate, sheer curtains and slipped onto pale, delicate features.
Dark mahogany eyes flickered open slowly in response to low words, ivory arms stretching up to warm themselves up for the day. A soft yawn drew itself from pink lips, and Viola, clad in a baby blue...
Bumping this! I am, once again, on the hunt! By the way: if we had an RP going and I dropped out, I probably just forgot to message you and then was too scared to pop in again.
If your interest is still there, please do feel free to message me again!
Though the warmth came with a sting, Viola's frail body shivered in delight at the warmth.
She watched with dark eyes as the creature's form began to grow more and more visible. It had a sort of deep, sour beauty; this wretched thing. In her past life, bathed and perfumed, dressed up in pretty...
Most children would be afraid of a dark, hellish creature appearing from the shadows. Those children, however, did not have absolutely nothing to lose.
A small twinge of fear briefly hovered over Viola's tiny heart, but it quickly disappeared. This thing, whatever it was- it was not more...
The night was starving.
The thick, London air smoked out the stars and suffocated the sweet, cool, wind of the countryside. There was a certain hunger, a desperation that lingered in the flickering streetlamps, in the yowl of street cats.
It manifested particularly in a ghostly, stick of a...
See, the way I write is through being able to truly relate to characters- so I always end up giving them some core part of me that I can deeply relate to and speak on with knowledge. It's just easiest that way, writing flows better and I'm able to better understand what my characters do and why...
Hoo, boy, am I late to this party. Do people even write this anymore?
So, I’m Emma— and I have an all encompassing search thread for all of my other needs, but I figured, let’s get specific with this one. Because it sure is specific. I just started watching Buffy because I’ve always been told...