008 ;; 'OC'/Helena, Valentine/Helena [MirrorMask]
His Name Was ;; 'oc'/helena, valentine/helena ;; rated PG
pink has such a way with getting inside the head of practically any character. When it comes to authors, I generally stick to one of their fandoms because they sometimes just don't do the others justice, but pink? She's incredible-- everything I've ever read by her, she's been able to get the characters spot on, has been able to crawl inside their head and figure out how they would deal with the situation. If I ever read a piece that's OOC from her, I may just die of shock.
I want to get her into every one of my fandoms just so she'll write them for me.
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The words were sweet but sticky, like maple syrup gluing her childish fingers together. She kept her mind on the sweetness and tried to ignore the stickiness, tried not to think that he tasted like spearmint gum when he kissed her and that that was not a natural human taste. Mark’s kisses were not as she imagined them to be, as she’d hoped Valentine’s would be: soft and honest and a little bit selfish. Taste a bit like dirt, a bit like copper from biting down on coins to test their worth, from biting his tongue to stop himself from apologizing.
pink has such a way with getting inside the head of practically any character. When it comes to authors, I generally stick to one of their fandoms because they sometimes just don't do the others justice, but pink? She's incredible-- everything I've ever read by her, she's been able to get the characters spot on, has been able to crawl inside their head and figure out how they would deal with the situation. If I ever read a piece that's OOC from her, I may just die of shock.
I want to get her into every one of my fandoms just so she'll write them for me.
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The words were sweet but sticky, like maple syrup gluing her childish fingers together. She kept her mind on the sweetness and tried to ignore the stickiness, tried not to think that he tasted like spearmint gum when he kissed her and that that was not a natural human taste. Mark’s kisses were not as she imagined them to be, as she’d hoped Valentine’s would be: soft and honest and a little bit selfish. Taste a bit like dirt, a bit like copper from biting down on coins to test their worth, from biting his tongue to stop himself from apologizing.