[Prompt: Languish ( Read more... )

[Prompt: Demure]

No one to look at her would think anything more of her than what she was; a quiet aging wallflower. How it would shock them, if they knew.

Louisa pushed the drooping curl away, whilst her eyes sought out the tall figure across the room, so imposing in his formal black.

How she longed to be back in the Lake country, rambling ( Read more... )

Life?Her cell darkened for rest cycle. Ilsa curled into a ball, remembering the blind panic in which she’d fled her Organic Chem class. Students had been mechanically separated into genders; men herded onto one gaping transport, women onto another ( Read more... )

[Prompt: Punish ( Read more... )