Eggnog 13, Pomelo 8: this wild darkness
Title: this wild darkness
Main Story: In the Heart -- EPIC PIRATE AU
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Eggnog 13 (silent night), pomelo 8 (Only those who were born to hang are not afraid of the water.), My Treat (EPIC PIRATE AU: Melanie's point of view of the town.), malt (SC 238 The prettier the flower, the farther from the path. - Into the Woods (Red Riding Hood)), butterscotch, pocky, chopped nuts (EPIC PIRATE AU).
Word Count: 100
Rating: G.
Summary: Melanie comes to Plymouth.
Notes: Hey, look! I'm being stylistic again.
She crested a rise and it sprawled before her, shimmering in the moonlight, the little circle of thatched houses and mud-stone walls dwarfed against the vastness of the sea. The whitecap waves burst under the stars, a gentle roar in her ears; all she could have hoped and more.
The town itself was nothing. Pinprick fires dulled by papered windows shivered light into the dark, the last defense for a huddled group of frightened people. She walked past without a second thought.
The sand rough beneath her feet, the sea chilled velvet on her ears-- the air smelled of freedom.
Main Story: In the Heart -- EPIC PIRATE AU
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Eggnog 13 (silent night), pomelo 8 (Only those who were born to hang are not afraid of the water.), My Treat (EPIC PIRATE AU: Melanie's point of view of the town.), malt (SC 238 The prettier the flower, the farther from the path. - Into the Woods (Red Riding Hood)), butterscotch, pocky, chopped nuts (EPIC PIRATE AU).
Word Count: 100
Rating: G.
Summary: Melanie comes to Plymouth.
Notes: Hey, look! I'm being stylistic again.
She crested a rise and it sprawled before her, shimmering in the moonlight, the little circle of thatched houses and mud-stone walls dwarfed against the vastness of the sea. The whitecap waves burst under the stars, a gentle roar in her ears; all she could have hoped and more.
The town itself was nothing. Pinprick fires dulled by papered windows shivered light into the dark, the last defense for a huddled group of frightened people. She walked past without a second thought.
The sand rough beneath her feet, the sea chilled velvet on her ears-- the air smelled of freedom.