I DO NOT LIKE FEANORIANS.
Melisande is back again. And is not happy.
Most of the scars are covered, but there are thin white lines on her face, marring her otherwise flawless features. She's currently downstairs, briefly, shooting nervous glances over her shoulder and really, really wanting to find Hedda. Hopefully they're all too busy with the dying one to come and find her, as she has no real desire to die that way again. It took altogether too long.
Those sadistic bastards. She hates them, she really does, precious.
A quiet sound and she jumps, wheeling with a gasp. Nothing there.
Dammit. Stupid Elves. Not to mention the goddamn vampire and -
Melisande is not having a good few months. Come and make them worse!
Most of the scars are covered, but there are thin white lines on her face, marring her otherwise flawless features. She's currently downstairs, briefly, shooting nervous glances over her shoulder and really, really wanting to find Hedda. Hopefully they're all too busy with the dying one to come and find her, as she has no real desire to die that way again. It took altogether too long.
Those sadistic bastards. She hates them, she really does, precious.
A quiet sound and she jumps, wheeling with a gasp. Nothing there.
Dammit. Stupid Elves. Not to mention the goddamn vampire and -
Melisande is not having a good few months. Come and make them worse!