[closed : say something once why say it again / i hate people when they're not polite]
Who: teethandtonic & lestrangestone
When: Monday night.
Where: A little flowergarden in the park.
Format: Action.
What: Some people kind of deserve each other? No, really. This could be the start of another beautiful friendship.
Warnings: TBA? Possible talk of awful things. Two awful people being awful?
[Her steps had quickened in the last few moments, and she'd stopped paying attention to the people she'd passed - already she knew it wasn't them, wasn't there. Her destination lay beyond, and the red thread around her index finger showed the way. The color is a sign, of course.
Pointed the way, as she held her hand aloft, green cloak billowing out behind her as she wove her way toward the park, past semi useless shops and very useless people, single minded in a way that she hadn't been since Luciela had Ascended. Transformed into a fearsome monolith - dormant, yes, but she could wake at any moment.
She's wearing her best clothes, because one should never be underdressed for matters of importance. It's a measure of respect she affords very few. Was this a mission? Was she being summoned for some greater purpose? She's sure of it as she approaches - why, she'd stake the lives of those three children near the gazebo on it.]
When: Monday night.
Where: A little flowergarden in the park.
Format: Action.
What: Some people kind of deserve each other? No, really. This could be the start of another beautiful friendship.
Warnings: TBA? Possible talk of awful things. Two awful people being awful?
[Her steps had quickened in the last few moments, and she'd stopped paying attention to the people she'd passed - already she knew it wasn't them, wasn't there. Her destination lay beyond, and the red thread around her index finger showed the way. The color is a sign, of course.
Pointed the way, as she held her hand aloft, green cloak billowing out behind her as she wove her way toward the park, past semi useless shops and very useless people, single minded in a way that she hadn't been since Luciela had Ascended. Transformed into a fearsome monolith - dormant, yes, but she could wake at any moment.
She's wearing her best clothes, because one should never be underdressed for matters of importance. It's a measure of respect she affords very few. Was this a mission? Was she being summoned for some greater purpose? She's sure of it as she approaches - why, she'd stake the lives of those three children near the gazebo on it.]