I’ve been bullied so much that I want to run away, but he looks like my type! [active/open]
Characters: Marta Lualdi, Hidan, open
Setting: Observatory
Time: Day 017, midday
Summary: Hidan is a jerk.
Warnings: ;_;
Marta had been seated on one of the sofas in the Observatory for some time, her cheek rested on the palm of of her hand, elbow propped up on the armrest, not saying much of anything. At a glance it might have seemed as though she were deeply considering something, but that couldn't be have been farther from the truth. Her thoughts were scattered at best, moving from one thing to the next. In a place like this there were no lack of things to think about, but none of them seemed worthwhile at the moment. Not the house or who owned it, nor the monsters and ghosts that haunted it.
Well, maybe the ghosts. It was more than a little depressing to think that the couple who had sat on this couch before, cuddling and sharing hot chocolate, watching the snow fall. They really had been a cute couple. Marta couldn't help but feel a little envious when she thought about how close they were. She couldn't help but wonder how nice it'd be to be in a mature relationship like that. It must have been nice, she thought, to be able to find your perfect partner, to be able to start a new life together and to even start a family.
"They really are a cute couple," she said aloud now, more to herself than to her companion, a hint of envy in her voice. When was her prince charming going to come and whisk her away?
Setting: Observatory
Time: Day 017, midday
Summary: Hidan is a jerk.
Warnings: ;_;
Marta had been seated on one of the sofas in the Observatory for some time, her cheek rested on the palm of of her hand, elbow propped up on the armrest, not saying much of anything. At a glance it might have seemed as though she were deeply considering something, but that couldn't be have been farther from the truth. Her thoughts were scattered at best, moving from one thing to the next. In a place like this there were no lack of things to think about, but none of them seemed worthwhile at the moment. Not the house or who owned it, nor the monsters and ghosts that haunted it.
Well, maybe the ghosts. It was more than a little depressing to think that the couple who had sat on this couch before, cuddling and sharing hot chocolate, watching the snow fall. They really had been a cute couple. Marta couldn't help but feel a little envious when she thought about how close they were. She couldn't help but wonder how nice it'd be to be in a mature relationship like that. It must have been nice, she thought, to be able to find your perfect partner, to be able to start a new life together and to even start a family.
"They really are a cute couple," she said aloud now, more to herself than to her companion, a hint of envy in her voice. When was her prince charming going to come and whisk her away?