[Team Six] 風の街へ
Hey ho, Team Six! This is your team captain checking in~
(Wow, I wander away from this writing game for, like, over half a year and we expand to a sixth team o_o)
I'm looking at my team list, and I recognise a few names but not all, so if everyone could touch base in the comments below (you're not obligated to read what I've written XD), I would really appreciate it ♥ I'd like to know how I can poke you when needed - that's the first and foremost - but we can also discuss other things in the comments too if you'd like~ (Like, musicals, for example? Les Miserables, anyone?)
The team is as followed:
jojibear ♔
springmaid
chuyeol
laughingvirus
amaxingbaek
fairyminseok
hunhunya
None of you are, by the looks of it, beginners at the game; I guess we all have a hang of the drill now, so I'll avoid boring y'all by going over stuff we all already know XD Hopefully, Frank the Goat will be obliging and contact people when they're tagged via e-mail, but if you're more inclined to using Twitter, I can be found at the handle _jojibear, and I can act as reminder there also~ But I either tweet a lot of drivel or I tweet nothing at all, so please follow at your own discretion u_u (You have been warned)
Other than that, I have very little else to say, so happy Shiritori-ing~!
I have been listening to too much Kalafina and FictionJunction again ;;
The following 176 words were inspired by the mood painted by FictionJunction's Kaze no Machi e, so please listen to this beautiful performance of the song while you read~
He closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, swaying gently in time to the beat of the song their singing around him.
There’s are arms wrapped around his waist, loose enough that it doesn’t cloister him but secure enough that his settles the anxiety that once pumped through his veins and pushed his feet to travel further and further away from scars of his past. The people sitting beside him he knows very little of, but he thinks that’s okay too because there’s only friendliness and kindness in the open smiles showered on him since he had arrived.
He hasn’t been in village of Zephyr for very long, but he can already imagine settling down here, living out the rest of his days with these people who have been nothing but welcoming, enfolding him within their embrace like a child of their own.
The setting sun dyes the endless sky above him a million shades of pink and orange; it’s soft and warm, and he feels safe and loved for the first time in many years.
I CHOOSE YOU, springmaid!
(Wow, I wander away from this writing game for, like, over half a year and we expand to a sixth team o_o)
I'm looking at my team list, and I recognise a few names but not all, so if everyone could touch base in the comments below (you're not obligated to read what I've written XD), I would really appreciate it ♥ I'd like to know how I can poke you when needed - that's the first and foremost - but we can also discuss other things in the comments too if you'd like~ (Like, musicals, for example? Les Miserables, anyone?)
The team is as followed:
jojibear ♔
springmaid
chuyeol
laughingvirus
amaxingbaek
fairyminseok
hunhunya
None of you are, by the looks of it, beginners at the game; I guess we all have a hang of the drill now, so I'll avoid boring y'all by going over stuff we all already know XD Hopefully, Frank the Goat will be obliging and contact people when they're tagged via e-mail, but if you're more inclined to using Twitter, I can be found at the handle _jojibear, and I can act as reminder there also~ But I either tweet a lot of drivel or I tweet nothing at all, so please follow at your own discretion u_u (You have been warned)
Other than that, I have very little else to say, so happy Shiritori-ing~!
I have been listening to too much Kalafina and FictionJunction again ;;
The following 176 words were inspired by the mood painted by FictionJunction's Kaze no Machi e, so please listen to this beautiful performance of the song while you read~
He closes his eyes and breathes out slowly, swaying gently in time to the beat of the song their singing around him.
There’s are arms wrapped around his waist, loose enough that it doesn’t cloister him but secure enough that his settles the anxiety that once pumped through his veins and pushed his feet to travel further and further away from scars of his past. The people sitting beside him he knows very little of, but he thinks that’s okay too because there’s only friendliness and kindness in the open smiles showered on him since he had arrived.
He hasn’t been in village of Zephyr for very long, but he can already imagine settling down here, living out the rest of his days with these people who have been nothing but welcoming, enfolding him within their embrace like a child of their own.
The setting sun dyes the endless sky above him a million shades of pink and orange; it’s soft and warm, and he feels safe and loved for the first time in many years.
I CHOOSE YOU, springmaid!