#amadea deva bennett

Fairytale-ish AU???? (Larissa and Amadea) Amadea walked by the cold woods,everytime her feet or the dress trailed the grounds,it seems to quiver deeply,for she searched for the most beautiful nymph to restore the beauty she has faded from simply walking over the woods,the moon-like a lovelorn man,cursed her to walk forever only to age as she walked by teh woods,for she saw the trembling of the girl,she quickly ran by,the winds seems to howl at the distance,for her concealed night figure become revealed,as like a frightened deer to the wolf's hunger,she grew more greedy-the time seems to slip by like the rivers that flow by,the nymph's trails slowly become noticeable,not even the Gods could looked favorable upon her,as it slowly grew trees and plants,her time is up,she grew more frightened,as she ran by further and further,with a small swril from the hands,she commanded the trees under her will,to catch the running girl. Amadea has taht cold grin,the blood of the nymph slowly driven her by the madness,to gain an extended life span,her heart palpates slightly as she seen the running of the nymph,her eyes so innocent and she radiates a warm light that makes her hungrier,the more she ran to the woods,to catch that elusive nymph-it seems to bend in her control,catching the girl by the ankle,that feeling of being trapped,her heart grew weary,as she glanced at the laced figure,for she is beautiful,amidst the cold moonlight,for she of the darkness,as she slowly unsheathed the dagger out of her dress,her life slowly expiring with the stare,but however she could glance in the beuaty,her eyes filled with torment. She slowly fell for her,but however she noticed she crumbled in the stars,she has fallen for her.

Moll Cutpurse girl-Fedora’s stealings

“Double trouble-” as Fedora smirked slightly,as they could see both mouthing words in the iPhone,of an epic tone,Jeanne knew the nature of Fedora knowing of her ancestor is the infamous Moll cutpurse,as she slowly snatched away the shiny bracelet of Jeanne, “after all Moll would slapped me in the back as I am pretty good at breaking in-” Jeanne knew of Fedora’s ancestor and her kleptomaniac manners “I know you-” as she gripped her wrist.

Fedora’s eyes widened slightly on Jeanne’s quiet mannerisms “I have been watching you since you keep seeing how the items are slowly disappearing-” as she slowly tried to snatch back the pocket,and there Fedora’s eyes are slightly raised “Are you kidding me-”,Jeanne has that cold smirk “I kinda know your next movement-”

Chocolates for days

“oh shit-” as Caitlyn swore quietly as she dug out for the tampons in her backpack,her face sulking and miserable,Morgan knows of her crabby expression “Mother Flo struck us again mere mortals by that horrible flow-” as she make her fake sean bean accent,Caitlyn rolled her eyes of Morgan’s exaggerated accents “hahaha very funny-”,as she looked for the painkillers. Morgan looked for the bag,and she has that widened look of mischief as she knew of Caitlyn’s causing hell on earth “Who wants chocolates-”  as she shook the bag “I know the Kraken wanted a sacrifice so the gods offer to the body-”,Caitlyn laughed slightly “well I am always a slut for the mars bars-” as Morgan dangled the packet and Caitlyn closed her eyes in ectasy “holy shit it tasted so damn good-”,there she took that picture of Caitlyn in flee

“You are pulling the stocks to making me feel better -” as Caitlyn grabbed another chocolate bars “You bitch,you are my saviour-”

Clothing choices (Inside by Wagner’s Treuloser Holder! from Tristan and Isolde)

Amadea flciked casually with the players,looking at that old disc of Tristan and Isolde,that quiet smile as she scrummaging through the clothes,colours for each occasion,and the sequins which shimmered against the glowing candlelight,and the sensual aroma of jasmine and musk adored the shire of hers.

“Darling are you ready-”,as her father waited downstairs whistling Wagner “Give me few more minutes daddy-”,as she gave the soft look to her father,she looks through the clothes,memories she looked through in each dress,a charity ball where she was the centre of the attention,as she found the perfect dress,a she slips through the dress,the sequins that shimmered through the candlelights,quietly she has that teasing smile "Ready daddy-",before she left,she quick took out that knife and left it at the altar of Diana,

Prompt ‘A scene taken in extreme cold”

Treading through the cold mountains was not fun,Cerys knew that by their expressions-Drago sulking miserably huddling his long cloak,Auberon fighting the cold with his persona of a tough man by gulping that brandy bottle from sweet Alexandria.

“We are almost there-“ Cerys shouted as they slowly trek up “If we are lucky to get the herb garden of our goddess-“ Drago saw a ghostly figure,a man covered in moss and skulls of the past warriors,his long claws tearing the mountains. That one glance and Drago grew pale as the fallen god noticed they came into their lands. “SHIT”,Auberon noticed the slow movements of his friend,as he was nearly buried in the snow,quickly he gave that last drop of that special bottle “Drink up I cannot let you died in the cold,your dad will kill me for losing you-“ Auberon mummer for Midva to spare his life,even more than usual. Drago is slowly fading into the colds,as his vision blurred,to see a furry figure in black, a rough voice came through,a man with strong eyes

“The wolf of the snows-“ Cerys spoke hastily,as he seen the softness of his grin in seeing a familiar figure,hearing the roars of the fallen god “Bring him quickly-“ He knew that time is running out for Drago,so he took out the sword “Come and get me you fiend-“ as both Cerys and Auberon ran off quickly.

Prompt-“A Moment of Forgiveness”

The council-131 words (10 mins)

deferential respect: they paid obeisance to the prince.• a gesture expressing deferential respect, such as a bow or curtsy: she made a deep obeisance.

THERE ALWISS TREMBLED SLIGHTLY ,AS HE WAS SUMMONED BY THE COUNCELLIOR AMADEUS ONTO THE PALACES OF THOREAU, THERE WILMAR SMILED CALMLY  “TO THE OBEISANCE FOR EMPEROR THOREAU,THE CARRIERS OF THE SEAS THE SERPENT OF THE NORTH-"

Thoreau was a man wise beyond his years,his eyes twitches slightly “I heard from my head mage Wilmar that you do have the dreams interpreted-“ Alwiss nodded quietly,his eyes trembled slightly on his haughtiness “Good Carrier of the Sea,I am simply your humble servant-“ Thoreau observed his body language he twitched “I have this dream where we struggle in the wilds I am on the ship-“ Alwiss have to think quietly,the king is not easy to please,after all his line of the seas is cursed and works burning them.

Never look for the iron will-153 words

Stop being so nice to him.

On Turpin’s hiding as John Palmer,he was hungry but he knew he has to keep cover from the men,in long cloaks and eyes stern. The paranioa grew deeper and deepoer as men in torches crackled in the auutumm winds,for he covered himself and fled aaway and blend with the woods.

As she whistled to Back door man-Amadea looked coldly-”So where are you going?-” Bertha barely spoke “going to my gig in the corner-”Her gaze seems cold and calm-observing the nuances of her behaviour “sure I will see you here-”

There Amadea faded back tto the crowds,Bertha has that chill down the spine,her gaze frightened-unsure of that difference. There Bertha whistled back back door man,a darkness behold,as Bertha came out into the practoices of chords. Ace noticed  the paleness of Bertha “are you okay fudde-” Bertha barely spoke as she fidgeted her scarf “Nah I should be okay-” Bertha took out her Les Paul and started ewwith chords,her mind whirled with Amadea’s prescene witn Amadea’s prescene as if she was the next operson to be targeted.

 For she knows if she wants a trip,the airport is like the escapism either for the fleets of charity or for pleasure indulging in the world luxuries Often she paid immersive amounts of girls,who dreamed of traveling,a honeypot-an act of charity to expensive treats,a  treat of the high life-an old phrase “Champagne wishes and Caviar Dreams-“,as she planned the schedule of their travels,enticing each girl to what they dreamed whenever it was visiting the famous louvre or go on the skiing trip. 

While Miranda looked at the Norse sagas,Amadea gently caressed the items as she draped it to the tables,and Miranda glanced at the objects on the table,a gorgeous watch,an illustration of one of Arthur’s crusades for the holy grail and a dagger. Miranda was intrigued by the dagger-for it was lined by gold. There she sheepishly unsheathed the dagger,acting it as the mirror,she fiddled her hair slightly,through the reflection of the dagger,the wonderful Amadea.