#annotatingarchangels

Where’s the self-insert fic to prove it binch?

Kyrina’s least favorite person is whoever the last person was to talk to her about something she didn’t want to hear. She has a severe temper issue and not much of an attention span. 

@annotatingarchangels ✦ ✧There was a quiet spread out among the surface. Nary a sound was made except for the frantic flapping of wings of birds among the trees. A temple stood out in the wilderness, only slightly aged by the appearance of the weathered stone. Inside someone was standing next to a gold door that would lead somewhere eventually. One ear piquing just a bit, the owner turned around showing an eccentric manner of dress. "It would seem that I have a visitor." Surely it was the servant of the goddess coming to make himself known, and to pose a challenge to him. He snapped his fingers to leave the temple in haste. "You aren't quite what I had in mind.." Brows furrowed even if there were none to furrow. He canvassed the odd appearing person in front of him. He noticed near angelic features, and golden locks of hair. Where his manner, and tone usually may have been brash, he was curious how someone of such odd dress could end up there on the surface. "You.." He paused. "You are not from here are you?" While he did so enjoy a good round of carnage, he felt it would be wrong to so suddenly take the life away from someone lost. "Where are you from?" He followed up. The answer given would depend on how he would react; with amiable manner or with violence.

Thomas Wallis

“Are you alright? I’m not going to hurt you sir.” Zeno said, looking at Thomas. Why was this man hiding from him?

I have not. It sounds weird, but I’m not sure it’s a good or a bad kind of weird, and it’s apparently too obscure for any of my trusted GR friends to have spoken out about it. What else do you have to say, herald?

The alcoholic beverage made from the fermented juice of apples is aware that you would sacrifice your life for her. 

“You know, I really have no idea,” Randall replied. “It might have something to do with the way we died, I think-for example, Beau and Emily died of asphyxiation, and therefore, their skin turned blue. Even though Dori’s skin isn’t blue, his aura is, say, when he’s doing his little ‘rapid aging’ trick. I think the reason my bones are so gray is because of how I must’ve turned ashen when the blade…swung…at me…” His voice faltered at this memory, and he fell silent, not wanting to dwell on it any longer.