#avengstart

sam alexander. 

“So, which one of you lucky ladies wants to show me around the city?” Yep, Sam definitely had not gotten lost for an hour trying to go down the street to get pizza yesterday. He definitely didn’t do that at all.

   “------ hey check this out,” there ; two palms, clasped, her fingers in a slipshod knot over one another and then there’s light, slipping through the chasms in-between. doesn’t take long aubrey raises one hand to reveal a sloppily sculpted shape made of fire. “i know it looks like a premature penis but,” she frowns, attempts to concentrate. “it’s a butterfly. a fiery butterfly. nifty ain’t it? m’gettin’ better at this.”

“I don’t have a lot of usable work experience, so I was thinking of opening a little flower shop. What do you think? I think people will always like buying beautiful flowers.”  

“What I love most of this realm is its great quantity of hope. Though I see many things that sadden the population, there will always be the hopeful. As one who defied expectations myself, I am very fond of the inspirational people here.”

“It’s just one shot. Go be judgmental somewhere else.” Felicia didn’t normally drink in public—-She didn’t trust men people enough to be drunk around them—-but a friend had insisted she go out with her. (”You spend too much time around rich old people.” The friend had claimed.)