#freyathedruid

Before long, she could see the gates of a castle, and a grand one at that. Her heart beat increased as the adrenaline shot through her system. She knew that very soon, she was to leave this word. She prayed that her soul - tainted as it was- would be accepted into the other world. As she gazed upward toward the darkening sky, something caught her gaze. It was a boy - and he was staring at her. 

She carefully touched the wood and instantly felt a shock. She was surprised to feel life beating through the box. Suddenly the side of the box opened. In feat she was thrown back, staring wild eyed and frightened as a tall, lanky man in a bow tie stepped out. 

The moment her lips touched his, it was as though nothing else in the world existed except Freya. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he melted into the kiss, sweeping his thumb along her jawline with the lightest touch. The warlock could feel himself blushing profusely as he became lost in the moment, his lips seeking out hers again the instant she drew back…

Freya sat down in an open air coffee shop and ordered a cappuccino. She was suppose to meet a friend here but read the time wrong and ended up a half hour early. She forgot to grab a book and her dinkly little phone only played tetris - a game she never understood. She idely watched as a pair of sparrows hopped about and sang to each other in a tree. Suddenly, she heard someone call out and then a large thump and a string of curse words. She looked behind her to see a tall woman with long dark hair on the ground and groceries covering the sidewalk. She looked around to see if anyone else noticed - no point in over crowding the woman, of course - before heading over to help. "Are you okay?" she called, not sure if she should help the woman up or start gathering the gorceries. Seeing a cut on her leg, she went for the woman. "Here, why don't you take a seat and I can see what to do about your leg." Without waiting for an answer, she led the woman over and sat her down in the chair opposite. She quickly examined the cut and took a napkin she wet with water she hadn't had a chance to drink and started to wash the blood away. Luckily the woman wasn't wearing any stockings and her skirt hadn't been stained. She then told her to apply pressure while she went to go save the groceries. When she returned, she was a tad bit out of breathe, but glad to be of use. It was only after she had helped that she realized that perhaps it wasn't the smartest thing to do. "I'm sorry" she said instantly. "I can get carried away sometimes." In a much smaller voice she asked "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Send us a blindfold, send us a blade Tell the survivors help is on the way I was a blindfold, never complained All the survivors singing in the rain I was the one with the world at my feet Got us a battle, leave it up to me Find us a trap door, find us a plane Tell the survivors help is on the way I was a blindfold, never complained All the survivors singing in the rain I was the one with the world at my feet Got us a battle, leave it up to me What it is and where it stops nobody knows You gave me a life I never chose I wanna leave but the world won't let me go Wanna leave but the world won't let me go What it is and where it stops nobody knows You gave me a life I never chose I wanna leave but the world won't let me go Wanna leave but the world won't let me go What it is and where it stops nobody knows You gave me a life I never chose I wanna leave but the world won't let me go Wanna leave but the world won't let me go What it is and where it stops nobody knows You gave me a life I never chose I was the one with the world at my feet Got us a battle, leave it up to me Leave it up to me Leave it up to me Leave it up to me

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It was the beginning of a new term, and Guinevere’s dorm was drowning in books from the last term, all of which needed to be returned. For a Drama student, Guinevere had an awful lot of books. That’s the kind of student she was, if she were assigned a role from a play, Guinevere would want to study the character in depth. And any other modern performances, there would be a stack of rented DVDs beside her TV. Guinevere made her way to the library; she had 4 books in her bag, 3 books in one hand and coffee in another. Whilst she was at the library, she thought: might as well crack down to studying. She checked in her old books, and decided to go pick up some different ones. Guinevere noticed a girl across; she seemed familiar, possibly from the previous Christmas Ball. Her table was quite empty, so Guinevere decided to join her, seeing as most of the other tables were quite occupied. “Hi, I hope it’s not a problem if I sit here?” Guinevere asked politely. It didn’t seem to be a problem, so she sat down. The girl was fully engaged in her book, sat beside a table with a large stack of other books. Guinevere quietly got her notebook and pen from her bag, opened the book, which entitled ‘A Midsummer’s night dream’ and started to read through it. Hopefully not distracting her any more. “I’m Gwen, by the way. Short for Guinevere.” She stated, and smiled gracefully. 

Text: Hey, wanna meet up for some magic practice? There's a pretty secluded clearing about a quarter mile past the stables that we can use. I'll be there all afternoon, so feel free to drop by when/if you can.