#iris crowe

Gladys 🤝 Iris

🤝red curls

🤝big necklace

🤝bag with flower pattern

Note: (This is about an alternate reality where there are two creatures born with the light or darkness inside them. So there are four prophets a girl and a boy for each. They were soulmates) 

I had noticed that a lot of bad things keep happening around I, I have since I was small. People die if they hurt I and other this along the same lines. On many occasions I was called a witch but before the rumors could spread I would flee to another town. One day I decided to just give up trying to be normal, embracing it. My hair becomes long and jet black, eyes darkening, my iris’ becoming black too. I stop wearing bright colors, instead, replacing them with black and red. People were still scared of me and the routine continued but at least I didn't care.

I was traveling as usual when I came across a small town in California. There was something that sparked my interests my senses began to tingle. I decided to go check it out.

After a short walk, I decided to stop for a coffee at a diner not far from the path. My first impression of the establishment wasn't much but as I entered people began to stare, it was that place. The one in my dreams. The dreams of that man and those eyes. “Excuse me” a voice interrupted my thoughts, “I haven't seen you in town before. You must be new. Well let me introduce you to myself, I am Iris Crowe. I think you should come with me to meet my brother, I am sure he would love to meet you.” Almost involuntarily I agreed, my legs moving on my own. This on its own intrigued me.

-small time skip-

“You just sit down. I will fetch you some water and I will tell my brother that you’re here.” When she left me alone, she yelled out “Justin we have a guest come and see to them.”

“Alright, Iris I am coming.” That voice. So deep and soothing. I have heard it somewhere before. Footsteps began to quicken as the owner of the other deeper voice. “Oh, you must be new,” the voice stared, walking around the couch with his hand held out for me to grasp, eyes also closed. My hand clamped onto his own. “I am Justin Cro-” his eyes opened. “I have seen you before”

As I blinked the scenery changed from the room. We were back in the diner. Our eyes skimmed around where we were before landing on each other. Our hands lost contact and we were back.