#shyielding

“Yeah, wouldn’t go that way if I were you ---  just stairs.  Lots of stairs ----           ----  unless you’re looking for stairs.  In that case, have at it ; you’re a step ahead of me.”  He isn’t quite sure why he’s talking still, why the words simply keep coming, but he’s at long last willed them to cease with hands well suspended ( pointed generally down the deceiving street ), with the syllables trailing with a bit of a woops chuckle, with a step within his place, a movement so simple and yet shying from the blunder.                                              Did the guy want stairs?  Or, well, what was at the end of them?

     ❝Father, what in the name of the Astrals is going on?❞

VERY GOOD. LET’S DO THIS.  THERE IS SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND- I have a need for this dark demented stuff.

      Her smile then falls, and proud shoulders begin to slump. Something had been plaguing her mind for far too long, and, now that Father had returned, even if only for a few days, she had an opportunity to bring it to his attention. ❝But I fear... Uncle may be planning to marry me off. There have been whispers as of late, and, well. I am the most eligible young lady in Solheim.❞ It’s said bitterly, as if quoting someone, and fingers begin to worry together in her lap. If there was one thing she feared most, it was losing what little freedom she had.

Amelia had been here for as long as she could remember. In fact, often times she wondered why she could never remember anything past a certain point. Just that… She had woken up one day, around a bunch of faces and things she did not know. They did things to her that were painful, but it had been all she had ever known.To Amelia, this was fairly normal. After they were finished, the scientists would be so kind to her, and put her back in the room they kept her in. Of course, nothing more than a glorified prison cell. She sat against the bed on the floor, the colour in her eyes dulled, black circles under her eyes, gazing into the distance as she hugged her legs to herself quietly, her red hair spilling down over her in a worn mess. An average day in a timeless place…That was when she heard it. A voice…? Amelia glanced around, confused. A gentle, soft voice. Slowly, she stood, staggering a bit. “H-Hello? Who’s there?” The girl called softly before a man appeared before her. Squinting her eyes a bit, she gently reached out her hand to reach out to him. He didn’t seem real. “Who are you…? Have we met before? I’m sorry, I don’t… I don’t remember.” Amelia admitted softly, clearly upset and apologetic by this. “Can we truly leave this place…?”@shyielding

listen i did a lot of stupid shit in my life but least neither my name or my alias can be as hilariously bastardized as yours glaucamole