#strab-ontrolls

i am uber sick rn and like can barely move more than three feet away from my bed

Zautul pulled herself out of the river’s fast current and onto the riverbank. She began to dry her hair out and stand by the bank to wait for her dress to follow suit. After a while she felt that he didn’t look like a fish out of water and she began to  look around her surroundings and when she was down she nodded to herself and began to run along the river bank, following the current north. She almost missed the troll that was walking along the river bank, and in shyness she immediately slowed her speed and looked down at the water.

Darrvi twiddled his fingers against the glass panes on the candy display cases. He came to this shop often, mostly because his moirail was absolutely in love with the place. Where else could you buy custom-made, practically Russian Roulette inspired candy? Darrvi hadn’t actually tried any of the sweets Cherie had to offer (because he was terrified of catching one of the deadly spicy pieces mixed in with the others), but he had no doubt that they were fantastic. 

“Ah well, I suppose i’m just wondering what a thing so nearing perfection would be doing in this terrible place.  You’re a jadeblood, there are more fitting establishments for your station than this one, you stick out almost as badly as I do.”  he brushed the hair a ittle with his finger.  “How rude of me, I didn’t introduce myself, I’m Tosuke.”

Paatni eased up on her stiff demeanor and wondered, just for a second, if he was really complimenting her appearance or if instead he was complimenting her bloodcaste. She gave him a weary look. “Paatni,” she said. 

Yawn, another day another dollar, right? Wasn’t that how this was suppose to play out. You work and you get money? Somehow the rustblood felt like he was being cheated somehow, despite coming here each damn day to make money. Perhaps it was because his boss was such a creep, or more so that the customers, all highbloods were even worse. 

Fixing his vest Eimest straightened his tie and clocked in, the restaurant he worked at wouldn’t tolerate him being late, and he wouldn’t tolerate losing his job, so he came in fifteen minutes early most days. striding into the kitchen where most of the waiters and waitresses waited and chatted til opening, Eimest leaned back and listened to the mindless gossip. His deep maroon eyes wandering around the clean kitchen. Where was their new cook? Wasn’t there suppose to be one after Stuffy had quit in a fit of rage over some weird salad that wasn’t even on the menu?

This was absolutely terrifying. 

Fidias read so many great reviews on the new running app Zombies, Run! Of course, with comments like “Without this app I would have never beaten my record time!” and “This app really got me moving!” and, even better, “I was so sore the next night!” he had no logical reason not to try it out. Was it working? Yes. Were his racing heart, gasping lungs and clammy hands worth the results? Not at all. 

cause that’s such a waste of so much character development and starting all over just... feels like a waste....