#winona.

“Ehh, stop talking.”

Etienne spoke, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his sleeve. His crimson gaze flickered to where the blood had began to bubble on the puncture wounds in Winona’s neck, a sinister smile gracing his features at the sight.

“You know, I’ve lived several Elven lifetimes… the begging and the crying gets so old so fast. And then you get the brave ones, the angry ones, the ones who completely disassociate…” he sighed, leaning back from Winona. He’d told her to stay put as part of his vampiric charm, leaving her stuck and unable to leave to go see her party.

A Picture

     A picture. A single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. You can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. You're trapped in the picture, in the past.

     Maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. But you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left.

leo: in 2021

leo: isnt it strange that you're the only sane person i know at this point ?

stella: have i told you i see stars in your eyes 🥺

NAME: winona farren conrad

AGE: 34-39

OCCUPATION: corporate lawyer

SEXUALITY: bisexual

GENDER/PRONOUNS: cis female / she/her

BIO:

tba.

OTHER:

top

CONNECTIONS:

* *:・ﾟ✧* honesty hour !

“that’s not ‘doing your worst’ now is it? first and foremost has to be my girlfrie— my winnie winner— you don’t marry someone who’s not your favourite. that’s a certain charm to raf when he’s a little beaten up, and cash is the only producing partner a girl could ever want.”