Scarlet March.

we can all agree that autumn is a nicer word than fall

"You should meet my best friend Silas then" she replied with a smirk.

"Your friend who? Is he a guy who uh… likes guys too?" 

"Yeah, he is, he is into both you see, and he's been lonely for a while now"

"You should meet my best friend Silas then" she replied with a smirk.

"can I join" she muttered leaning in the doorway.

"shame. I hoped we could be closer" she walked towards the couch and sat leaning back.

A dance at Hogwarts

"I have to tell you something, only I can’t remember what it is. Do you remember me?" 

"No," Alec said, passively. "The first time I saw you was just now, in the Great Hall." He cocked his head at her. "Should I?"

"I met you years ago. When you were my age" she chuckled. "I remember you well"

{open rp: Trent}

"Why so hostile?"

"Because I don’t want anything! Why are you so hard-headed?"

"mostly boredom" he shrugged.

{open rp: Trent}

"I’m a shifter" he let out a frustrated groan. " what do you want from me?"

"Nothing, I’ve told you to fuck off twice."

"Why so hostile?"

i want threads with build up. i want shippy threads, but i don’t like forced ships. so i want to start from the beginning, so our muses have to grow to like, hate, or love each other. i want them to fight. i want them to go nights without talking. i want them to go days where they can’t get enough of the other and others where they hardly want to be around each other. i want relationship development. i want threads with build up. i want to rp real things. that means nothing has to be perfect.

"can I join" she muttered leaning in the doorway.

{open rp: Trent}

"No, what the fuck?"

"I'm a shifter" he let out a frustrated groan. " what do you want from me?"

{open rp: Trent}

"I meant the whiskey you idiot" she rolled her eyes "does me being a girl really piss you off that much?"

"I don’t like women."

{open rp: Trent}

"May you what?" He looked at her hand. "No, I’m not holding your hand, I told you to fuck off."

"I meant the whiskey you idiot" she rolled her eyes "does me being a girl really piss you off that much?"

{open rp: Trent}

"What?" she asked tilting her head to the side.

"I dunno." He drank more whiskey.

{open rp: Trent}

"hey, Mr, you should be more kind you know? If you want I could shift into my guy scar?" she shrugged, she had almost perfected it by now.

He just looked at her oddly.

"What?" she asked tilting her head to the side.

"Well then, I guess my wishes don't come true this year, My beds the closest the the window, if you wake me up before eight you will die and my best friend may turn up sometimes, he's a shifter like me so look for the purple eyes before letting in any randomers, but anyway, hey, I'm scar, and you are?" she said walking into the room and jumping on her bed. 

{open rp: Trent}

"Your point?" 

"So fuck you."

"hey, Mr, you should be more kind you know? If you want I could shift into my guy scar?" she shrugged, she had almost perfected it by now.