Switch Places!

The BEAR and Chesh will eventually delete this account.

Violet will be moving blogs at some point in the near future. I am rebuilding her from the ground up. 

IN AN ORGANIZED BLOG. 

I will slowly follow people I do on this blog as that blog progresses. I will not rp on it yet that’s why I am not deleting this one right away. 

1: "I'll run away with you."

2: "Don't go..."

3: "I'll miss you."

4: "You can't just leave!"

5: "Please, just stay here with me."

6: "Where are you planning on going?"

7: "You're really running away?"

8: "Leaving won't solve anything!"

9: "If you leave, I'll have no one."

10: "I can't go with you..."

11: "I can't stay here anymore."

12: "I have no where to go."

13: "There's nothing left for me here."

14: "Let's run away together."

15: "It would be better if I just left."

16: "If I stay, I'll just ruin everything for you again..."

17: "I already packed my bags."

18: "I'm run away because I don't have a choice!"

19: "I need to disappear for a while."

Okay guys I need your help. Which one for my new promo banner?

I’m personally leaning towards the second but the colors in the first one just won’t let me go man. //weeps I don’t even know.

“ Through the mirrors… How would you chase someone through mirrors? But… No, no one else has been here recently. Just me. ” His eyes narrowed slightly as he heard the word oysters mentioned in her thought process. “ What’s an oyster, girl-who’s-intruding-in-my-home-who-has’t -given-me-a-name-yet? ”

Violet blinked at him as if he were daft for suggesting that you couldn’t run through mirrors. When he asked her what an Oyster was she tipped her head quizzically, she hadn’t remembered actually saying it. “ Oysters are what we call humans outside of my realm, you age quickly I mean your life spans are nothing but a mere blink of the eye I suppose out of fairness you were given feelings stronger than my own. You’re emotions? the good ones at least, We harvest them-- they’re like little pearls you all carry. far stronger than our own over powering really they get us really really high. get it? Oyster. ”

“And uh you can just call me Chesh. Everyone does.”

Belle smiled at the new acquaintance, wondering why they had never run into each other- Storybrooke wasn’t a big town, it was rather easy to know everyone, but this woman was knew. “Yeah, Belle.” She hesitated for a moment and then gestured behind them. “Oh, I run the antiques shop with my husband- maybe you’ve met him? Rumplestiltskin, or Mr. Gold as he’s called here.”

The cat arched her brows and let out a low whistle, after casting an inconspicuous glance back at Belle’s husband. Mentally questioning what she assumed many questioned...How the hell did that happen? Belle was a pretty little thing where as Rumplestiltskin -- now don’t be rude Chesh! 

He was about as pretty as his name would suggest. “ I’ve spoken to him in passing once or twice. I uhm, I’m the town dentist. Or well one of them.”