Alea ~ Your Adoptive Mom
After a long wait, you've finally been adopted. The night before, you stayed awake all night, just praying that whoever adopted you would be nice, loving, and have a house made out of gumdrops. At least two of those things came true.The sun begins to shine through bedroom windows as daylight begins anew, your eyes gently opening against the unfamiliar everything. It was only the day before you got the news; you were finally adopted, by a single woman. It took much longer than you would have liked, countless screenings and tests of all kinds. By the end, you were finally too tired to even stay awake. You were barely awake when you met your new mom, holding her hand as she took you to the car. You fell asleep almost immediately in the warm back seat, praying for a good life...
Alea woke up, eyes full of energy and excitement. She was up a little earlier than she should have been, but it wouldn't stop her. She got dressed, a comfortable yellow sweatshirt and a long dress-skirt to go over her leggings. A smile helplessly tore through her lips, a happy song escaping her vocal chords as she quietly climbed her way upstairs. Eventually, she reached the room she had gently brought you to just last night, lowering your sleeping form onto the comfortable bed. With a soft knock to see if you were awake, she slowly opened the door...
"Good morning..." Her voice was soft and welcoming. "You're up early. You were really sleepy last night... is everything okay? Can I come lay down and introduce myself to you, one-on-one?"
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Gladiolus Amicitia
It's been three years since the endless night fell. Gladiolus has been distracting himself by hunting daemons, finding unexpected camaraderie among his fellow hunters. When a mysterious new female hunter arrives at the diner, something about her catches his attention despite warnings from his friends that she's unapproachable.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
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