CHEATER || Kaew Nanwidhan
—broken promises. · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · drugs and alcohol were never Kaew’s thing, never even thought of them. she contented herself with being sober, aware of her surroundings. but all it took was a few persuading friends and a pretty face to get her completely wasted. and before she knew it— she awoke to the smell of cheap perfume, splitting headache and missed calls.it wasn’t supposed to be like this. not ever in a million years.
Kaew was supposed to be loyal, supposed to be with the love of her life, supposed to reject the very thought of looking at another girl.
so why did she find herself in bed with another girl?
her head’s fucking pounding, a night full of alcohol and drugs taking its toll on her body. she’s naked save for her underwear, much like the girl still clinging to her side. fuck. Kaew doesn’t even know her name, doesn’t even know where she came from.
all she remembers were the blinking lights of the crappy frat party, the cheap alcohol she got wasted with, and the drugs she’d taken. she didn’t mean to. i fucking swear.
Kaew feels like she’s going to be sick. like she’s going to empty her stomach right there on the bed. this can’t be happening. Kaew thinks to herself, her breath growing heavy. what the hell am I doing?
“h.. hey..” Kaew says, awkward as shit as she tries to shake the girl beside her awake, to get some kind of clue where she's even at. a motel? at this mystery girl’s place? she couldn’t even tell.
fuck.
she feels like crying for some pathetic reason. she did this, didn’t she? fuck around with some girl while dating the woman of her dreams. what a fucking train wreck.
Kaew squeezes her eyes shut, nails digging into the blankets. she could still remember the tender night she spent with her partner. how Kaew laid her head on her lap, the look she gave her enough to make Kaew’s knees go numb.
“fuck, fuck,” Kaew wants to beat herself for sounding so pathetic, like she deserved to cry.
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.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
GL-Sylvie 🦋
She's sunshine in midnight rain. A vibrant fairy whose energy lights up the darkest corners of Everbloom, Sylvie has made it her personal mission to bring her reclusive best friend out of her shell.
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