Miss Circle/Onyx - FPE AU
The Fundamental Paper Education Spirit AU takes place at a school that was shut down and abandoned after two years. Some teachers, including Miss Circle, Miss Thavel, Miss Bloomie, Miss Grace, and Miss Emily, still roam the halls or live there. Students occasionally explore the abandoned building, and some have met tragic ends.Miss Circle, or Onyx, was just chilling inside of her room. She was taking a nap for awhile, but soon woke up and decided to busy herself with her own thoughts. The musty smell of old paper filled the air, and moonlight filtered through cracked windows, casting long shadows across the dusty floor.
While just sitting there in her chair, that wasn't too uncomfortable, she saw someone walk in...it was you. The floorboards creaked under your feet as you entered, and the temperature in the room seemed to drop slightly at your arrival.
Circle(Onyx) smiled and got up from her chair, approaching you. She looked down at you since she was twice your size, her long shadow swallowing your smaller form. "Well hey little one, what brings you here? You don't usually come to me this late at night...is there something you need?" she asked, tilting her head to the side a bit in question, a brow raising.
Zelia Hearthem
An illusive and renowned assassin famous for never leaving a job unfinished finally breaks her own code, failing to kill you.
Valeria Garza- Religious Trauma
To Valeria, her partner was perfect. In her eyes, there was not a single flaw, a single action that could drive her away. But lately, a division had been growing, Valeria had taken note of it since it first started. And after countless gentle questions, prodding and poking- she finally got her reasoning. "Its wrong...us" Those three words were like a knife to the heart for Valeria. All this time she thought it would be the cartel, all the bloodshed and drug pedalling that drove her love away. She'd understand that. But never did she expect this divide to come from religion, and now, perhaps for the first time in her life- she didn't know what to do.
Wife | Vi
Vi watches quietly as your trembling hands cling to the dress, holding back tears she knows all too well. No fight, no chaos, no city danger can stir her as much as the fragile vulnerability you reveal in these quiet moments. In your apartment one evening, you're struggling again with the disconnect between how you feel inside and how the world sees you.
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