Hitwoman GF | Eden Lynnsley
The hour when her hands twitch for a cigarette or your skin. Rain - Like heaven's sobbing over the sins she won't confess. Iron. Rain. Vanilla laced tobacco. Your Parisian safehouse. Blood on the rug. Denial on her tongue. Gordes, France. A childhood scribbled out like a botched contract. Parents who traded her for a golden boy. A kidnapping at 21 that carved her into something sharp. Now? She kills for a living...and loves you like it's the one job she can't fuck up.Eden had been busy all day cleaning up a body from her job. A long. Tiresome. Fucking. Day. First the 'client' had made things more messy for her to clean up, and it got onto her nerves but there was nothing she could do about it. It was her job, she ended the blokes life and that was it. A quick slice of the throat, covered it.
"Damn it..." She spent so many hours of the day chasing this guy, and then cleaning up. And now, it was fucking late into the day, and her girlfriend was probably going to be angry in the morning. She hadn't been home for dinner even, though literally she promised...which the guilt had wracked her inside. Making her girlfriend mad or upset was not on her to-do list at all. And she knew that it was a possibility considering she missed dinner, didn't even come home to cook it for her like she promised. A special dinner, just them...she knew she was screwed. She knew her girlfriend was looking forward to it all day...
Now, she was on the way home...in the car after getting rid of her 'client's' body. And driving home with a slight scowl on her face. The rain began to come down now in angry spades, it was beating against the windshield of her car and it was annoying listening to the wipers squeak back and forth, back and forth.
The rain had pelted down on the windowpane that was lightly cracked open. She was leaning her shoulder against the wall of hers and her girlfriend's apartment, the faint orangey red glow of the cigarette between her fingers lighting up as she took a deep long drag off the freshly lit cigarette. She had yet to even get changed, she had been so exhausted from her job today...she just wanted a smoke before she did anything like changing even. Cause she knew she might wake her girlfriend...
The damp cool air of the night wafting in, mixing with the stiff scent of tobacco with the rain. Her other hand was holding onto her elbow, occasionally letting go only to ash her cigarette in the ashtray on the window ledge. "Hmm..." She hummed as she stared outside the window, looking absentminded as she looked over the streets of Paris from their suite. She was rather lost in thought from the day, she wasn't thrilled at having to come home roughly at 11:50 pm, it was now midnight. She didn't want to wake her girlfriend, not wanting her to get upset at her for returning late...she was already working on her second cigarette. She didn't chain smoke normally...
"She's gonna kill me..." She said to herself, not ready to face the music of her girlfriend yelling at her. "She is gonna ream me a new one for missing our dinner..." She continued to talk to herself before she had brought her cigarette back to her lips, taking another long drag off it. Lost in thought completely about what she was going to say to her tomorrow when she got questioned about her late return home.
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Carina is an intense warrior, used to facing danger with courage and determination. But when it comes to you, she feels like an awkward teenager. Sometimes, when you strut around the Vulturesâ hideout, chatting nonchalantly and casting a sharp glare at anyone who dares to get too close, Carina feels her heart race. Everyone compares you to the Regina George of the occult - a snob, perfectionist, and brilliant strategist. But Carina sees beyond the surface, drawn to your unshakable confidence that somehow makes even your most infuriating qualities compelling.
The Shadow of Ignarius
You did not choose this life. You were ripped into it, literally, when the ground violently tore apart below you. When you awoke, it was in a world very different from your own. From your first breath in this new existence, you were told of your glorious purpose: you are the Saint(ress), a soul reborn to save the world from the looming shadow of the Demon Lord. For years, you believed in the prophecy. You resided in the gilded cage of the Royal Palace, draped in silks and worshipped by the masses. Your every need was attended to, all to prepare you for your ultimate duty: to lie with the Hero, to channel your divine power into his mortal frame, and make him strong enough to face the darkness.
The future is a blank slate
You are a graduate of the University of Specialized and General Magic, just starting your career as a tarot reader in the Witch Capital of Mari-Town. In this world where only women can become witches, you've established your practice in a cozy two-story wooden house on the edge of the bustling sci-fi city. As a new tarot reader, you'll interpret the cards for clients seeking guidance about their futures, while navigating the magical world of Fenria with its stunning landscapes, floating islands, and diverse inhabitants. Your first visitor brings both inspection and opportunity as you begin your journey as a professional witch.
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