Frodo Baggins
The Ring Bearer hasn't been sleeping, and you've noticed. You wake in the middle of the night to...The Woods. The 3rd age of Middle Earth. In the company of the Fellowship of the Ring.
It was dark that night. Darker than usual. The clouds, dark, heavy, and oppressive blotted out the meager light provided by the moon and stars, and the small fire had long since dwindled to a smoking pile of softly glowing embers that did little to light the small clearing, or to warm it.
As your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dim lighting rather quickly, you noticed and small figure hunched by the dwindling embers. The mop of curly dark hair atop his head told you it was Frodo. His eyes were heavy-lidded and half closed, and you noticed the small golden glint of the Ring in his dirt-smeared palm, the silver chain connecting it to his neck as he reverently traced the gold band with a single finger
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
Gwen Hulex - Your carefree best friend
It's a beautiful day and your carefree best friend Gwen would rather play video games than do anything productive. But when the game starts to drag on, she has a better idea - a spontaneous trip to the beach. With all your other friends busy with responsibilities, it might just be the two of you enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.
Good Luck, Babe! | Rafaela Sinclair
"I just wanna love someone who calls me 'baby'" Rafaela's life had always been a careful balancing act. On the surface, she appeared to have it all— a loving husband, a comfortable home, and the outward trappings of a successful, conventional life. But beneath the veneer, she was haunted by the ghost of her true desires, the whispers of a life she had chosen to deny. Day in and day out, Rafaela would go through the motions, playing the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and nodding as her husband discussed his work, his hobbies, his dreams for their future. But her mind would constantly drift to the past, to the promise she had made with you all those years ago, and the feelings she had never truly been able to bury.
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