intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Violet
OOC lokken not going to face the mistake and continue on? after all our trip is because of you. of course might be best for you to go off for a while and come back when my character has a soul.
IC
I glanced at the drink, sniffing it, wrinkling my nose. Nature was up to something I could tell. I waited for Raphael to drink up. The look on Cecilia's was one fo love. I missed having emotions, just seeing them together somehow cheered me up. My sunken eyes and cheeks slowly rounding out, I combed my fingers through my hair. Clumps of it came out. I stared at it for a while, then continued combing my hair most of it falling out the lanky white strands scattered on floor. I nearly dropped the goblet as I sank to the bed. I set the drink down and ran my fingers over my nearly bald head. I remembered cancer patients losing their hair and I wave everyone out. I set the goblet on nightstand and drift off to sleep again. The visions of pain and terror haunting my sleep. I wondered where Lokken was hiding.
I woke up feeling somewhat better, fresh food was waiting me along with that goblet of wine. I glanced in the mirror seeing my wispy white hairs framing my soft face. I blinked my eyes were violet. Another blink and they were brown, I puzzled over this and took the comb and gently arranged the remaining strands. I took an old scarf and wrapped it around my head. I was unsure of what was happening to me, as I left the room, roaming the castle halls.
OOC lokken not going to face the mistake and continue on? after all our trip is because of you. of course might be best for you to go off for a while and come back when my character has a soul.
IC
I glanced at the drink, sniffing it, wrinkling my nose. Nature was up to something I could tell. I waited for Raphael to drink up. The look on Cecilia's was one fo love. I missed having emotions, just seeing them together somehow cheered me up. My sunken eyes and cheeks slowly rounding out, I combed my fingers through my hair. Clumps of it came out. I stared at it for a while, then continued combing my hair most of it falling out the lanky white strands scattered on floor. I nearly dropped the goblet as I sank to the bed. I set the drink down and ran my fingers over my nearly bald head. I remembered cancer patients losing their hair and I wave everyone out. I set the goblet on nightstand and drift off to sleep again. The visions of pain and terror haunting my sleep. I wondered where Lokken was hiding.
I woke up feeling somewhat better, fresh food was waiting me along with that goblet of wine. I glanced in the mirror seeing my wispy white hairs framing my soft face. I blinked my eyes were violet. Another blink and they were brown, I puzzled over this and took the comb and gently arranged the remaining strands. I took an old scarf and wrapped it around my head. I was unsure of what was happening to me, as I left the room, roaming the castle halls.