09-16-2018, 08:22 PM
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[member=1549]moonmade[/member] [member=145]BASTILLEPRISONER[/member]
Very rarely, if ever, did Feyre so unceremoniously abandon her attempt at a seance to appease her growling stomach. It was three in the morning, witching hour, to be more precise. Spirits and ghouls were the most active in this fragile threshold of sixty minutes and, as she knelt on the floor of her room, palms resting on her thighs, she could almost feel them moving, breathing, whispering. She could also feel a hunger that annoyed the living hell out of her, and knowing that she'd never be able to focus with her stomach practically screaming for her to sate it with something edible, she emitted a huff and abandoned her chambers.
The air around her crackled and popped just as a fire would, embers dancing along the fine lines of her palms as she headed to a very special room in particular. Would she be considered an unwelcome guest at this hour? Probably. Did she care? No, not really. Feyre was well aware of the plethora of food at her disposal, all of it relatively good, but there was something that they didn't have. Something that she was going to force Moon and Bast to take her to get. She'd go and fetch the chips and queso herself had it not been so late and she so young, but she was also interested to see how the pair would react- if they bothered to help her at all, that was.
She didn't even bother to knock on Moon's door.
Feyre instead crouched down at the side of his bed, lavender-blue eyes bright as she studied him. [color=#205d7a]"Moon..." She whispered, voice tiptoeing the very thin line between assertive and whiny. [color=#205d7a]"Moon, wake up! I'm hungry. I want chips and queso... Take me to Walmart!" She insisted, tiny hands reaching forward to try and shake him. So much for attempting to wake him with just her voice. [color=#205d7a]"We need Bast too. Come on! I'm hungry!"
Oh, he'd probably hate her for this.
She just hoped that he woke up fast enough- she didn't want to have to use her fire on him.
Very rarely, if ever, did Feyre so unceremoniously abandon her attempt at a seance to appease her growling stomach. It was three in the morning, witching hour, to be more precise. Spirits and ghouls were the most active in this fragile threshold of sixty minutes and, as she knelt on the floor of her room, palms resting on her thighs, she could almost feel them moving, breathing, whispering. She could also feel a hunger that annoyed the living hell out of her, and knowing that she'd never be able to focus with her stomach practically screaming for her to sate it with something edible, she emitted a huff and abandoned her chambers.
The air around her crackled and popped just as a fire would, embers dancing along the fine lines of her palms as she headed to a very special room in particular. Would she be considered an unwelcome guest at this hour? Probably. Did she care? No, not really. Feyre was well aware of the plethora of food at her disposal, all of it relatively good, but there was something that they didn't have. Something that she was going to force Moon and Bast to take her to get. She'd go and fetch the chips and queso herself had it not been so late and she so young, but she was also interested to see how the pair would react- if they bothered to help her at all, that was.
She didn't even bother to knock on Moon's door.
Feyre instead crouched down at the side of his bed, lavender-blue eyes bright as she studied him. [color=#205d7a]"Moon..." She whispered, voice tiptoeing the very thin line between assertive and whiny. [color=#205d7a]"Moon, wake up! I'm hungry. I want chips and queso... Take me to Walmart!" She insisted, tiny hands reaching forward to try and shake him. So much for attempting to wake him with just her voice. [color=#205d7a]"We need Bast too. Come on! I'm hungry!"
Oh, he'd probably hate her for this.
She just hoped that he woke up fast enough- she didn't want to have to use her fire on him.
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