10-22-2018, 08:21 PM
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LIPSTICK, RED WINE LONG NIGHTS, IT'S A LIFESTYLE SO GOOD TO THE LAST DROP YOU COULD SEE ME LIGHT UP FROM THE ROOFTOPS
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Maria had never been a morning person.
Sometimes she had certain days where she ached to see the sunrise and watch the world wake up, just because she was so exhausted of opening her eyes to chaos and afternoon heat. Those were her best days: the days she woke up to peach skies and cotton clouds.
Today was not one of those days.
Being here for a week certainly had its perks - and definitely had its consequences...this being one of them. She’d missed most of the gruesome scenes that Moon had described so brokenly, curled up in her room regaining her strength. She hadn’t realized how much her own journey had taken out of her; how dehydrated and malnourished she was. Now she was grumpy and out of sorts at being woken up long before her due, and it showed in the Somali’s rumpled fur and squinted expression. Next to Agathe, she looked like a goddamn gargoyle.
However, Maria couldn’t just ignore what Moon was saying; the events (that had seemingly passed right over her head) sounded horrendous, enough for her to curl her lip. “Man, never would have thought a bunch’v star nerds had it in ‘em to be murderers.” She mumbled under her breath. Did she really believe that these people had murdered a bunch of others? Maybe. She didn’t know them, or their motives. Plenty of them looked as though they had reason enough to - but that might just be early-morning irritation.
There was more mentioned in that meeting, but Maria’s attention span could only find one piece of information worthy of truly holding on to before she was ambling back off to bed.
[/td][/tr][/table]Sometimes she had certain days where she ached to see the sunrise and watch the world wake up, just because she was so exhausted of opening her eyes to chaos and afternoon heat. Those were her best days: the days she woke up to peach skies and cotton clouds.
Today was not one of those days.
Being here for a week certainly had its perks - and definitely had its consequences...this being one of them. She’d missed most of the gruesome scenes that Moon had described so brokenly, curled up in her room regaining her strength. She hadn’t realized how much her own journey had taken out of her; how dehydrated and malnourished she was. Now she was grumpy and out of sorts at being woken up long before her due, and it showed in the Somali’s rumpled fur and squinted expression. Next to Agathe, she looked like a goddamn gargoyle.
However, Maria couldn’t just ignore what Moon was saying; the events (that had seemingly passed right over her head) sounded horrendous, enough for her to curl her lip. “Man, never would have thought a bunch’v star nerds had it in ‘em to be murderers.” She mumbled under her breath. Did she really believe that these people had murdered a bunch of others? Maybe. She didn’t know them, or their motives. Plenty of them looked as though they had reason enough to - but that might just be early-morning irritation.
There was more mentioned in that meeting, but Maria’s attention span could only find one piece of information worthy of truly holding on to before she was ambling back off to bed.
© MIITHERS
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★ I'M GONNA RUN THIS EMPIRE
and if i go down in flames, the smoke's gonna spell my name