10-23-2018, 07:06 PM
Eleanor approached quietly, the snowy pelted girl glancing around those that had gathered. she hated how foreign she felt here, how secluded she felt. it wasn't as though they hadn't attempted to make her feel welcome, because they had, she just didn't have any relationships here. no real friends. ah, she'd have to try to change that, but she wasn't sure how she would. no, she'd figure something out eventually. "please?"
[b]YOU COLLECT SCARS BECAUSE YOU WANT PROOF THAT YOU ARE PAYING FOR THE SINS YOU HAVE COMMITTED ———————— eleanor mikaelson folio / the ascendants / tags