But... I Don't Cry! //Open RP//
Tears. Courfeyrac’s vision went blurry as his eyes filled with water. A tear fell down his face, and he was shocked. Courfeyrac doesn’t cry. Ever. But now, there were tears on his face because of a TV show. As the credits rolled for the last episode of Sherlock, Courfeyrac pulled out his phone and sent a mass text which read: “To all of you who have watched Sherlock to the end, please come console me. To those who haven’t seen it, or haven’t finished it, I strongly advise you never to finish it, or to never begin it.
:: OPEN ::
Violet she was sat on the grass trying to decorate the bandaged on her ankle with some daises, and fresh violets so it wouldn’t look as horrible. The Morning experience with the beartrap had made her mood go really really low but once she was able to get the silver off her system, with Storm’s help and some nasty self bites, the wound it self would take at least a week to heal, silver and wolves were never a good mixture. Made her weak and it was quite painful. Though she hated, not only herself but the would too, she wouldn’t show it to anyone. “Would you like a daisy ?” Offered the fourteen year old who had her eyes on a daisy chain she was working on.