Len sprawled out on the floor of the closet. Despite being invisible, Barlow had insisted on his hiding here. As if all other her other orders weren’t enough.
He could hear the clatters of dishes being washed in the kitchen. The thick smell of human food drifted into his hiding space. Some type of beef. Yes, humans killed all the time for food, and the animals were usually treated horribly. But when he offered a decadent payment in return for just one meal… He bit his lip, holding back laughter.
He shifted a little, adjusting the tapir cane in his hands. Wouldn’t be long before bedtime… Eh? What was that? A jerking motion, like someone was pulling him. He tasted something in the air… recklessness and something salty. Oh, this hasn’t happened in a long time…
"Why does my heart cry? Feelings I can't fight."
“Goodbye, Isabelle.” he murmured and took the girl’s hand and pressed his lips to it gently before leaving, turning to watch her disappear into her large home.
A sigh escaped William as he watched the girl from his school, the gorgeous wonderful girl who had just been with him seconds ago, walking with him hand in hand, he watched as she went back inside. He didn’t want her to go and he didn’t want himself to go either but it was getting late and he needed to hurry home. If he was late, it would not be a pleasant return to the house he stayed in.
It wasn’t long with how fast he was able to go before he reached home, but before he went inside, he saw a girl outside in front of the house next to his. He had never seen a girl there before, was this a new family, had the old one left? That would have been a real relief for William.
“Um, pardon me, but do you live here?” the teenager asked as he went over to see who this new person was, curiosity overwhelming the need to get inside quickly before it was too late for him.
Lizzy had just said goodnight to Harrison and was snug in her blankets. She had only fallen asleep a few moments ago when she started to have a nightmare. But not just any nightmare, no this one was about her past and how she was changed into a vampire. Everything felt so vivid like it was happening all over again. She felt the horror run through her veins as she felt deaths cold embrace. She screamed out in pain, but their was something new. This time their was more added to what happened that night. She shot up from the bed, wide awake, and looked around the room in a cold sweat. She was panting heavily as she tried to think of what those new things could be., she had never seen then before tonight. She pulled her knees to her chest and wish Iris was home so she could ask her about what that was.
irislefaywitch has entered the shop
A bell chimed as the door of the magic shop opened. “Please, do come in.” Rumpelstiltskin called out from the far back, next to his desk. He chuckled and hummed a tune as he sat at his spindle, working his magic and turning a ball of yarn into threads of gold. “Feel free to have a look around, before coming to me. I’m not very busy today, so there’s no rush, deary.” His shop had shelves upon shelves of bottles, beakers, and ingredients; as well as a few weak potions. Anybody who wanted something stronger than a simple sleeping drought, or who wanted to receive some form of enchantment needed to go directly to him, so he wasn’t worried about theft. His leathery, golden skin glinted slightly in the light from the window while his large, green-gold eyes darted about for a moment to catch a look at his customer. “Can I help you, deary?” he asked, as he noticed that she hadn’t moved since entering yet.
The edification of Cornelieus Clayton
Cornelieus sat in the parlor of his family’s manor, reading a book of Shakespeare. He had refused to go to a dinner party his parents were to attend in hopes of getting some reading done. The only downfall was the fact that he was forced to be near their newest maid, Iris, wanting her to feel more welcome and useful. He snorted at the though. The woman was more trouble than she was worth to him. He nearly jumped when a soft voice behind him echoed in the other wise silent room.
An Older Sister He Needed//Closed RP with irislefaywitch
Gilbert let out a sigh. His therapist had insisted that he have a person to be his ‘companion’ to help him get through his depression. The old man was an idiot. He had not even noticed Gilbert was worse since Easter. he tapped out a song on his leg and waited. The door opened and he looked up to see who his ‘companion’ would be. “BLOODY HELL NO!!! NOT A WOMAN!!!!” He glared at the old man, the bastard knew women made him uncomfortable! “Forgive Gilbert. He has not had many women in his life who have made good impressions. It’s nothing against you, Miss LaFay.”
—————If it don’t hurt now then just wait, just wait a while.
You’re not the big fish in the pond no more
You are what they’re feeding on.
+rent-a-genie & vexing-nephillim & irislefaywitch
———∫∫ Music playing within his mind a gin in hand, humming quietly to himself as he inspected the large house; dusty shelves, peeling wallpaper. Oh, did he like it so!
He made his way into what was once the living room, hoping to simply collapse into the forgotten armchair. But her found another in his room.
“You ain’t invited to the party.”
Isabelle was sitting reading her book. She felt the sense that someone was approaching her and shut the book, setting it off to the side. “And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to today?” The demigod looked up to see who was in front of her. They may have just been passing by and if they ignored her so be it.