“Where art thou oh lonely soul?” Erza’s soft voice floated in the air as she moved in the dark halls of the now abandoned theatre, in her hand is a worn-out book, pages a manifest of leafing. “I long your words and stories, of far beyond and yonder near. Tell me your secrets and sing to me the myths of cities long lost.”
She recited words long written by her own hand her feet hitting the cold floor with soft pit patter falls.
“I plead for your companionship, for I am a lonely soul too.”
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(Source: insaneandproudofit)
get to know me! c'mon guys this is such a good one
Snow White:
Do you consider yourself pretty? Name the part of your body you think is the most beautiful!
Cinderella:
What is your shoe size?
Sleeping Beauty:
How many hours do you sleep each night?
Little Red Riding Hood:
What is your favourite food?
The Frog prince:
What do you find disgusting?
Jack and the Beanstalk:
What plants are in your room?
Puss in Boots:
Do you have a pet? Do you want one?
Rumpelstiltskin:
What is the meaning of your url?
The little Mermaid:
Can you sing?
Bluebeard:
Name one character flaw!
Pinocchio:
What is your greatest wish?
Peter Pan:
What is your (mental) age?
The Star Money:
What is your most prized possesion?
“Nnnngggghhhh….” Erza groaned with much irritation. Who would have thought? She the great Titania be sick in such a sunny and delightful day. Other than playing on that rainstorm the last night, she was cursing nothing else but herself. She rather has a lovely fetish with playing in the rain.
Her head is pounding. Thud. Thud. Thud. And every sound seemed to be amplified a million times worse. “I hate it.”
