Right when we start I wanted to say that I make absolutely no promises;
1) That this story will ever been even the slightest bit interesting.
2) That I wont abandon it after the second chapter. Really, last time I actually finished a story it was because I got bored of it and killed off the main character.
If you want to add me on mcl, my name's Thuviel. I actually have two accounts (for different outcomes) and that's my newest one (I'm episode 3 or something like that O_O). For any Inheritance fans, you may recognise Thuviel, the elf that practically nuked Vroenguard.
Thanks for reading!
And just one more thing... After a while, I got a general plot idea, but it didn't even make sense in my head, so I highly doubt it'll make any more sense here.
She rubbed her glove covered hand against her arm nervously. The strong winds blew her unruly hair ahead of her face, almost as if trying to push her to the doorway. She sighed, finally trudging up the weed-covered brick pathway towards the house. She hesitated again as she arrived in front of the obnoxiously coloured purple door.
She reluctantly lifted one hand and knocked on the door, the other tapping nervous rhythms on her hip as the wind whipped her hair around her face.
There was the sound of padding feet and a shadow flickered over the front window before the handle turned and the door was pulled open.
"Tuesday? What are you doing here?" Surprise coloured the voice of the pink-haired woman who opened the door.
"Nice to see you too, Auntie" The shivering girl answered in a raspy tone.
Auntie's bubble-gum pink eyes surveyed Tuesday's trembling form.
"You're bleeding! What have you done, silly girl!" She goaded, taking her by the arm and ushering her in, to the kitchen, where she pulled out a chair at the table and rushed over to one of the cupboards. Tuesday hesitantly took a seat at the pine table, squinting her eyes to see better in the dim light.
Auntie rushed back over, pulling chair out for herself and tugged Tuesday's arm towards her, muttering to herself as she dabbed the blood off. Tuesday hissed quietly and shifted in her seat as Auntie wrapped a thin bandage around the gash.
She released her arm and set her eyes on Tuesday.
"What's going on?" She questioned, leaning back in her chair, not breaking eye contact.
"I couldnt stay there... Please, Auntie... Don't make me go back" Tuesday's voice was muted, almost a whisper, but it wasn't hard to hear the desperate undertone.
Auntie sighed. "Tuesday, you know I can't have you here... You'd be on your own for weeks at a time, you know that. Your mother would've wanted you to stay with Elsie".
"Like the rest of the kids with no one else left to take them in?" Tuesday whispered, looking at the ground.
Auntie closed her eyes, a silent war raging. She fixed her gaze back on the injured girl and sighed again.
"Upstairs, last door on the left."
Tuesday's eyes flicked back up to hers.
"Thank you do much, you don't know how much this means-"
"This conversation isn't over. Now go to bed, you're clearly exhausted. Well talk more tomorrow." she urged.
Tuesday whispered another quick "Thank you..." before dashing off up the stairs.
The pinked haired woman emitted a deep audible breath.
"Best call Elsie, then" she muttered.