What is this? I'm alive?! I know I haven't updated anything at all recently, and I'm really sorry. Everything is just completely hectic at the moment, but I did have a stir of inspiration when I was standing in the middle of Golden Gate Park, and someone started blasting the Dresden Dolls. Very, very short drabble, but most certainly inspired by a wonderful band during very odd timing and a quirky situation. There are some things that terrifies Quinn.
Desolate
Sex and death.
Both are explosions of sound, light, and color. A dance between passion and heat, a flight of intensity. Both are endings in one way, beginnings in other. They soar and collide; there's no way out.
Quinn fears both more than anything. She is abandoned and desolate – one day she'll just crash and burn. Oh yeah, she'll learn.
Like I said, very short, but I would enjoy reviews if you have the time. If anyone's wondering about my Puck story, I'm really unsure about it at this point. It may be on indefinite hiatus, because I've pretty much loss all inspiration for it, and I have two new projects lined up and ready to go. Hopefully no one is too disappointed by that. Anyways, thanks for reading!