|"To all those who come here... Welcome."|
Gypsy Chick pt. 4A difficult brew was the next emotion, and when Dean walked in, he realized the room was unnaturally warm, at least for his taste, and it seemed to have gotten brighter. Dean also felt somewhat more content, as if a weight had been lifted from him. "What's-" Dean stopped before he started as he walked over to the basin, right next to Adara, and looked inside. It was a beautiful golden mixture that oddly didn't have a smell like the others did; it looked almost like melted gold. "Love," Adara said in a faraway voice, stirring slowly. Dean took a sluggish glance at the gypsy, who's eyes were glossy and distant, just like her voice. Her hair had seemed to have shaped her face. The golden light made her look like some kind of fair-haired angel. "I have a question for you," she stated simply, Dean watching her lips move, which were pink and hued with gold. "What's your favorite scent?" She looked up and locked eyes with Dean. It would be so easy, to just lean in, wrap his hand around the baGypsy Chick pt. 4 by MrsrobertDowneyJr12
Madison Shay. 17 years old. May the Force be with you. Always. |
(214): Also, putting laundry hampers on my head and pretending I'm an astronaut is a good way to get caught in every door frame in the house.
I write fanfiction for an impractical living.
I think the kid in Ben 10: Alien Swarm runs funny.
I'm a Jedi, a Baker, a Candlestick, a Gambler, a Skellington, a mad hatter, just a Person in the Background.....
And that is all.
Personal Quote: "YOU... *gasp* YOU'RE THE REASON WHY! YOU'RE THE BUTLER! HA-HA, I'VE SOLVED CLUE."