I don't really know what to put here XDI've just been listening to some music, and RPing, and I have to say...at the end of the day, it wasn't a bad day. Bad things could have happened, but it was't a bad day. I can look forward tomorrow, too. I don't think that much can go wrong, at least not enough to get me riled up.
This is really amazing. I'm listening to this at almost 4:30 in the morning and it's making me LESS tired.
Field of Roses, Blanket of Snow-Chapter 2The Same CoinField of Roses, Blanket of Snow-Chapter 21 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yang groaned, breathing out and lamenting the moment when she would be forced to get out of bed. She knew it was coming…she could sense it. Ah what the heck…today would be an early day anyway. Sitting up slowly, the girl scratched her head and shook her hair out, running her fingers through its length. Leaning forward and crossing her legs, she pulled the blankets off her legs and retrieving her black, fingerless gloves she wore under her plated gold wristlets. Stretching and letting out a long yawn, she moved her head in order to crack her neck, breathing out and rubbing the back of her neck. Closing her eyes for a moment, she opened them again to glance over at Ruby’s bed situated above Weiss’ in a makeshift bunk system…but she was met with a surprise.
“What…she’s NEVER up this early.”
Yang whispered to herself after finding her sister’s bed empty. Thinking of where she could be or what could have ha
Field of Roses, Blanket of Snow Chapter 1Sweet DreamsField of Roses, Blanket of Snow Chapter 11 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The midnight air bit at the lone girl’s face and hands, her breath billowing off into the night like smoke from a smoldering, near extinguished flame. Of course, this girl was accustomed to the cold. Her semblance and family history practically assured that. Still, however…she felt it this night for sure. When she put her hands to her face, the air around her seemed to elevate a couple degrees, then plummet back down near the fifteen mark again. Shaking her head, she knew that she probably looked pitiful. Just a lonely girl, standing on one of the many rooftops of Beacon Academy. Looking out over the parapet, she could clearly see Signal Academy, the lights emitted from the main buildings almost so bright that they were a pain to look at directly at night.
Sauntering over to the edge of the rooftop, she looked over the waist-high wall, wistfully observing the height she saw. She had to be many stories up at the moment. She figured it was a bad