Haunted Hoots, epilogue
Haunted Hoots, Epilogue
[preg, birth, lac, supnat, see desc for info.]
It's been a year since I made that deal with Erosog, and it's been alright, all things considered. I'm in the middle of my first semester at Bruckers College right now (taking my basic classes and majoring in English), and it's going good; Tom's going there, too. In fact, we’re actually living together in an apartment. I do wonder sometimes how much of our relationship is a result of this curse I’m under, and how much of it is genuine love, though it mostly happens when I’m feeling down. Yeah, I’m calling what happened a curse; while I’m not miserable all the time (I’ve come up with half a dozen plus ways it could be worse) and there are benefits, it seems like the right word. All-encompassing, immutable, and troublesome; that’s how I’d describe my deal with Erosog. I could continue to wallow in negativity (I’m pretty good at it when the mood’s right)
Late Night FeedingStretching a little, Lilliana rolled over onto her back. The girl reached up and brushed her long dark purple hair out of her eyes. She was having a restless night. Turning her head she glanced at the clock on her end table. 2:43 in the morning, she thought to herself. A sigh escaped her mouth as she went back to staring at her ceiling. The white bed sheets hugged her body a little as she lid there. Lilliana was a fairly attractive 19 year old. Slim. A cute face. Big purple coloured eyes. Not overly curvy like some women, but not flat either. Under the sheet's she was dressed in a sleeveless, light purple shirt and a pair of tight fitting black short short's. It was hot out tonight but the girl couldn't bring herself to sleep in only a shirt and underwear. She blamed her restlessness on the heat.
" Oh god..." she muttered, resting a hand on her forehead. Lifting her hand a little she looked around at her room. Rather bare light grey wall's. Almost white. In fact a lot of her room was b