I Dream of Submarines {Kire!blitz}
Oct 7, 2015 23:50:17 GMT -5
Post by Death on Oct 7, 2015 23:50:17 GMT -5
Thimble Raysun
Taking in the scenery, you breath the fresh air so unlike District Eight's. Eight's is tangy. Metallic. Here? Here it's sweet, like you're eating fresh grass.
The sky is the clearest blue you've ever seen. The clouds chugging across it turn everything above you into a stained glass window.
Then, there's a man. He's tall, with brown hair and light skin and he's staring at you. What's he doing here? Weren't you alone?
In your camisole and boxer-style pajama bottoms, you feel woefully under-dressed and yet... somehow that's okay. You take a step forward. Then, another.
"Who... who are you? I'm Thimble."
The sky is the clearest blue you've ever seen. The clouds chugging across it turn everything above you into a stained glass window.
Then, there's a man. He's tall, with brown hair and light skin and he's staring at you. What's he doing here? Weren't you alone?
In your camisole and boxer-style pajama bottoms, you feel woefully under-dressed and yet... somehow that's okay. You take a step forward. Then, another.
"Who... who are you? I'm Thimble."
