freezing salt waters //frankel blitz
Jan 1, 2017 8:04:59 GMT -5
Post by pup on Jan 1, 2017 8:04:59 GMT -5
l a v i n a cheyne
The girl reclines on the cold sand wearing a winter jacket and pants. Not normal beach attire, but when the winter air was cutting into you like a knife you wouldn't be out wearing a swimsuit despite the amount of bravery (or craziness) you have. Lavina looked up into the cloudy sky, the sound of the waves crashing against the pearly sand creating a soothing rhythm to the girl.
She has just needed to get out of the house. Her father had been yelling at Damon again, and she couldn't take it. He had been this way ever since mom left to continue along a string of prostitutes. She is never going to forgive her, which is why she joined her brother on a dark path of killing.
She yawns, stretching her lithe form across the sand. A few sand particles trickle into her purple hood, which she ignores as they cling to her hair. She'll just wash them off in the shower later, no big deal. Her eyes close to relax in the chilling winter air.
Her ears twitch slightly as the noise of someone walking slowly along the sand reaches her ears along with the noisy waves pounding relentlessly on the shore. She yawns, tired in the lazy winter day. "Who's there?" she asks in an authoratative voice as the footsteps draw ever closer.
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