unfortunately, sacrilege // {grimm}
Aug 28, 2013 4:00:58 GMT -5
Post by florentine, d4b ❁ on Aug 28, 2013 4:00:58 GMT -5
[presto]
leonora 'leo' grimm
eighteen
district one
IT DON'T RUN IN OUR BLOOD
The toy store is an empire of shining wheels and flashing lights - according to their creator, these creatures won't respond like the others to my training. Even so, I sit on the counter with my legs crossed and my hair serving as a home to a small family of birds, offering a robot kibble. It whirrs, but does not sit. (I have never failed in my pursuit to tame an animal before, except perhaps the goldfish who never would jump through the tiny golden hoops that used to be Amira's earrings.) My eyes flicker upward to the television screen, Xanthus Grimm momentarily more interesting than the taming of metal. His house is too spacious without him - even with the bats who sleep in the eves, Pantalaimon and I cannot breathe properly in it's hallways. The air is too thick. (This might be a result of the closed windows and heavy shadows, but we like to think it's because my cousin himself is missing.) |
WE CRAVE A DIFFERENT KIND OF BUZZ |