(I ship it)
(Noa and August)
(#Anoa)
( OML YESSSSS )
(My lil August is all grown up. )
//xD
Also guess who stole her dad’s phone :P
(Dang okay!)
August shook his head quickly. “Don’t want to go,” he said, but he signed out the words as he said them. “Can’t hear the music, difficult to read many lips.” He quickly went away from the topic, sitting down as he began to teach Noa a few basic sign language movements.
"I think you might be required to go," she said as she watching him sign. "That's when they give us their whole explanation on what we're doing too."
Charlie continued to wander the halls, lifting up the hem of her dress so she wouldn't trip. There were paintings of different monarchies, up until this generations; the Almontes. Each of them had silky blond hair and bright blue eyes. Perfect features. Perfect poise. Perfect everything. She hadn't even realized that she had paused at this picture.
The monarchies had so many portraits painted of them. Probably conceited, Chakuro thought, sticking his tongue out at the paintings. They looked nothing like him, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He had crazy rainbow hair and piercings and green eyes that had flecks of gold. I'm the wild monarch, Chakuro supposed, every kingdom has had one before. They were so perfect, it made him want to graffiti mustaches on them. Maybe if he could find some paint…
(Fun Fact: Chakuro is underweight and looks like a skeleton
2nd Fun Fact: He has 7 piercings on him
3rd Fun Fact: He has the personality of a dark little kid
4th Fun Fact: His mother was the demon and she fell in love with his father, wanting to have kids, but well, they never wanted twins so…out into the forest Chakuro and Aita went
5th Fun Fact: I'm sure that you guys know almost all of this already
6th Fun Fact: I wasted a few seconds of your life because you read this one)
//it was more like e second but ok
(You could've spent that second solving the mysteries of the world)
(sarcasm)
//ah yes
in one second I remembered that someone once said the world is a hot pocket and that will now remain with me for the rest of my life
I’m sorry it’s really late and I have no filter
(Me too)
(I like blood. I write about blood a lot)
(Also, If I start randomly sprouting poetry, it's what I do when it's late)
(The small yellow ball,
sits in the corner,
forgotten by the child,
that wrapped their pudgy hands,
around it,
thinking,
that they'd never,
let it go)
(Roses are black
Violets are black,
Everything is black,
I cannot see,
–courtesy of the blind kid in my class)
//it was dark and then it was funny
storyofmyfuckinglife-
anyways imma sleep now at 12:30 when I have a soccer game at 8:30 in the morning good going lucy
Night
(I missed a lot what happened I'm so confused)
(Everyone's getting ready for the ball. Basically.)
(Okay I might be on and off for another hour but then I have two lacrosse games so I won't be on for a little while. Just drag Gabby around)
Charlie looked over the painting again. They were perfect. She suddenly hated them. They were the ones who were sending her to the cities. They were the ones that called her powers a curse. They were the ones who were trying to hurt her brother. Charlie looked down at the at the rose designs on her dress. Her first illusion was a rose. Funny how she had chosen something that reminded her of her power, when she hated it.
Genie's hair was curled and a good amount of makeup had been slathered on. She sighed and left into the hall to see the royal portrait. She glared at some of them.
(Dang okay!)
August shook his head quickly. “Don’t want to go,” he said, but he signed out the words as he said them. “Can’t hear the music, difficult to read many lips.” He quickly went away from the topic, sitting down as he began to teach Noa a few basic sign language movements.
"I think you might be required to go," she said as she watching him sign. "That's when they give us their whole explanation on what we're doing too."
August huffed sharply, shoulders slouching slightly as he nodded reluctantly, continuing to go over the basics. God’s, how he wanted to leave this terrible world and travel into the peaceful afterlife.
Chakuro pulled a small quill from his pocket, and climbed up to the top of the portrait, painting a delightful mustache on Queen Jaquelline from 20,000 years ago.
Genie saw Chakuro painting a mustache on one of the portraits. She laughed a little.