And Again

Never really knowing or caring much where she is, she fumbles about down a thin road with large trees overhanging. She is in the middle of no where, in the middle of the night. It had been 31 nights, 46 outfits, 27 drinks and 6 close calls with the sun since she last knew where she was. She stood now with her dark hair up in a bun, held together by hand crafted Japanese hair sticks, black and gold ballet flats at her feet, and red and gold, form fitting, traditional Chinese garb in between. She had fussed at the passed out woman she had stole them from. Didn’t she know that the two countries didn’t get along? Didn’t she knew the blasphemy she wore? Still, they were pretty, and pretty was enough for now. The clothes she wore before were covered in blood and she’d have no time to clean them before she had to escape the blasphemous woman’s room. That was 2 nights ago and she had spent both of those nights in a house who’s family was clearly on vacation. She spent her time looking through their lives and petting their cats. Now she was cursing to herself that they had to come home while she was in the middle of a rather captivating game of scrabble with herself, but it was a lovely night and the scenery was a pleasure to her. Besides, she was done cussing now since she enjoyed the walk so much. It was time, yet again, just to put one foot in front of the other and see where she ended up, and hope, that there was something worth finding there…

  1. feigningmadness reblogged this from lorelei-sparr and added:
    "That’s very pretty. You don’t have to feel so uncomfortable around me, you know? Worst thing I can do is judge you or...
  2. lorelei-sparr reblogged this from feigningmadness and added:
    "Done and done…shit, I don’t even know if they’ll still be after me if I already left town…couldn’t hurt to come...