It was never any challenge to find my way around your home. It got to the point where I could close my eyes and travel, having memorized the number of steps it took to get to your bedroom. I especially loved doing this in the daylight, when the sun would stain the insides of my eyelids bright cadmium, the color of my blood.
You, on the other hand, were never quite as simply understood. Your patterns were never stable nor routine. You bore shapes I’d never recognized, held forms with a grace and ease I highly envied, yet always admired. Some days I’d wish to wear your skin for just a moment, walk in your shoes for miles, or steal every breath you were willing to offer. On those days, I also wished the sun would start to shine.
Mostly, I only wished to lay in bed with you, pass the morning holding you close to my chest, my nose buried in your shoulder blades. Mostly, I wondered what it would be like to hold your boney hand, rub circles in the tender webbing with my thumb. Mostly, I longed to settle close enough to count your lashes one by one, and then write the number down on my palm. Mostly, I counted the days that I would kiss you; break the chapped skin with my sharpened teeth.
Mostly, I’d whished I’d mustered the nerve to tell you I love you, over and over and over again.
But that is a fairytale. Life is much, much different.
I like to describe her as the kind of person who will punch you square in the jaw and then turn around and bake you cookies.
Age: 17- 25 depending on my mood.
Height: ~5’ 5”
Favors exotic foods
CAN be an asshole, but is actually super uber protective of EVERYONE!
Can fight and VERY WELL, so it’s not a good idea at all to get on her bad side.
Friends claim she has a heavy hand.
Though her wardrobe is primarily black, she actually detests the color.
Has never (as of yet) been in a relationship.
Usually has heavy bags under her eyes dueto sleep deprivation.
As far as appearance, her hair is a deep brown and her eye color nearly black; her skin is pale, and her lips always appear red/pink because she chews on them (nervous habit).
She tends to care very little about her outer appearence most of the time, tumbling out of bed and falling into the closest clean pair of pants she can find. She isn’t looking to impress a damn soul.
She is also fairly active; she is an occasional gardener, helping landscape a neighbor’s yard on request.
She lives alone and has few friends, much more comfortable sticking to herself. She often goes out on long walks, happy to pass the time with idle conversations with the occasional passerby.
She also likes to dance, though she lacks skill in doing so. Her favorite beats are rege and folk; mostly something calm and sensual.
She does not know who her parents are, and much rather not talk about her past; she is simple the kind of person who likes moving forward, seeing little point in retracing erroneous tracks.
simply some prelim sketches I did a while back. The outfit featured her it her primary choice in clothing.
SUUUUUUUUUUUUUPER OLD ONE! 8D I want to say this one is back in ‘08, but not all that sure anymore. The only reason this one made it into the bunch is because I particularly like how her convers came out. ~