Audienta

 Art class was always (f/n)'s favorite. From her assignments, to her teacher, to her classmates. She loved every aspect of that class, but something in particular always caught her eye when she stepped into the room. She glanced over at the person next to her, seeing his eyebrows scrunched together as he stared at the paper in front of him. His pencil made small scratches into the white sheet as he drew a line, erased it, then tried to draw it again. Stifling a giggle at the cycle, she laid her own down and turned to face him. “Lovi? You've been drawing the same thing for five minutes now...” she said calmly, but he still sent a

“1 universe, 8 planets, 7 seas, 7 continents, 809 islands, 204 countries, and I had the unfortunate luck of meeting you.” Do monsters exist? No one can prove they do, but then again… no one can prove they don’t. You realized this only after meeting him. Before, if you didn’t see it—you didn’t believe it. Now, things are different. But if monsters exist, then does that mean ghosts do too? And what about other things… such as aliens? Pondering the thought, it reminded you of something an old friend once told you. Romania grinned, flashing a pair of sharp fangs. “_____...” He murm

"'Aye now, little darlin', what's all this cryin' fer?" Aliistor Kirkland lifted his baby girl from the hospital basinet and cradled her near to his chest before sitting down in a nearby rocker. He redid her blankets, making sure she was wrapped up good, before he started rocking back and forth, shushing the newborn as he did. "Yer daddy's got ya now." "Shh, shh, now, me little darlin'," he soothed, the heels of his heavy boots tapping against the tile floor every time the chair rocked forwards. "Yer gonna wake all the other babies." he told her, carefully wiping the tears from her rosy cheeks and laughing a bit when she puffed out her botto

"Come on then, love, sing for me," Arthur told you, taking a seat at the piano that was left out after play practice. The Brit always walked you home, for he was ever your gentleman, and that meant on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Fridays, he waited for you to finish with play practice. You knew it put him behind, and you told him you could walk with one of the others girls in the play, but he always insisted. Ever since eighth grade, when your parents passed away in a car accident, Arthur had been at your side, your only savior in a world that seemed so dark and bleak. So, last year, when he started dating one of the other thespian girls, you thou

"What a weekend this is turning out to be," you said to yourself, brushing some snow from a park bench before plopping down and dropping your purse between your feet. You put your travel bag at your side and rubbed your sore shoulders before sitting back and letting your head fall. You stared up at the cold, grey sky. "It's not all that bad, lass, it's barely just gotten started," came a heavily accented voice from your right and you rolled your head to the side to stare at the man who had spoken to you. The first thing you noticed was his shock of red hair, wild from the wind and how it brought out the pale freckles on his face. His eyes we

Brimful of sodden, discontented farm animals barely concealed from the outside gale, it was little wonder that Alasdair exhaled deeply so soon as he entered the barn, sniffing soon after as an ignorant hand chose to grind his cigar into the wooden wall. "Not ideal," he began, surveying the fittings and troughs in the same manner as a man inspecting his future domestic property. "But I have certainly seen worse. This'll do." Gesturing to the woman at his side to first step forward, he followed at her heels, remarking occasionally upon the state of the woodwork as a wet cat brushed by his ankle. The resulting irritation was poorly hidden. His

The sky was dull and clouds with heavy moisture laden spread across the city. In the background the gentle rumble of the Underground could be heard. All around her people had opened their umbrellas or began seeking shelter under the awnings of cafes or small shops,from the light drizzle that had started. Across the darkened sky she could see the picturesque skyline of London. The iconic Big Ben,the many skyscrapers of the City and the posh glass facade buildings of Canary Wharf. Her (e/c) eyes slightly reflecting the magnificent yet somehow familiar scenery. She shook a few stray (h/c) strands out of her eyes and almost on instinct the dilat

        When Lukas Bondevik shared his feelings, everyone was certain that the world was coming to an end. Sharing feelings of love, however, was completely unheard of. It must've been impossible for him, with his seemingly iced-over heart.        One day, this was, to every country's utter astonishment, proven wrong.        Lukas Bondevik, the representative of Norway and a very quiet, shy, and seemingly emotionless man, was in love (might I stress the fact that he was actually in love?). At first, Mathias- one of his friends (though he certainly hated to admit it) and the representative of Denmark- had thought it was a joke. He had take