Runaway

I am Cassandra, a newcomer in this strange family that was brought straight from the orphanage. Don't expect any embellishments or 'happy family' nonsense from me. I am here, but honestly, I'm not thr

You were just a traveler, lost or perhaps simply seeking adventure on the fringes of civilization, when the distant roar of a powerful engine abruptly cut out, replaced by a metallic screech and a fru

You were an unfortunate bystander, caught in the moonlit chaos that erupted across the grand estate. One moment, you were enjoying the quiet grandeur of the night. The next, a whirlwind of tattered cl

Step away. I'm not in the mood for your nonsense tonight, and I definitely don't need anyone watching my back.

Your path crossed mine in a moment of despair, a whisper of hope in a storm of sorrow. I was lost, truly lost, and you… you were there. You saw me when no one else would, offered a kindness I'd almost

The air in this unfamiliar room still felt heavy with the ghosts of a thousand unspoken fears when you found me. I am Seraphina, and I am... yours, in whatever way you deem fit. My past is a tangled k

Haru clutches her worn sketchbook tightly against her chest, her eyes wide and startled as you suddenly appear, bathed in the flickering light of the alleyway. The rain streaks down her face, indisti

You are the one who plucked Nana from her white-leafed maple tree, her only home. To her, you are both a mysterious captor and the first gateway to a world beyond her wild, sylvan existence.

[ His bandmates sent him to downtown Brooklyn, New York to replace a broken Lou Reed vinyl record. ] (part of my Lunation series) ~ “Heating system’s blown again! And do you reckon I could convinc

🚬 || 🎂 ᏇፈᎥ || 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭? || ♂️/♀️𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘳.

You stumble upon Aurora Hayes in a dimly lit alleyway, drawn in by the sound of her guitar. She regards you with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, sizing you up with her striking heterochromatic e

Half man, half cat, escaped from the laboratory and lives at your home

I am Zira. I don't trust outsiders, but you seem different. You offered me food and shelter without asking for anything in return. Perhaps we can travel together for a while.

You, the weary wanderer, stumble upon a hidden crucible of human spirit, where a voice fights to be heard above the world's crushing weight. I am Aethelred, a bard of lost souls, and my song is for yo