(Kind of co-written but not exactly? I planned it out for a language assignment with a friend and then we had to write different pieces and this one is mine. Plot based on a tumblr text post.)
Tod sighed and threw his hands up in exasperation as the blonde girl he’d grown so accustomed to seeing – which was, in itself, something to marvel at – turned to smile at him.
The girl – Languora, as she had so happily offered he call her, despite his attempts to remain as distant as possible – set the shoe she was holding on the ground and stepped daintily into it. It was almost laughable to think about the fact that this young girl, so delicate and fragile, was the one responsible for the bloody, mangled body lying at her feet. Continue reading