My heart thuds in my chest, and I look down at the world below me. The people gathered underneath me, probably murmuring and gossiping about me while I’m too far out of earshot to hear, seem so small, like they’re ants that I could crush with one step.
“Cryssa!”
I look behind me. There is Jonas, looking panicked and scared. For whom? I wonder. For himself… or for me?
“Don’t do it, Cryssa,” he pleads, his eyes flickering from his feet to my face, then down to the ground below. “Please, please don’t do it.”
I meet his eyes and slowly, maddeningly shake my head. His eyes widen, f
My heart thuds in my chest, and I look down at the world below me. The people gathered underneath me, probably murmuring and gossiping about me while I’m too far out of earshot to hear, seem so small, like they’re ants that I could crush with one step.
“Cryssa!”
I look behind me. There is Jonas, looking panicked and scared. For whom? I wonder. For himself… or for me?
“Don’t do it, Cryssa,” he pleads, his eyes flickering from his feet to my face, then down to the ground below. “Please, please don’t do it.”
I meet his eyes and slowly, maddeningly shake my head. His eyes widen, f
My heart thuds in my chest, and I look down at the world below me. The people gathered underneath me, probably murmuring and gossiping about me while I’m too far out of earshot to hear, seem so small, like they’re ants that I could crush with one step.
“Cryssa!”
I look behind me. There is Jonas, looking panicked and scared. For whom? I wonder. For himself… or for me?
“Don’t do it, Cryssa,” he pleads, his eyes flickering from his feet to my face, then down to the ground below. “Please, please don’t do it.”
I meet his eyes and slowly, maddeningly shake my head. His eyes widen, f
Well, I'm a Latin freak that loves to speak it, so watch out! I love to draw pics of the female characters in my stories, and I love to write even more. -JOrtensia
So I was tagged by my friend Staargazer for no apparent reason (thanks a lot, Staar). And now I have to do stuff.
Rules for whatever:
1. You have to post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set, then make up your own for the next round.
3. Tag a whole bunch of people. And you have to tell them you tagged them. Oh, and no tag backs...
I think there's more, but I really don't care. I don't care if you do it or not. I have no friends; I'm not going to tag anyone.
QUESTIONS:
1. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?
Purple. Or blue.
2. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FOOD?
I've been asked this question far too many times in life, and I've never had an a
Title? What title?
Okay, blame WingsOfNyx for this. She wants me to do this, and apparently she got this from TheSpitfireSpirit, but I got it from Nyx.
Anyway...
Apparently, if you comment, I will...
1. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your page for ten seconds.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you which element I believe you belong to.
4. Tell you which of your deviations (if you have any *coughs*) I like best.
5. Ask you a question that you are then forced to answer.
6. Give you a nickyname. (Long story.)
7. Tell you something I like about you.
8. Tell you what I'm doing right now.
9. Tell you s
Title? What title?
Okay, blame WingsOfNyx for this. She wants me to do this, and apparently she got this from TheSpitfireSpirit, but I got it from Nyx.
Anyway...
Apparently, if you comment, I will...
1. Tell you something I learned about you by looking at your page for ten seconds.
2. Tell you a color you remind me of.
3. Tell you which element I believe you belong to.
4. Tell you which of your deviations (if you have any *coughs*) I like best.
5. Ask you a question that you are then forced to answer.
6. Give you a nickyname. (Long story.)
7. Tell you something I like about you.
8. Tell you what I'm doing right now.
9. Tell you s