Skye &
Logan
“Nuh uh--this way!”
Before Logan could plant his feet at the street corner, Skye had firmly grabbed him by the hand and pulled him east instead of west--the opposite way of the apartment complex. She had been following a step behind him for the first few blocks, but an idea had...
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Lance Bernard | 27 | Human
Created by Kennedy. PM for permission.
The owner of Mother Goddess Homeopathic Shop, Lance is a laid back guy who doesn’t really worry about his business or staff. So long as everyone is happy, he’s happy.
When Skye arrived asking for some work, Lance fell in love...
Skye
“You just need to chill out, maaan,” Lance quipped; he still hadn’t moved from his spot near the front of the shop. “Like… Sleep is sacred. You gotta… Gotta treat it the way it should be treated.”
Skye giggled softly, taking the book from Logan and haphazardly tossing it onto a shelf...
...a mutual agreement.
It is destroyed when the agreement falls through.
I'll post the first piece of work related to this story and link it in here. Please PM me if you're interested in working with me :) or if you have any other ideas you'd like to write, I'm all ears.
*Edit* IC thread...
Under City Lights
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Working the Night Away
She still walked with a sway in her hips and a smirk across her crimson-coloured lips. The evening of work was still young so she was still in decent spirits; not even the light rain could bring...
...a mutual agreement.
It is destroyed when the agreement falls through.
I'll post the first piece of work related to this story and link it in here. Please PM me if you're interested in working with me :) or if you have any other ideas you'd like to write, I'm all ears.
*Edit* IC thread...
Skye
The air was almost suffocating inside of the Mother Goddess Homeopathic Shop. Whenever walking passed the always-open front door, a soft flowery aroma welcomed passers-by, along with a soothing jingle of windchimes. The storefront windows were often filled with flowers, prints of...
Skye could tell you about it. She'd never been in jail long, but just the usual arrest for protesting and disturbing the peace *peace sign* make love, not war!