littlemissjuniper:
Juniper followed, watching as he moved slowly, watching as he walked, tilting her head to the side. “Your legs?” she asked as she stepped forward, walking alongside him. “What is wrong with them?” she looked up at the taller human, curious and full of trepidation, but wanting to keep the conversation going.
At his question she shook her head. “No,” she answered softly. “I was born in that hallway, I was nothing but a vampire, I until you gave me a name.” she explained. “Is this sort of thing something that happens often?”
A soft sigh escaped the young man and he shook his head. “Gods..” he muttered almost silently. Fucking witches. He thought before looking back to her. “Born like this.. I hope this memory-loss thing is a temporary..” Agnarr said softly continuing along the way towards Juniper’s home.
Agnarr listened to her before shaking his head. “No that’s not.. not entirely true. You are someone and I didn’t give you your name - but I hope you remember this when this shit eventually wears off.” As they kept on the path, Agnarr let out a quiet noise of unease.
“The island is... filled with different kind of supers; and it seems to have it’s own arsenal of witches. During holidays and sometimes random events even, they cast spells to fuck with the people that live here. So.. yes and no.”
Originally posted by honestsycrets













