#@howl

[the-darling-miss-davenport]

It was relatively easy to get back into the swing of thing’s at Howl once the storm was over. It didn’t  really affect her in the way it would have other’s, considering the fact that freezing to death wasn’t on her list of thing’s she assumed would ever kill her. As always Del had a tendency to move on like the previous weeks disasters were inconsequential to her. Even if they weren’t it was just the easiest way for her to live. What she hadn’t expected was the massive crowd at the club and the bad flirting at the bar aimed at her. When Delphine scoffed in response to the bad flirting, the person in question grabbed her wrist and the werewolf raised a brow. “ Why don’t you keep your hands to yourself or do you have no idea who I am?” Delphine replied.

[obentous]

we all carry on.

Sua última lembrança era de estar mais uma vez procurando por Geroy Sneg. Uma prova de que a cidade que tinha morado a sua vida inteira não er auma alucinação, e ela não era uma indigente louca que viera de Deus-sabe-lá-aonde. Agora, quando acordara, estava em uma cama baixa, debaixo de uma escada, em uma casa enorme.

Certo. Primeiro. Que lugar era aquele? Segundo, como havia chegado ali? E terceiro... O que estava acontecendo.

-- Olá? -- Chamou, sentando-se na cama e espalhando o lençol para o lado. -- Olá~!