#aestasliber

[ilseneumxnn]

"Tell me they’re lying."

"I can’t."

And, she can’t stay here, either.          “I’m sorry, Wendla, but I’m not —            I’m leaving. I can’t stay here.”

[madeanatheistofme]

aestasliber started following you

The clouds look like they're going to break. It'll be a day of rain, and he yearns for it. Yearns to be alone, locked away in his hayloft where he won't have to think about anyone or anything.

His parents never mind when he goes away, locks himself up in his head. 

Only, now his journal's gone missing, and he knows where he left it.

Does he dare go back to that riverbank? Now? Can he dare to face what he's done? 

Before he can really decide, his feet are dragging him down the dirt road, past the church, through the wood. He can't think today. He still can't think on what he's done. 

[excitedandscared]

+ aestasliber

"Did you want something? The bakery's on the other side of the house." Red leaned over the garden wall, stood on tiptoes in order to better see the girl. She looked around Red's own age, and her spirits lifted slightly at the thought of being able to converse with another child - Cinderella was rather too old to count as a child, and Jack's favourite topic of conversation was still his missing cow. "I can run around with you, if you'd like, but I think Mr Baker's there anyway. Unless you were looking for someplace else."

[nessiethropp]

+ aestasliber

"Miss," Nessarose had been pulled from her history book by the girl's presence, and moved her chair a little closer to the stranger. "Are you alright? You look a little lost." This could be considered true, although Nessarose's reason for approaching was more from a longing to make some friends, at least - Elphaba was spending more and more time with Glinda now and Nessa was starting to feel pushed aside.