#bhollowstarters

[cordeliahathaway]

Turning her gaze to the ground, Cordelia bit at her lower lip, her head resting against the cold brick exterior of the building. As she heard a voice behind her, the slender woman startled, her eyes widening. “Fuck,” she mumbled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do I know you?” she questioned bluntly, eyes scanning the other person.

[evangeline-abrams]

Hoisting her purse over her shoulder, Evangeline strolled down the street, her smile surprisingly bright. She had been in an uncharacteristically wonderful mood for the past few days, and even knocking into the shoulder of another person barely diminished that. Smiling apologetically, she backed away, starting to say her apologies when she noticed the other person’s familiar face. “You look familiar,” she stated bluntly, pushing dark hair out of her eyes.

[furynyx]

“Fuck--” That was the only word that seemed appropriate of the affect ten years had had on her old work place and once favorite watering hole. Ten years did little to change her tendency to swear. The fury nodded over at her old manager, they’d never really spoken much but the unspoken nature of their friendship was something she appreciated. He didn’t tell her much she’d cost them in damages and she kept the riffraff out. She sat herself at the bar and ordered properly for the first ever time in her history with the Anti-Hero. “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m staying here all fucking night.”

[thelittle-raearchived-blog--blog]

She felt the door burst open, and yet didn’t stop playing. She spent her day playing everything related to Tchaikovsky in the slightest. It only made her miss ballet more, but at the same time it gave her some sense of duty. “You’re no supposed to be here.” she said, she didn’t sound rude and didn’t feel the need to. It happened often, this didn’t mean she didn’t disliked it but she couldn’t hold it agaisn’t anyone. Opening the wrong door happened, and it wasn’t a big deal “If you’re looking for Rachel, she is at the other door. I don’t work on Sundays, neither I take contracts today.” the entire time she spoke, she didn’t stopped playing. “I apologize.”

[mr-rowan-steele]

  Despite his deep-rooted resentment, Rowan could not deny that the answer he was given ten years ago was the last puzzle piece to the bigger picture—a perfect match, as its unexpected shape had explained the rest of the enigmatic pieces with undoubtable certainty. Methods of transportation were always going to be tough, as, iron and metal were a fae’s worst nightmare.

  But when one finds the answer, one can work towards a solution, and in his secretive studies Rowan concocted a viable means to travel that eliminated seventy-seven percent of the adverse side effects experienced while in close contact to machinery.

  It really did work like a charm—he’d could be rich if he sold his secrets to the faeries—but there was something about sitting on the park bench and feeling the soil and earth underneath his feet through socks and shoes that put him at peace. By plane or by car, Rowan would always appreciate the time he spent with two feet on the ground.

  In his peripheral view he could see the outlines of a figure, as he was keen to ignore them and mind his own business on his phone. Yet, when it appeared they weren’t going to leave him to his personal space, Rowan’s head pivoted towards them.

  His blank expression tightened with shock. “Oh… oh my god,” he said in between a shaking breath “It’s you.”

[siennasaldrich]

Her expression melancholy and weary, Sienna stood by the edge of the ocean, letting the salty waves just touch her bare feet. Bringing her arms around her slender frame and shivering despite her coat, she stared out at the slowly setting sun. Go home, Sienna. You’re not as daring as you were once, and you know how much trouble you could find yourself in just by being here. Go. Sighing softly, she turned, just about to depart from the beach when her eyes rested upon another person who had been lingering behind here. “Oh. Hello there,” she greeted, barely able to bring a smile to her face. “I didn’t notice you.”

[annaknighton-blog]

Annabelle hadn’t planned on entering the club that night. Hell, she had school the next day. But the pulsing music pounded to the beat of her racing heart as she walked by on her way home. Ba-dump. Ba-dump. It was rhythmic and addictive, and she found herself showing her fake ID to the bouncer as she slipped through doors, quickly losing herself to the naturally colored drinks and the flashing lights. Sweat curled down her neck as she slunk up to the bar, resting her slender elbows on the top. Signaling for another shot of tequila, she looked at the person next to her and leaned over to speak over the shoulder at them. “You’re either having a very good night or a very bad one,” she said as she took observed the way the were drinking.

[keeganomalley]

And for Monday I want a 6-page paper on this topic. The professors words rang in Keegan’s ears as she packed up her things to leave class. U g h. She’d actually been planning to go out this weekend. Now she’d be stuck writing this paper she knew she was going to put off until Saturday. It was going to be spring break the week after next. She’d figured her teachers would give them some time to s t u d y this week, not pile on the work. Looking at the person next to her as she walked towards the door she spoke. “You’d think they’d assign less work as spring break approached, no?” she said breezily, still trying to shove books into her bag.