Stephanie paced back and forth outside their area.
She had been doing this a lot for a very long time now, in her hands is a simple wild flower she picked up next to one of the old cabins.
And Stephanie is so VERY nervous about this. Courtship is supposed to be a man’s job normally… unless you’re in Japan according to terry, whatever that means-.
Stephanie shook her head and groaned, if she could, she’d throwing her head up in frustration. But alas her head is attached so she can’t be literal in her approach-.
“Hey Steph!”
The mangled girl jumped at the nickname, turning around with her arms immediately behind her back. Samantha, the redheaded girl who died in the well waved her hand as she walked towards her.
The scary cat beauty so brave not even phobias can make her feel insignificant.
That’s the thing Stephanie found the most admirable about her.
Every scare, every chance they tried to take her life… she always found a loophole, found ways to survive and kept on going, no matter how terrified she is.
She always kept moving forward. “You wanted to see me?” The redheaded girl asks, standing next to the darker brunette. Stephanie nodded, holding the flower tightly in her hand behind her like a nervous wreck she is.
“… so this is the mysterious abandoned camp you lot talked about, huh?” Sam asks, placing her hands on her hips as she surveyed the area.
Stephanie nodded, turning her head away from the redhead. “Wow. It’s so… morbidly beautiful.” She comments, taking in the scenery all around her.
Stephanie nodded her head, she always admired the scenery here despite their circumstances.
The masked girl took a deep breath and finally, but shyly, presented Sam the flower she had been hiding behind her back the whole time.
“I-is that for me..?” She asks.
Stephanie nodded, keeping her head facing away from the redheaded girl, already preparing for the harsh rejection that comes with it-.
“How’d you know?” She asks, gently taking the purple flower from her hand. Blinking she signed. “Know… what?” With an arched brow behind her mask.
“That moonflowers are my favourite flower!” She gestures casually, smelling the small flower in her hand Stephanie looked at her with surprise.
“I-… I didn’t.. it was one of the flowers I found right next to that cabin.” She signed, pointing at the cabin she had picked the flower from.
Curious, Sam walked to where Stephanie had pointed while the mangled girl followed her.
And just as she told the redhead the moonflowers are right there, fully bloomed and under the moonlight’s glow.
“Thought so! Only these kinds of flowers can bloom under the moonlight and still be able to stay open around dusk and dawn.” She tells the masked girl.
Both girls knelt down to stare at the beautifully bloomed flowers, one of the ones Stephanie picked remained resting behind Sam’s ear.
The pale bluish white compliments the red hair perfectly in Stephanie’s eyes.
She still didn’t get over her nervousness at all…
But at the very least, during this moment…
She hopes Sam knows she’s interested in her.
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*dusts my hands off*
It’s been way too long since I’ve done a genderbent fic.
And a gift fic for a familiar friend too! Hope @rina-inab likes it like how I written a fic for their genderbent stuff like before.
in this au, the weavers died in a theatre, after each of them got casted in a leading role for a different play... but one by one, they died a horrible death before they can preform their roles... however, before the police could get involved, their bodies mysteriously disappeared.
Years later a high school got built, the people who built it kept the theatre next to the school for acting classes and different plays for future generations of student.
But when a rumour goes round that in the stage area of the school while a play is in practice, 5 phantoms start to haunt.
Either to scare them... or worse. So it’s up to 3 teens, to figure out the mystery of their deaths or die trying.
Only problem is...
Avoiding them while to find out what happened.
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Honestly, this is kind of a thing I’m working on, um...
T-the weavers abilities are similar to their leading character roles they’ve been... assigned to when they were alive...
Each of their characters from a different story... so, yeah...
I might have added too much blood on the candle... oh well, this is something for candlebrace, I thought the song lyrics might match but I looked up the meaning... eh, oh well it’s the thought it counts right... right?
Song name: candle written by Quinn XCII
I haven’t listened to the song before but I’ll give it a shot... maybe.
Hello! Just passing by, i have a song that kinda fits with your Candlebrace AU: Far too young to die, from Panic at the disco :D
I don't know if you ever heard of them, it's a cool band
I love panic! at the disco I literally have a playlist for emo songs although I think it’s just randomised rock, fokelore, metal and a small bit of pop and some songs that I find catchy in it, (like ghost from mystery skulls) haven’t heard it yet but I’m gonna listen to it later... t-the far too young to die.. that is
