#creative writing.

[thepinkmaid]

Messy Fanfic Rough Draft:

 I Don’t Think You’re Ready For The Meltdown:

Elsa's pink lips parted as she leaned forward. Rumi was right there, in all of her melodious glory. Singing to her. She wanted to join her, but like a wind escaping the brusque clasp of a gate, she could only conjure a shallow breath as her throat closed. 

        “Is it bad?” Rumi's brows were knit with worry. Her song was cut short as she turned towards her.

        “What?” Elsa spewed hoarsely.

        “You were kinda just sitting there, so I wasn't sure. Did you not like it?”

         “No, no. You're beautiful!” A brisk silence.

         “Your voice! Your voice I meant. It's gorgeous.”

         “Thank you,” smiled Rumi. Elsa inched closer to her friend. 

 “I'm glad that you stopped, though. Now I can do this.” “What is she up to?” Rumi mused. She felt Elsa's hand vehemently clutch her forearm. It left Rumi with a slight chill. Before, she would've shuttered at her touch. But, now, the coolness of her hands was almost warm, in a welcoming sense at the least. A chaste chill bit Rumi's upper lip. “What?!”

Jerking away, Rumi was reeling. Her patterns glazed her face with luminescent hues. 

        Elsa slid back. “I…I'm sorry! I didn't mean to upset you.”

        “It's fine. I just…need a second.” 

[thepinkmaid]

Ima:

She's an oc from a different story that I'm writing. She's probably my favorite character in it so far. Although, I might change her name to something else.

[thepinkmaid]

More Nightingale/Nia sketches.

I really enjoy drawing Nia with messy bed-head hair. I think that it suits her. However, it is incredibly annoying to draw. FYI: This was drawn by me: The Pink Maid.

[dimitriasari]

The Traveler’s Gate

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[dimitriasari]

Awakening

The heavy curtain of the dark is torn,And I am pushed into the world of sense.No memory remains of what I was,Before this blood began its steady beat.The air is sharp, a blade against my throat,Until it turns to breath and gives me life.I am a stranger in a house of skin,Observing light that dances on the wall.The giants whisper names I do not know,And wrap me in the fabrics of the earth.So here…

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The Threshold

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[dimitriasari]

Arrival

I.I don’t remember the path I took to get here,Or why the silence suddenly disappeared.One moment I was floating, safe and sound,The next, my feet were touching solid ground.The air felt cold, the voices much too loud,As I emerged from a warm and quiet cloud. II.Everything is new, and sharp, and bright,A million colors crashing in my sight.I have to learn the way a lung expands,The way the…