#mirandastranded

[vangcndr]

{Remember when I told you that I did not sleep very well last night? It's already after 2 am again. So I will be heading to bed now. I wish you all a wonderful evening/night and see you again tomorrow!

As soon as I return I will write the rest of the starters. Igraine owes to:

mirandastranded

lostpriestessofavalon

And Alexej owes to the cerisbeyblade (and I still have a reply for you in my drafts, dear ;) )

Good Night and Sleep Well! }

[katiewithamnesia]

Another Chance - Katie/Miranda

It had been a long time since Herself and Miranda had gotten to spend some time together alone, and now that they were giving things another go she was excited.

She slipped into a beautiful floral dress, and let her hair flow naturally over her features. She looked into the mirror, smiling softly, her emerald iris's sparkling beautifully. It seemed it was going to be a trip to the wine cellar after all. She put on her sandles, incase they were going to end up on the beach or something, then left the room. The children were being looked after and she didn't have to worry. She slowly made her way down the steps. knowing she was infact rather early.

She made her way to the bottom and sat down at a chair, looking around at the crates of wine that filled the room and she chuckled to herself, awaiting for her lover.

[powerofthehighheavens-blog]

This has been the worst day ever. I don't think I have a fucking soul anymore.

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You saved my life.

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∞ //Is//

"Warrior."

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Okay so I've gained 61 followers this week, wtf? I still owe Ryan and Kellie's edits. xD

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Kell dear that was last night.

Owes Robin Hood a starter when I'm back after Atlantis, going to get ready for it. <3

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All she could remember was fire that rippled around her, the beautiful flames dancing on her skin but not touching her. This had to be done even if she died that night. She did not scream, she was not hurt. Then all she remembered was darkness as she was deep in thought. It wasn’t until she heard echoed voices, which was when she decided to open her ice blue eyes, which sparkled beautifully. The fires were nearly out, and she was covered in ash, but she noticed that she was bare- Not that mattered at the moment.

A warm breeze brushed passed her, making her wheat-coloured hair dance softly.

"The mother of dragons." Someone gasped, staring at the khaleesi who had been in a crouching position.

Yet she still not say a thing. Did it work? Did her dragons hatch? She very slowly rose from the floor, staring out at her people who bowed before her. It wasn’t until she felt claws dig lightly into her shoulder she knew that her children lived. The iron throne was rightfully hers and she would take it, in both fire and blood if it was needed. The dragon that was on her shoulder cried out, which echoed through the desert almost like a ring to ones ears. What could possibly go wrong now?