#muse; jun

[reticentluminary-blog]

@collectiingmoments​ (Dracula)

      It was a new experience for the hermit to be in a place so full of people as he looked around, this place... it was huge and noisy as he walks to the front desk and offers a smile, “Is... there still a room open?” he figured such a holiday... would be rather sacred, after all, All Hallow’s Eve was such a sacred time for those who practice the Craft.        “I am curious as to... how others live.”

[stygianmoondust]

      “It’s so strange... To look into a mirror and like who I see.”

[somewanderingsouls-blog]

@cloaked-in-tricks liked for a starter

The rain outside pounded away without a care for those who may have been caught up in the storm. The grey clouds had been gathering overhead for the better part of the day and Jun had hoped she’d be able to make it to shelter before the inevitable downpour began. 

She had no such luck and had to travel another fifteen minutes before she caught sight of town and located a tavern. Unsurprisingly, the place was fairly packed with others who’d wanted to get out of the rain and wait it out. Jun scanned the room for a place to sit. A table a little ways in seemed to only have one patron occupying it, and so she made her way towards it.

Taking her straw hat off, which had done little to keep the water off of her, she placed her free hand on the back of one of the empty chairs. “Pardon me, but are these seats still open?”