@originfangs requested a starter.
MAY I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY? olive hues flickered between the scenery & her sketchbook, light lines of lead creating a near perfect replica of the sight in front of her. absolutely stunning. it had been some time since she was allowed to stray from the manor (apollo never let her out of his sight ; he was getting more & more possessive by the day) but it was certainly worth the lecture she would be getting later on (ferris & fantasia certainly loved their lectures.)
alas, nothing good lasts forever, as they say. the air suddenly shifted, causing a shiver to run down the girl's spine. she knew that air; the whole manor felt like that. quickly did she gather her things, & began rushing home, her breath growing heavy after only a few moments. it didn't matter. SHE'D RUN UNTIL HER LUNGS GAVE OUT. if she was right, if that air really did mean what she thought it did, then she couldn't stop, even if she -
"...!!"
she was so caught up in her escape that she failed to notice the root that had made its way above the ground. palms & knees scraped, skirt dirtied, & art supplies scattered across the ground. the redhead scrambled to retrieve her belongings, but right as her hand reached for her sketchbook, she noticed something that hadn't been there before: A PERSON.
"eek!" she scurried back...& once again tripped on that godforsaken root. she looked up, eyes immediately widening, as she grabbed the rosary wrapped around her wrist. "...no..." it was barely above a whisper, for her voice had given out completely. she continued to back up, even though she knew it was pointless - THERE WAS NO ESCAPE. heartbeat quickened, eyes still locked on the figure before her ; a deer in the headlights. eventually her body just froze, leaving her shaking like a leaf in the wind. (giselle was right ; she shouldn't have gone out that night.)
