because i am so bored.

your job: give me a character of mine. give me another character (you don't have to play them, i just have to recognize them). i will create their hypothetical child. it doesn't matter if it's physically possible or not. there will be a child.

with the following profile to go with them!

name (and face w/ever):
best school subjects:
circumstances of conception:
three random facts:

jk these verses aren't actually related at all. i'm just too lazy to put them in separate posts, but i need to work them all into a feasible timeline, so you all gotta deal with the consequences.

in one corner we have -
( baby, don't look back, 'cause we've got nobody else. )

and in the other -
( it started with a whisper. )

Home is still far away for Belle.

That's something that's fully intentional on her part. A bit because, well, she has quite a way to go from the Dark Castle. And another bit because she still wonders if she shouldn't go back to Rumplestiltskin. Let things simmer down. Check on him. Talk it over.

But she tries not to think about it. After all, home being as far away as it is gives her a chance to take in a fair bit of that world she's always longed to see. Taverns and bars included. She's getting quite good at navigating them, dealing with the regulars; for the most part, she knows what to expect.

Belle wanders through and manages to perch herself on a stool by the bar and asks for a drink. Nothing adventurous, not this time - just wine, as she was used to. She sits quietly, but it isn't long before her attention starts to wander as she observes the others nearby.

alicia. 21+.
aim: theseoldhaunts.
plurk: zombiejosette

( ain't nobody fresher. )