Does anyone in the pin group actually trade or just collect?
I'm on the lookout for Maleficent, Scar, and Minnie Mouse right now, and would love to see what people have FT/S.
I'm looking for official and fantasy pins.
BloodMy hands shook as the phone rang once, twice, and a third time.Blood by Vahildr
Cahlia always answered her phone on the second ring. I closed my eyes, leaning back against the brick, my strength draining from my body, as if stolen by the cold against my back.
There was a click, and I immediately straightened.
My voice cracked slightly, relief radiating through it.
There was a moment, a silent heartbeat, before a horrifyingly familiar tone cut through the static.
“Cahlia can’t come to the phone right now.”
I felt my body stiffen, and I nearly choked. “Jack!”
My horror was replaced by a surge of fear for the girl I loved and of outrage towards /him/.
“If you hurt her, Jack, I swear to Good…”
I could imagine Jack, crouched over her form, lower face and jaw dripping the blood that he so obsessively consumed, eyes completely dark.
“Calm down. Your girlfriends alive.”
For a moment, I didn’t believe him. The want, the n
Myth TwoI prodded the horse in his side, urging him forwards. The beast seemed to fear something in the woods.Myth Two by Vahildr
Like the rest of the little village that had called for help, fearing something unseen.
Lightning flashed, and I snarled something under my breath, shaking the rain out of my face.
In a fit of annoyance towards the horse, I lifted my whip, cracking it over the animal’s rump with a resounding crack. He reared slightly in surprise, a sharp whinny cutting through the sound of rain. In that moment, I spurred him into movement.
He bolted, taking me deeper into the slowly darkening forest, but nearly losing me in the process.
He tore off the path, and I tried to keep the loaned horse steady, to keep him from hurting himself. Or hurting me.
A fallen tree blocked our path, and my mount moved to jump the mock fence. I shouted, my jacket catching on a branch and yanking me back as the horse continued forwards.
I picked myself up, listening as the thudding hoof beats were swiftly dr
Myth OneI pushed the door to the attic open, peering into the dusty room. It was dark, like I’d expected the hundred-year old houses’ attic to be.Myth One by Vahildr
I had come up here to look for treasures. To try and find the hidden passages that Grandpa always talked about. When he knew what he was talking about, of course.
My grandfather – in his old age – had begun to forget things. First it was little things: his birthday. How old his daughter was. The name of the faithful wolfhound that watched over Grandpa, even now that he was arthritis-ridden and content to just lie next to the old man, head resting on his paws. Then it moved to others, bigger things: his daughter’s name. His family, his wife…
He forgot me… Our talks and stories.
I stepped into the attic, swinging the flashlight in a sweeping arc across the room. Something skittered across the floor, and I jumped as the door slammed behind me. Save for the flashlight beam, I was surrounded by pitch darkness.
TogetherRowan squeezes his eyes shut tighter as the light of the morning peeks in through the curtains, rousing him from sleep. He begins to stir, attempting to stretch out his arms, but finds that he can't move his right arm. His eyes snap open, but immediately soften when he realizes the reason for his immobile arm. Cahlia is still asleep—her back pressed against Rowan's chest. Rowan smiles and settles himself again, resting his head against Cahlia's.Together by Vahildr
He remembers now.
He's visiting Cahlia —the first time he's seen her in months.
Sometimes he thinks that there's no point in maintaining a long distance relationship with her—that the periods of separation are too much to justify the short time they get to spend together. But the moment he's with Cahlia again, holding her and kissing her, all cynicism is gone and he remembers why it's worth enduring the time apart.
Cahlia is still fast asleep, so Rowan slips his free arm back around Cahlia and hugs her a little closer.
HeavenLara Marie de Corriedo blinked her eye open, feeling a cold breeze against her face. She glanced around, confusion echoed in her good eye.Heaven by Vahildr
Her jacket hung off her thin frame in tatters, soaked with blood. She could feel dried blood, caked on her arms and back and face. Painful reminders of the battle-scars given and taken, the lives cut short.
Her eye flickered around, taking in the surroundings. She stood in the center of a field. To her left, the darkness was crushing. She could see shadows, forms, moving in the darkness and pinpricks of dark red.
The other side was bright, blindingly so. When she looked in that direction, she had to squint. She could make out a palace of what looked like gold, and angels hovering.
She felt a hand fall heavily on her arm.
"Beautiful, isn't it? Too bad you'll never get there."
The voice was reptilian, and Lara glanced over her shoulder. Satan stood behind her, eyes glowing. Once-white wings were stained black, and Lara could see the scars and wounds c
Where Do I Begin...The music played in my ears as I mentally traced the steps of the dance, performing them before the mirror as he watched from his perch on the bench.Where Do I Begin... by Vahildr
He was the new dance director for this production.
I heard him clap, and my concentration was broken. I opened my eyes, watching him through the mirror.
He came up behind me, eyes dark. He spoke, his harsh accent coming through.
”No. No, no, no. You do not feel the rhythm, you merely trace the steps.”
He took my hands, guiding me through the steps once more, though this time it was different. In the mirror, I could see my own steps were smoother. They flowed, were not jagged.
He spun me around, so that we were face to face, and he smirked slightly, lowering his face to nuzzle my neck.
I gasped lightly, and he chuckled, leaning forwards and forcing me into the low dip that was choreographed. His lips brushed against mine, and then he was gone, pulling me upwards and dragging me into an almost waltz-like movement.