amennariee

[amennariee]

Introductions

         Hello, I’m Amennariee (ei·men·aa·re). Though I suppose that’s for reference. Hune will work, since we’re friends, or will be if you like my upcoming content. What is my content? I’m a writer. Original and not-so original. By that I mean, simply enough, fanfiction or that of my own worlds and creations. Concerning my fanfiction, if it involves ‘x reader,’ pronouns will be strictly gender neutral unless a concept is requested by one of you. However, most of time, I do prefer using my own characters from roleplays or such, though that’s not to say I am opposed to writing that includes and entertains the reader. When regarding my original content, please don’t copy and claim as your own, it’s just simply human decency.  Feedback on any of my content would be greatly appreciated. I hope you will take a liking to my page and myself. Best regards to you all, especially in this time of crisis-

Hune  o.<

[amennariee]

Adrienne stared at her reflection in the slightly cracked mirror with a disgusted expression. Her appearance was of one she hated, and she wanted nothing more than to trade, not only looks but even lives as well, with any of the other girls residing in this town. She was too stubborn to admit it, but it was obvious she was jealous of them. Her eyes searched, almost hastily, for an attribute of her she could deem worthy of appreciation, but even under the most scrutinizing of gazes, none were found. This, of course, frustrated her, but unlike most, Adrienne wouldn’t waste her energy lashing out at an inanimate object. No, instead she just let out a heavy sigh and turned away from the mirror.

A knock upon the door startled her.

Two knocks, three.

She had to confirm it wasn’t an illusion formed by her loneliness again. Adrienne crossed her apartment room, the soft carpet beneath her cushioning her bare feet with each step, to the door, in which she was hesitant on opening.

The man standing before her was someone she both didn’t expect or want to show up again after all these years. Though, with that being said, there was a part that missed him. A small part.

The last time the two spoke, Adrienne had stated, very clearly and loudly may that be noted, that she was leaving and didn’t want anything to do with him, or anyone in that disgusting business for that matter, again. Why couldn’t he just respect her wishes?

Adrienne wasn’t sure whether she wanted to punch him, hug him, or both, but he was here. Isaac was, and that meant trouble would soon follow. Trouble always  followed closely behind wherever he went. She, out of all people, should know that better than anyone who had, and will ever have, the misfortune of meeting him.

She didn’t want this; none of it. Whatever this was. Wherever this ordeal was going to lead.

For the first time in a long while, she was afraid.

She knew not to trust him. She knew not to listen to a word that came out of his mouth. He had a talent for disguising venom.

This manipulator.

Siren.

Devil.

Snake.

[amennariee]

Introductions

         Hello, I’m Amennariee (ei·men·aa·re). Though I suppose that’s for reference. Hune will work, since we’re friends, or will be if you like my upcoming content. What is my content? I’m a writer. Original and not-so original. By that I mean, simply enough, fanfiction or that of my own worlds and creations. Concerning my fanfiction, if it involves ‘x reader,’ pronouns will be strictly gender neutral unless a concept is requested by one of you. However, most of time, I do prefer using my own characters from roleplays or such, though that’s not to say I am opposed to writing that includes and entertains the reader. When regarding my original content, please don’t copy and claim as your own, it’s just simply human decency.  Feedback on any of my content would be greatly appreciated. I hope you will take a liking to my page and myself. Best regards to you all, especially in this time of crisis-

Hune  o.<

[amennariee]

Adrienne stared at her reflection in the slightly cracked mirror with a disgusted expression. Her appearance was of one she hated, and she wanted nothing more than to trade, not only looks but even lives as well, with any of the other girls residing in this town. She was too stubborn to admit it, but it was obvious she was jealous of them. Her eyes searched, almost hastily, for an attribute of her she could deem worthy of appreciation, but even under the most scrutinizing of gazes, none were found. This, of course, frustrated her, but unlike most, Adrienne wouldn’t waste her energy lashing out at an inanimate object. No, instead she just let out a heavy sigh and turned away from the mirror.

A knock upon the door startled her.

Two knocks, three.

She had to confirm it wasn’t an illusion formed by her loneliness again. Adrienne crossed her apartment room, the soft carpet beneath her cushioning her bare feet with each step, to the door, in which she was hesitant on opening.

The man standing before her was someone she both didn’t expect or want to show up again after all these years. Though, with that being said, there was a part that missed him. A small part.

The last time the two spoke, Adrienne had stated, very clearly and loudly may that be noted, that she was leaving and didn’t want anything to do with him, or anyone in that disgusting business for that matter, again. Why couldn’t he just respect her wishes?

Adrienne wasn’t sure whether she wanted to punch him, hug him, or both, but he was here. Isaac was, and that meant trouble would soon follow. Trouble always  followed closely behind wherever he went. She, out of all people, should know that better than anyone who had, and will ever have, the misfortune of meeting him.

She didn’t want this; none of it. Whatever this was. Wherever this ordeal was going to lead.

For the first time in a long while, she was afraid.

She knew not to trust him. She knew not to listen to a word that came out of his mouth. He had a talent for disguising venom.

This manipulator.

Siren.

Devil.

Snake.