#im gonna abuse my laptop with the sims now. mwah

[witchvvolf]

WIP INTRO: Sea Angel

Hey, I just woke up... so have a wip intro!

disclaimer: this is an original work, and any sort of plagiarism will not be tolerated.

Genre: Adult literary fiction (?) again i don't know. anyways, take it.

Synopsis: Ryland sets eyes on Thalia and Pru, and cannot escape how enchanted he has become.

Setting: somewhere in Portland Maine

Trigger warnings: violence, blood, animal death, cannibalism, drowning, death

The vibes: the light house flashing over the docks, crashing waves, thunder storms, the scent of sea salt, girl that smell like britney spears, glitter, the scent of bleach in the bathroom, microkinis, chrome, vanilla ice cream, bare feet in the sand, chapped lips, sapphires, long nails, snake skin, tide pools, dancing at the club, eating ice cream on the sidewalk

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Snippet from the first chapter in Thalias perspective (which is unnamed) below the cut!

Tw for mention of vomit

Thalia hardly registers the touch of fingertips brushing her skin through her sweat drenched curls as she retches into the toilet, her small body trembling as she blinks back the tears in her eyes. “You shouldn’t have had so much to drink, girly,” says a voice above her. It’s deep, melodic, soft and luring. She can hear the sound of a lighter sparking a flame to life and within some seconds, the stall is full of cigarette smoke. As if it didn’t smell bad enough in the bathroom. Her bare knees pressed into the tile, the powder blue heel of her nine inch pleasers dug into her bottom. She got the fucking memo, tasting the bile in her mouth, wiping the tears of mascara from her cheeks. Thalia lifts her chin, a pout on her full lips, stained a berry red, brown eyes framed by faux wispy lashes. “Blonde looks good on you,” the fingers in her hair retreat, the green chrome shining like snake skin in the dim bathroom lighting. “Thanks, Pru,” Thalia mumbles, wipes her lips on the back of her left hand and reaches to flush the toilet when she would usually do so with her foot. Pru leaves the stall first, the heavy door slamming the stall next to it. Pru is taller than her, especially in heels, paying the club a visit on her off day to see how the new Swan was fairing. She was beautiful in a way that wasn’t textbook, her features sharper, especially those eyes of hers. The cigarette hangs between her lips, glossed a cherry red as she watches Thalia wash her hands in the sink. Thalia was still getting used to this lifestyle, leaving the mascara trails to dry on her cheeks—because some guys liked that, right?

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