Steam ID: Steeve the Fox|
Current Residence: United States
Personal Quote: "Anyone has the ability to paint the Mona Lisa, if they take the time and effort to do it."
Currently Unamed Story Pt. 2 I sat up, and for reasons lost to me, I was sweating heavily. Only able pull bits of last night to the forefront of my memory, I looked around my living room hazily and addressed my current state. A slight buzz, so I was drinking… and Jace didn’t seem to be home or else I would’ve been in bed instead of on the couch. The house was normal, from the flat screen TV against the wall to the wooden coffee table between it and the couch. I spotted a key caked in dirt on the floor though; it looked like I might have used the spare to get in. Turning around, I walked over to the sliding glass door and opened it to take in the mid-day air.Currently Unamed Story Pt. 2 by Steeve-the-Fox
I took a deep breath then stopped completely when I remembered locking the door behind me before slipping onto the couch last night. I went into a cold panic when I heard the door of the fridge in the kitchen close with a clattering clink.
My feet carried me shakily
Currently Unamed Story Pt. 1 “Abby, wake up…”Currently Unamed Story Pt. 1 by Steeve-the-Fox
A masculine voice was whispering to me from what seemed to be within my head. It was rough at the edges, but had a soft inner lining that sounded full of depth; like the croak of a toad.
“Abby, c’mon; we’re out of time.” It beckoned a little louder. Vision faded into focus as my eyes fluttered open. Hard lines that made up a grim face became clear, a black goatee standing out, with a pair of brown irises fixed on me.
“Jace? What’s going on?” My senses stood alert to the space around me, unfamiliar to it. I could see a blanket of darkness dotted with glittering lights and Jace’s face, lit by an ambient glow that cast shadows across his dark complexion. His features were contorted into an expression of worry as he glanced around before answering.
“Sorry, but there’s no time; you need