i made this for my oc book and i really like the way it turned out so here's an annaliese aesthetic
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"Sounds like insanity to me." Franziska snorted after I finished regaling her with the adventures in time travelling form the night before.
Before we had left the woods last night, we agreed that we would all meet up with them again on Saturday morning to unravel the mystery behind why that cave has a thirty-three-year time portal inside it. Ulrich, Beck and Zacharias had all agreed to stay inside the cave. Bartosz and Magnus had gone back to bring them blankets and sleeping bags. Under no circumstances were they to be seen by anybody in Winden, lest they be recognized.
"Franz, I'm telling the truth." I said, slamming the metal door of my locker closed "You think I'd make this up? Especially with what's happening to Bartosz?"
Bartosz had been indefinitely suspended while the investigation and trail were formally taking place. The poor boy was going insane, stuck at home with his parents all the time. It wasn't any easier for me, my father taking over for Aleksander at the power plant and my mom's commute to Frankfurt often left me in the house alone, only ever seeing my parents a few minutes each day.
"It just doesn't sound very feasible to me."
"Trust me, it's very feasible." A chipper voice sounded form behind Franziska as the eldest Nielsen siblings made their presence known
"We saw them ourselves." Magnus said, wrapping a lanky arm around my shoulders
"How high were you?" The redhead scoffed
"You're one to talk." Magnus shot back
"Listen, Franziska. We know you have contacts. The kind of people who could really help us right now." I insisted "We need you."
"We need everybody's hands on deck for this." Martha put in "The group of us have been friends since kindergarten. We have to do this. For Bartosz."
Franziska closed her locker door, obviously deep in thought. After she stared at the floor for a minute, mulling over the pros and cons, I'm sure (or maybe ways to kill us), she turned to me to deliver her final decison.
"Fine. For Bartosz."
"For Bartosz!"
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As young Zacharias Kruspe wandered around modern day Winden, he realized that this was a town where nothing really changed. The Nielsen house still had the same harsh brick exterior, and the Kahnwald house still had the same red paint, although now it looked like the pant job was falling into a bit of disrepair.
Claudette Landers no longer lived in the same brick townhouse. As he walked past, he could see a family with two young girls through the bay window. The sight filled the teenage boy with a feeling of melancholy, like when he'd found out that Lemmy from Motorhead had died by this point in time. Zacharias and Beck had always thought that Lemmy would live forever.
