"So what's it like, Paris? The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame de Paris, French Riviera, Arc de Triomphe, what's it like, being in the centre of it all?"
"She can't understand you, Fat-head."
"A Fat-head is a 'stupid or foolish person,' I think we all know that I am not a Fat-head, quite the opposite actually."
Pascale Bellamy was born with tiny holes, just beneath her fingernails. They never bled, or pained her, for the first few years of the girls life, they went completely unnoticed. As she got older, her body began to react differently and more severely to lack of water consumption: her skin would dry up, and she would become terribly sick.
One, peculiar day, just before her sixteenth birthday, water began to spew from the holes in Pascale's fingers, sometimes like a hoes, and sometimes in the form of a bubble, as if there was no gravity. No more then a week later, a old women showed up at her door, and claimed that Pascale was 'Peculiar.'
Millard Nullings: the invisible scholar. He spent his days among other Peculiar children of Miss. Peregrine's loop, reliving the same day, over and over, September 3, 1940. He was happy, and content, examining the people of Cairnholm, and memorizing their every move. One peculiar day, a strange girl shows up, looking scared, her skin abnormally dry, and only speaking a few words in English, a girl, with tiny holes, just beneath her fingernails.
(All rights to Ransom Riggs)
he couldn't help but stare
at those ocean eyes.
#1 in 'Millardnullings'
(miss peregrine's home for peculiar children)
(fem! oc x millard nullings)
started: 17th july 2018
completed: 12th august 2018
in the process of editing.
i wrote this when i didn't have much writing skill so it's quite cringy and not well put together. just a warning!