I stand beneath skies of autumn colored clouds,
that which hover above all beings.
I stand within a field of white peonies,
Decorated with butterflies of amber wings.
The same amber that color my eyes.
The same peonies that decorate this copper hair.
The same autumn sky that I painted with my blood of a golden hue.
This world is mine and I share it with you.
Call me Rooks.
Pronouns: She/Her
Nickname: Rue
Status: Alive but dead.
- JoinedJune 24, 2018
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Oh by the way, I'm writing again.
The unreliable author is back again with new trash to share.
This little project is a series of random one shots, short stories, and poetry.
- No, there will not be any fanfiction...