Ninth House | Chat

[raviola]

@Kristi

Thalia’s awakening wasn’t greeted by the soft hues of dawn or the chirping of birds; instead, it was a reluctant emergence from the clutches of sleep into a realm shrouded in discomfort and remorse. Her mind felt ensnared in a vice grip of pain, and the mere notion of opening her eyes seemed to trigger a visceral recoil. The taste lingering in her mouth resembled a concoction brewed from the depths of despair—a bitter blend of spirits and regret.

Your vocab is so impressive
ESP considering you’re esl and multilingual
Shi is crazy

@Kristi

“Stupid, Stupid,” Thalia repeated out loud as she washed her hair, her hands massaging her scalp.

Noooo
Stop thali

@Kristi

just how the Lord had intended.

LMFAO
this line had a Kristi kick to it

@Kristi

Des?” Thalia said to herself, as she saw a figure standing in a corner, her flowing black hair, striking figure along with her almond-shaped eyes that were a deep shade of brown, framed by thick, dark lashes that accentuated their intensity made it obvious it was Desdemona.

Gae

@Kristi

the hesitation that had possessed her like a ghost.

Pussc

@Kristi

Her morning strolls were usually times of solitude, times where Her morning strolls were usually times of solitude, times where

You doubled this line

@Kristi

when Thalia’s minds was clear and she had gotten the pictures she needed.

Mean

@Kristi

prompting a hesitant smile to grace Thalia’s lips.

MEAN!!