i think i've come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who i am.

As the girl explained what she could do, Nea listened with a bit of confusion. It was almost as if she thought she would have had some sort of . . . powers in the trials, but Nea wasn't going to push. Eleven already seemed to be in a sour mood, and she wasn't going to start causing any unneeded +

For some, blood was something that took a while to get used to. For Nea, it had always been part of her life. Skateboarding came with scraped knees and ripped jeans, and she had grown desensitized to it long before being whisked away to this realm. “Yeah, like what you’re good at.” Sitting next +

Walking up to the log, stretching her arms overhead and cracking her fingers, Nea took note of @movethemind.bsky.social sitting at the edge. It had been a bit of time since she had joined them, but the two had barely spoken. That didn't mean Nea didn't like the girl. She just didn't know her. +

Sitting up with a gasp, Nea glanced back and forth, eyes darting around the heavy fog lingering on the tree line. It had become a familiar scene over the years (how long 𝘩𝘢𝘥 it been?), and while some deaths felt heavier than others, this time had just been frustrating. She had almost escaped. The +

Sitting on the log at the edge of the campfire, skateboard underfoot, Nea stared up at the stars. A forever night. Once it would’ve sounded amazing — perfect cover for tagging in the shadows. She’d give anything to feel the warmth of the sun on her face again. The campfire would have to do for now.

life doesn't care how young you are. it forces you to grow up anyway.

𝐍𝐞𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐲𝐱 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 [ #DeadByDaylightRP • #DBDRP ] A hatchling of #thedragonsnest. Multiverse friendly. Banter and other interactions welcome.