A. Moon
A. is 19 years old.
She is a member of tsar bomba.
A. is located in London at hell lily.
A. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to seek rare plants in order to get ahead professionally.
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it was pitch black - so dark she couldn't see even a few inches in front of her face. the only thing she could hear was the distant slamming of a door that echoed in the space. it was obvious to her that she was in a room with tall ceilings and nothing to contain the sounds.
footsteps. something heavy, like boots maybe.
she squinted her eyes, hoping to see, but only the briefest flash of light appeared when the thick door to the room opened and then slammed shut.
silence, for a long moment. she could make out the sound of breathing -
acantha's eyes snapped open, her heart racing in her chest. for a brief moment, she was confused as hell about where she was, because she was definitely not in her bed at home. it had grown lonely to be the queen of her fathers' castle.
instead, she had woken up in some nameless guy's bed. she didn't recognize her surroundings because her tequila-drowned memories had been stifled by the strong liquor. mezcal could only do so much for her and she knew it wasn't smart of her to drink around anyone she couldn't fully trust.
but trust was dangerous in this world and the deepening sense of never finding someone she could hold onto made her feel hopeless, in a way.
staring up at the blurry ceiling, she became aware of the sweat-soaked sheets, the way she couldn't breathe, and her tangled mess of blonde hair. she knew that what she had seen didn't belong in her subconscious. it was what airi had seen. she hoped to fight those images but when she closed her eyes again:
the light flicked on - sudden and bright enough to make her groan in pain - and she tried to double over to hide her face from the searing light.
"it looks like your dad isn't coming for you, airi."
a voice, gravelly and cold. she winced, trying to close in on herself more.
"isn't that a shame?"
acantha curled up, letting out a little sob. she wanted it to stop.
Posted 7/1/2025, 9:00 PM
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