Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26907930-20170921230213/@comment-26907930-20170922221336

Amoris took a deep breath, unsure of how things would work this night. She was afraid, to be honest. And even though she wished she had any of her siblings there, to help her, to hold her in their arms and protect her under their wings, she had to face it all by herself. She needed to grow up and take her responsabilities. Becoming a Rebel only to be free from what expected her in her fate was out of the question. It would mean disappointing her father, her grandmother, ''Phoebus. ''And if any of them were disappointed with Amoris, she would be disappointed with herself.

She placed the lipstick over her dressing table, taking a last look at herself. Maybe she was too pink-y, but she couldn't help it. When you're gifted with a long, charming dark pink hair, that must become your colour for life. She sighed, walking towards her bed to grab her small purse, leaving her room, her roommate out to do whatever she wanted to do. And how Amoris wanted to do the same this night.

The winged girl quickly walked to Phoebus' room, walking through the same halls, the ones she had walked many times before in the same situation. Her mind wandered, her eyes seemed anxious, nervous, ''scared. ''But Amy had to keep it cool, she had to make it work. She had to fall for her long-dated best friend. Of course, she had thought about asking to one of her siblings to make she and Phoebus fall in love with each other, using their bows and arrows. But never had the courage to do so.

She stopped by the door of Phoebus' room. Sighing, she slightly knocked at it, apprehensive, insecure. Her wings ruffled a little, she she prayed for the gods, to everything work alright.