Don't count on me</3(Open)

[bleedlikeme]

The evening was upon her, though the darkness had yet to invade her vision as it was only Six o' Clock in the evening, a time when most are insid the castle eating their dinners. Crimson shrugs off the thought, enjoying her temporary solitude as rose color lips wrap around a green apple, biting into it, smiling briefly at it's sting of flavor, one of lifes simple pleasures, and it is that that she treasures.

Blue eyes trace the edge of rose petals as they fall to the grown in a graceful dance, as the wind brushes agains their plants amusedly. Knocking the very life from them. A morbid thought that doesn't belong on such a pretty lane, not that Crimson could really care, she didn't belong here either.. The roses much prettier than she would ever be, much lovelier, and easier to touch, to hold and love.

Rose-colored lips drew into a thin line, and she sighs before cracking her neck to each side thoughtfully, and stretching her fingers to the sky as she yawned sleepily. Truly it was too early to even think of going to sleep, but the serene feel of the area around her seemed to be nursing her into drowsiness. Reaching out she selects a rose from the bush before her, plucking it from it's bush, twirling it at the stem.

The thorns prickle against her fingers, and she can feel the swell of blood against tan skin, but she shrugs it off, wiping her finger tips against a near by tree, even though it agitated the wound.. Crimson didn't mind, just continued to carry the Rose and walk down the lane, wondering just far she could get before night fall..

[ashybean1994]

Ashleigh was stood on Rose Petal Lane. She wanted some cool down time before bed. Maybe later she'd nip down to the Three Broomsticks for a quick meal. She just sat on the floor, fangs bared as she got angry. She didn't know why. She just seemed to be in a bad mood. Standing up she saw some barbed wire on the other side of the lane. She went over and walked next to it, dragging her fingers along the spiked metal. It didn't hurt. It never did. Not even before becoming a Vampiress.

She kept dragging her fingers along until she tripped over a root, falling to the ground, knocking her knees hard. She peered at the damage. Her jeans were ripped and there was blood seeping from cuts on her knees. Contusions were already covering her shins. She shrugged it off. She was still angry. As she walked she saw a another girl twisting a rose in her fingers.

Hiding back into the shadows, she pulled her hood up, letting her dark hair fall over one electric blue eye. The other watched the girl warily.

"And what would you be doing out here so late?"

[bleedlikeme]

"Escaping from the ill-reality that we exist in."

She responds without looking up, blue eyes remaining on the rose between her fingers, and at the blood that welled, waiting for an opportune moment to drip.Tugging on her bottom lip softly, flicking at the lip ring there thoughtfully before slowly raising her eyes to rest upon the girl in the shadows... Shadows, Crimson loved the shadows, there you could hide from the rest of the world, and laugh as they slowly destroyed themselves.. Of course that was just the type of thinking she was sent here to get rid of, but it was unlikely she would ever grow out of her.. past..

Her shoulders were squared, tensed and tired, Crimson would have rather spent the time alone, than with company. Living alone for most of her childhood would have a lot to do with that, but it hardly mattered anymore, she went to a boarding school, and that inevitably meant dealing with people on a daily bases. The other didn't look as though she enjoyed humans that much either, so perhaps they had something in common..

"And to what do I owe your presence?"