“Like the chess piece.” The woman tried to clarify. “Some shameful part of me was in the Hellfire, but I got the hell out of there when I could. I was a Black Rook.” Taking a strand of her hair, and twirling it, she sighed. “Ironic, right?” referencing her pale skin, she went on to answer Allison’s question. “I absorb written textual information by touch.”
Alison chuckled lightly, before lightly touching Carols’ shoulder. “We all mistakes, don’t sweat it.” She replied with an encouraging smile. Her smile grew into a broad grin, “Cool power, must have been super helpful during school." And totally not dangerous. Alison sighed inwardly, doing her best to keep her positive expression. "Must be hard though, imagine if you accidentally touched twilight?"
witchofrooks-blog reblogged this from lightengale-archive-blog and added: She gave a lopsided smirk. “Well.” Carol began. “I wasn’t being over dramatic. I’m usually the right amount of dramatic....
lightengale-archive-blog reblogged this from witchofrooks-blog and added: Alison waved a finger in a playful manner, “Oi, oi, none of that dramatic nonsense here–I already have enough trouble...
