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The sun was slowly sinking beneath the horizon as Veronica’s feet were screaming in pain from so much walking. She had left New York just this morning after the blow-up with Xavier. She could feel the telltale sign of throbbing on the left side of her cheek that bruises were soon to be left in the wake of the beating. Russet hues squint, looking in the distance as emotion burned behind them. It had been nearly four months since the passing of her father. Or rather, the brutal killing. And to have heard the confession bleed so easily from Xavier’s lips shouldn’t have been surprising, after all, he had been gunning for Chief of police ever since they married. Perhaps thinking getting in good with the Chief’s daughter would give him a leg up. Yet Ronnie’s Padre had seen through the bullsh*t far sooner than she had. And now? It was too late for her to change her actions, actions in which cost her the grace of her Padre.Rain slowly began to pelt down, Converse sneakers splashing in the puddles with every step she took. Sign she passed a few miles back said “Welcome to Boston”. Being a daughter of the Chief of police, Ronnie knew hitchhiking was the worst of ideas. Last think she wanted was to be stuck in some big rig with a 400-pound man named Lou that hadn’t showered in nearly a week. She had taken to sleeping in rest stop bathrooms or fast-food restaurant bathrooms on her travels. Taking money out of the bank would have a trail, much like breadcrumbs that would lead Xavier directly to her. The stash of cash she had was running out, and she couldn’t show face to claim the policy on her Pops. She had become a nomad in a sense.Ravenous tress dripped from the rain, sneakers squeaking with every step she took entering the local CVS. Her stomach growled loudly as she rounded the snack aisle. With what little money she had, it had to stretch to last her till she could at least figure out a plan. But all thoughts ceased when a voice that was all to familiar with sounded from towards the checkout register. “Have you seen this woman. Standing roughly 5/5’2? Beautiful complexion with the mouth of a sailor?” Veronica squatted behind the shelf, straining to hear. Blood running like ice through her veins. “It’s important that I find her. She’s gone AWOL after the passing of her Father, and we are worried sick about her condition.” Such a charming a**hole he was. Putting best face forward to cover the ugly truth that lurked in the darkness. “If you see her, call me immediately. Not the station. She’s liked a caged, rabid animal right now. Police would only hinder her transition in such a hard time.” His accent slipping through as he spoke.Xavier’s presence had always demand attention. He was just that sort of person. Now it seemed as if he consumed the entire room. Most found him charming and charismatic. Fools. It’s just a mask that he places on so easily.Eyes scanned the store, seeing the employee only entrance, Ronnie slowly slinked through the door, hoping like hell there wasn’t an alarm on the back door for her exit. Hands brace on both straps of her backpack as legs took off as fast as they would carry her. The rain had picked up tremendously. Lights of a neon sign flashed; a sigh of relief escaped pouts. A ding chimed as she beelined towards the bathroom. The smell of applewood bacon, greasy burgers and fries wafted in the air, making her empty stomach growl even more.With the door securely locked, Ronnie turned towards the mirror. Seeing the damage, an audible gasp slipped from parted tiers. Left cheek was swollen, tender to the touch and black and blue. Bottom lip was slightly swollen and the ring around her neck from Xavier’s hands choking her were starting to turn green and yellow. To the best of her ability, Ronnie combed through the matted mess of hair. Few beats later, she was counting the bills in her pocket that were also soaked, hopes of getting at least a cheeseburger.Exiting the bathroom, everything began to fade as she heard Xavier’s voice once more. This man truly never stopped did he? Ronnie took in her surroundings once more, spotting a rather handsome male in the corner booth. Alone. Peeking around the corner ever so slowly, Ronnie took inventory of where Xavier was standing. His attention on the hot little blonde at the hostess stand. Nearly tiptoeing towards the door, Xavier began to turn to take in the diner. It was then she had nearly dive bombed under the table where the male she spotted earlier was sitting.“What the fuc….” The male’s sentence was cut off, Xavier’s voice interrupting the other’s sentence. “Excuse me, but have you seen this woman?” Ronnie’s heartrate picked up drastically. Hand quickly clasps to the man’s jeans from beneath the table to get his attention, finger to her lips as she shook her head. Chocolate hues pleading silently. Xavier continued with his spill of needing to find her immediately and his concerns. Tension was definitely in the air, she just hoped like hell the stranger before her would take lead in not saying a word. 

Basic infoCharacter’s full name: Siraphop "Roman" ManithikhunCharacter’s nickname: RomanReason for nickname: thai parents give there childern nicknames for protection from demonsBirth date: December 20, 1997Physical appearanceAge:  26 (Almost 27)Weight: 75 kgHeight: 5'11 ftBody build: Athletic Eye color: Brown Glasses or contacts:  none Skin tone: Pale/ Slightly TannedDistinguishing marks:  NonePredominant features: JawlineHair color: BlackHairstyle: Short Voice: DeepOverall attractiveness:  Handsome or Charming Usual fashion of dress: Casual or Blazers with low cut or no shirtJewelry or accessories: Usually necklaces and occassionally rings PersonalityGood personality traits: Confident, Charming, Loyal, SweetBad personality traits: Short tempered, Blunt, Probably too confidentMood character is most often in: Happy and confident  Sense of humor: dark or dirtyCharacter’s greatest joy in life: Racing, Partying, getting high occassionally Character’s greatest fear:  being bother or annoying Why? He gets a bit anxiety when it comes to people sometimes doubting who he is and believes a lot of people won't actually like him for who he isCharacter is most at ease when: When he is racing or drinkingMost ill at ease when: When he sees someone being treated wrong, or badlyEnraged when: Someone hurts others, or starts to lie to his faceDepressed or sad when: He is trapped with his family or put into a stressful situationPriorities: Himself and anyone who considers the real him a friendLife philosophy: Do and be what you want, not what people wantIf granted one wish, it would be: that he was born into a different family Why? Because he doesn't get along with his family at all and his parents hate him Character’s soft spot:  if someone treats him like a human beingIs this soft spot obvious to others? Not really, people really have to get to know himGreatest strength: Being able to hide his emotions and seem perfectly fineGreatest vulnerability or weakness: Secretly his heartBiggest regret: Dating June Minor regret: Letting people become his friend just for his moneyBiggest accomplishment: Nothing yetMinor accomplishment: Eh-Past failures he would be embarrassed to have people know about: his parentsWhy? His parents are all high and mighty with how much money they make and when they show off to other people he hates it.  Character’s darkest secret: that would be tellingDoes anyone else know? Nope PastType of childhood: Bad for him, being forced into a certain kind of life that he grew to hate in the future. First memory: His father abusing a staff member in the houseMost important childhood memory: Nothing importantWhy: His childhood was hell, he doesn't bothering trying to remember thingsChildhood hero: Nobody Dream job: Racer (Race Car Driver)Education: Dropped out of High schoolReligion: noneFinances: Very WealthyPresentCurrently living with: On his ownPets: Cat named NeoReligion: none Occupation: Racer / No real jobFinances: Being paid by his family just to not get in troubleFamilyMother:   "Eve" ManithikhunRelationship with her: Terrible/ Fight oftenFather: Aaludaiperumal Manithikhun Relationship with him: Terrible/ Fight OftenSiblings:  NoneRelationship with them:Other important family members: Many Uncles and Aunts he doesn't get along withExes: June (Styles Sister)Relationship with them: Broke up with her due to seeing how she treated Style and the fact she lied about her true self, not that he would ever tell anyone that.FavoritesColor: Deep RedsLeast favorite color: Baby barf greenMusic: Anything but country musicFood: Sushi/Ramen/anything meat and spicyForm of entertainment: racing or partyingMode of transportation: A deep red motorcycle Most prized possession: His motorcycleHabitsHobbies: Racing, Partying, Drawing, or just relaxing at hom How he/she would spend a rainy day: Sitting in one of his cars listening to itSpending habits: All out spending Smokes: yesDrinks: too muchOther drugs: Weed mostlyWhat does he do too much of? Cursing or being bluntWhat does he/she do too little of? Self care Extremely skilled at: Racing, Binge drinking Extremely unskilled at: Keeping calm Nervous tics: Licking his lips or crossing his arms and digging his fingernails into his skinUsual body posture: Standing straight and dominantMannerisms: Mysterious, dominant, mostly randomPeculiarities: Moves his eyebrows a lotSelf-perceptionHow he/she feels about himself/herself: Depends on the person around themOne word the character would use to describe self: Stubborn What does the character consider his best personality trait? Confident What does the character consider his worst personality trait? Bluntness What does the character consider his best physical characteristic? His neck or jawline What does the character consider his worst physical characteristic? His eyes How does the character think others perceive him? An a**hole What would the character most like to change about himself; He wants to be kinder to those around himRelationships with othersOpinion of other people in general: If the person treats him right he is fine, but if they don't they are his enemyDoes the character hide his true opinions and emotions from others? Yes he doesPerson character most hates: His mother and father Best friend(s):  NoneLove interest(s): NonePerson character goes to for advice: NonePerson character feels responsible for or takes care of: NonePerson character feels shy or awkward around: NonePerson character openly admires: NonePerson character secretly admires: StyleMost important person in character’s life before story starts:TraitsOptimist or pessimist? Optimist Introvert or extrovert? Half and HalfDaredevil or cautious? daredevilLogical or emotional? emotional Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Disorderly and MessyPrefers working or relaxing? RelazingConfident or unsure of himself? confident Animal lover? Loves animals 

This is were all ooc information will be placed¶ Writing Place:~ Group forum, blogs, comments or on discord.¶ Writing Length:~ 100 + words or more. No one liner's or semi-para's allowed. ¶ Writing Availability:​​​​​​~ I am on and off throughout the day, everyday. I help my dad at work sometimes, so I'm not on all the time, most of the time I am though.¶ Writing Point of view:~ I am only writing in First-person, deep, point-of-view, in the Past-tense. You write in whatever pov, you are comfortable in.¶ Discord:~ Ask For it! I will not give it out the first time we talk. If we are writing then I may give it to you, but if not, then no.¶ Expectations:~ I except people to read all my information. I will not be handing anything to you, except links.~ If you have, questions about Luna (AFTER READING), then ask. If you except me to give you the information, then bye. I don't like laziness!¶ Smut:~ Its not center of my stories and never will be. If you come at me with it. I will have Luna rip it off of you, eat it and kill you, I mean the mum will block you!¶ Messages:~ Are only for plotting and ooc. NOT FOR ROLEPLAYING!¶ News and Updates:~ I am on and off today. I have work.

First: HowlynMiddle: LupineLast: MoonglassAge: Unknown / Appearance: 28yrDOB: Born in winter seaon.Sex: MaleSpecies: Demigod/LycanthropyProfession(s): Guardian/SwordsmanSexuality: BisexualEyes: Golden-yellowHair: Platinum Blonde*White fur as a wolf form.Height: 5'10"Body: Masucline. Fit build. Lean. Lite Skin Tone. No Tattoos.

  *Plots I want for Benji (but may also just turn them into drabbles at some point - putting this in open roles category just in case.* **Also MADELYN CLINE fc is definitely wanted for one of these** Family Expectations. Benji feels increasing pressure from his traditional Mexican family to settle down and start a family of his own. His parents and extended relatives constantly ask when he’ll find a nice partner and give them grandchildren. Benji struggles with their expectations versus his own desire for freedom and independence. Career Crossroads. Benji has found success in his marketing career, but an opportunity arises for a major promotion or job change that would require more commitment and sacrifice. This forces him to re-evaluate his priorities between work and personal life. Does he take the career leap or risk stagnating? Unplanned Parenthood. Through a hookup or brief fling, Benji unexpectedly becomes a father. He’s entirely unprepared for this level of responsibility and commitment. Does he rise to the occasion and make radical life changes? Or does he run from fatherhood, repeating his intimacy issues? Inheritance Contingencies. When a wealthy relative passes away, they leave Benji a sizable inheritance - but only if he settles down and marries within a specified period of time. Benji has to decide if the money is worth sacrificing his bachelor lifestyle. This plot could also explore gold-digger romantic interests. Serial Relationship-Hopper. Benji downloads a hot new dating app and begins cycling through a series of comic romantic entanglements and misadventures, struggling with his fear of commitment each time things get too serious. Does he learn from these experiences?

I didn't want to go into the city. But I wanted an actual meal - human food. Eating raw animal food all the time can be a bore. At least when eating human food there are tons of options. Animal food depends on the species and what kind of animal you want to hunt.  So being hungry, I decided to shift to my human form. It wasn't too painful. But it did slightly hurt, like a small poke of a fork on your skin. Yes when I became human I was bare butt naked - nude. I never wore clothes unless I absolutely had too.Going into human society? It was like a culture shock to a foreigner. I was a foreign wolf shifter? Wouldn't that counted? Obviously not! But I tried my best. I walked on unstable feet, until I had the hang of it - short-of. It was like a baby learning to walk on undeveloped feet. I was the baby, learning to walk. A heavy sigh and I was walking - slightly better, at least I thought so. I leaned on a tree, to help steady myself. But the more I walked the better I got. After an hour? I was walking towards the city. I headed out of the woods to the city. It was packed. It was a city after-all. I stepped onto the street, melting into the crowd. Pushing and shoving against the oncoming traffic. I stepped around a woman with a stroller, moving into the street - honk - a car horn sounded as a car was going to pull up to the spot I had stepped onto. Rolling my eyes, I got back onto the street and continued on my way towards Bourbon Street. I stopped and looked around. Seeing Rousseau Restaurant, I made my way inside. I had some money on me, mostly what I could find on the streets. It was enough for me to get a sandwich and a small coke - I thought at least. Nothing fancy. Unfortunately. I swallowed a bit of build up saliva, brushed my brown hair out of my eyes and headed towards the door of the restaurant. Inside it was small, like a cafe sized restaurant. I noticed a few people seated and talking with one another. I walked up to the counter and ordered myself a sandwich and coffee. I never had coffee before, so I opted to try it out. Straight up black. I know gross right? Well, at least I tried it right? I paid for my stuff near a table with napkins and recicable trash cans. My name was called and grabbed it from the worker.I turned and debated whether I wanted to eat it there or go somewhere else. I decided to stay. I found a corner table. I sat down and began to eat and drink. I was almost done eating when a scent caught my attention - vampire. I wanted to attack, centuries of hunting and killing, but I was around humans, it was unacceptable behavior.I stayed seated and drank my coffee, wondering why the vampire was here. They didn't eat human food now? Did they? I didn't know anymore. Maybe they did? I sipped and watched the vampire as she moved.

A  Daughter's  Love"My mother did what she did. And I forgive her. Isn't that what you heroes preach? Forgiveness?"Alone in her family crypt, Regina stood in one of the many rooms, this one now intended for her mother, Cora. Now both her parents were gone and Regina had never felt so alone in the world. Henry wasn't here to stand beside Regina while she said her final goodbye to her mother. Tearfully she placed a rose upon the coffin. Oh, how she wanted to fling open the box and crawl inside and lay with her mother. She knew that was such a crazy thought but the realization that she was now gone forever was beginning to sink in. And no matter anyone's age they'd always want for their mother.So focused on her grief Regina hadn't heard the soft footsteps approaching but when she heard that voice her eyes lifted and looked toward the doorway. There stood the person who had done this, one of them. Yes, Regina could not harm Rumpelstiltskin but Snow White was another matter entirely."How dare you.." Regina nearly growled. "I am trying to lay my mother to rest." Snow stood in the doorway though she looked confused for a moment. ".. Why do you grieve for her? She.. was so awful to you. She killed Daniel.. she made you marry-" Regina cut Snow off instantly. "Yes! My mother was terrible! Not the sweet, fairytale mother you had! I am aware." Regina said bitterly looking back to the coffin, placing her hand on it."But she was mine. She was my mother. And.. she wasn't always that way. I do have good memories of her. Mostly when I was small." She said looking back to Snow White. "My mother did what she did. And I forgive her. Isn't that what you heroes preach? Forgiveness?" Regina asked."So you can forgive that monster? But not me?" Snow asked though backed up as Regina moved closer as though she might do something. Glaring at her for a few moments Regina only shook her head, more tears streaming down her face. She couldn't do this, not now, not yet. "Get. Out." She said waving her hand, using her magic to send Snow White away, back to her loft. Heaving a heavy sigh Regina moved back to the coffin before breaking down into sobs, placing her arms and head against the wooden box."So you can forgive that monster? But not me?" template credit.

Why the name choice? The name itself is a movie/broadcasted program that featured Sting, the main influence for Constantine's appearance. It deals with very triggering subjects so I don't suggest watching it before doing a bit of research. 'Treacle' is another name for molasses, a very sweet-tasting liquid( in about the same way honey is considered a liquid). Making it a perfect name for Constantine's profile as he's sweet as can be when drawing someone in, but often causes them to fall in some way. Will you write with me? Yes, I am interested in storylines but will first have you understand there is graphic content and a horror aspect when dealing with John due to his "work". Do you write romance? I guess, but it's never really forefront in anything and there's a high chance he'd be with more than one person. John is polyamorous. Do you write sexual content? No, it's a fade to black moment for me. Sometimes it might be hinted at, but nothing more. If I added you: I think our characters will interact in an interesting way. It is never with the express desire to ship/become LIs

SPRING CLEANING PLAYLISTLose My Breath - Stray KidsExes - Tate McRaePickup Man - HIXTAPE, Joe Diffie, Post MaloneDesperate Measures - Marianas TrenchHouse of Memories - Panic! At The DiscoAlone Together - Fall Out BoyAll I Want - A Day to RememberSneakers - Knox

this might be weird making a blog post about it but since i only have two people roleplaying with me,i'm looking for more roleplays with people. i'm interested in crime stories or psychological ones (and maybe some family related ones if i could find that...) nothing romantic please since i already have someone. thanks for the time to read this,i'm hoping to find some more people to roleplay with... always welcome to send a friendrequest.

Rebekah was hungry and left the compound early, walking through the crowd. She spotted her desired breakfast and followed him to a dark alleyway, where she fanged up and prepared to bite his artery. However, he yelled *NOW!*, confusing Rebekah, and a woman threw a bucket of vervain at her, causing her to scream and become momentarily blind. The man then staked her through the heart, but she did not turn to ash. The two hunters, who were also scientists, took her to their headquarters for further analysis. Later, Rebekah awoke in a barred room, fully healed, and smirked at the hunters who had forgotten to smother vervain on the bars and seemed to forget she was there because they were focused on the Data Rebekah didn't hesitate to take this as an opportunity She pulled the stake out of her heart and threw it at one of them, killing him. The woman was terrified and grabbed the nearest weapon to defend herself with, Rebekah had a devilish smirk her temper was just like her brothers Niklaus. She was still stuck in the confined room Rebekah said To the woman * let me out and I might let you live* the terrified woman still held the weapon up * never you can stay there you beast! * She yelled out  Rebekah with no hesitation pulled the metal bars apart with a small grunt using her vampire strength the woman was no expecting Rebekah would be able to escape with such ease Rebekah stepped closer to the frightened woman * you know I usually say us girls got to stick together however you make an exception to this! * Rebekah did not hesitate to lunge at her killing  her too and after that she burned the lab and the building down to the ground as she burned it of pettiness smirking as she h heard the screams in the distance coincidentally the building turned into a pile of ash instead of Rebekah.She tried her hardest not to look back at the results of her doing Rebekah walked past the red firetruck that sped down the street to put out the flames no longer hungry she left to put another dress on because in her eyes this white dress she had on was now ruined and knowing Rebekah well she needed to always look her best because she never what would happen next maybe it was for the better or for the worst to not know ahead of time she wasn't psychic after all the only time she knew ahead of time was either when she was scheming or when her brothers were up to something call I a curse or a blessing either way Rebekah was okay in the end the others not so much. Rebekah entered the place she called home one of her siblings was home because the fire  burned in the fireplace seeing this it triggered her she did not know until she saw the flames that she had a bit of PTSD from what had happened to her she dropped onto the couch and tears started to stream down her cheeks she was trying but she didn't know why she was so emotional it was not like she hadn't delt with hunters before or on that note killed before but she was still upset even though she tried not looking back. However Rebekah was just find at the end of it all.  https://youtu.be/aoP5NGLsWR0?si=DnQZX7bubU2YoVFO

first and foremost, this is a roleplay account for frank morrison from bhvr's dead by daylight game. i have been writing frank for over 3 years. i have mostly written him on tumblr and discord. my discord is on my profile, my discord is ooc. we can set up a server for ic things. so please be aware of that if you had me on there. i'm new on this site and the way to write and rp on here is something i am still learning so be patient with me. most of the my posts in my stream is ic. my tumblr is @firststa6 if you want to find actual writing. you can find it there and i am usually more active there than anywhere else. but i write frank across multiple platforms and discord included. A FRIENDLY NOTE AND REMINDER THAT MY DISCORD IS OPERATED VIA OOC. IF YOU ADD ME THERE IT IS NOT AN IC DISCORD FOR FRANK. I USE THE TUPPERBOX SYSTEM FOR FRANK AND SERVERS FOR IC THINGS INCLUDING BANTER AND WRITING. 

Nimble fingers dance across the ivory keys of a grand piano. A melodic tune fills the dark room with only the light of the moon present, enveloping the man in an ominous silhouette as the somber tune carries through the empty hallways and rooms. His hands move with elegance and precision, hitting every key and every note with a mix of emotional deliberation. Eyes closed, he concentrates on the tempo and placement of his fingers as his feet press down on the pedals, sustaining and dampening notes. He plays this piece he wrote for his lover during a moment of artistic clarity. A passion one could only compare to a fear of falling in love too quickly and too hard after suffering the burn and heartbreak from former lovers. Still, he plays, ignoring the swelling within his heart as his stomach ties itself in knots. Was it the music? Or was he experiencing a genuine emotion?Lloyd Hansen was a gifted pianist and spent his time playing original songs and well-known pieces from famous composers such as Mozart, Beethoven, and Debussy; as well as modern composers of the 21st century. The same hands used to wield weapons of destruction and end the lives of so many were the same hands used to create such an elaborate and visceral music piece. Powerful but gentle to the ears, the contractor plays with emotion rather than mechanics; his feelings for Colt are placed into every stroke, every note, and every lengthy pause of this original art. He called it:A Beautiful Distraction. created by creativian

Do you think we are lost?"Stop where?! We're literally in the middle of nowhere!"Lorraine was sure that Ed could sense her irritation, he didn't need clairvoyant abilities to feel that. Glancing between the road and Lorraine hesitantly Ed finally spoke. ".. Do you think we are lost?" He asked. Lorraine who was very much concentrating on the map in her arms just side-eyed Ed before turning her focus back toward the map. "Lost is an understatement, Ed. I fell asleep for less than half an hour and who knows where you have us now.."Ed heaved a quiet sigh, he felt guilty enough. He knew he should have been paying better attention to the road, to the directions to get home. But with Lorraine asleep, the music in the car playing, his mind had just wondered and now they were lost. "It's not that bad hon. We'll just.. stop somewhere... and ask for directions." He said reluctantly. Asking for directions wasn't something Ed normally liked to do but what choice did they have now?Glancing up from the map she looked around, out the car windows before looking to Ed. "Stop where? We're literally in the middle of nowhere!" Now, Lorraine was not one to be short-tempered, not one to shout. But the doll in the backseat was beginning to take its toll on her. It just emanated dark and icky energy. And it started to affect Lorraine's mood.Before Ed could respond the car began to shake and jerk, making all sorts of sounds before finally coming to a stop. The lights and electrical system, everything was flickering until it just died. Frowning Lorraine didn't dare turn around to look at the doll. She knew it was the one doing this, making her so moody, causing the tension between her and Ed, and now causing problems with the car."Ed.." Lorraine said calmly, trying not to get upset, not wanting to feed into the energy around them. "We need to fix the car and get home as soon as possible." She said looking to Ed, hoping he'd understand what she meant. "We need to get home, now.""We need to fix the car and get home as soon as possible." template credit.

  Like all things that grow and change Lorraine's gifts did the same. When she was a young girl, just between the ages of four and six. Lorraine could hear voices, sweet, heavenly, angelic voices. Of course, when she'd talk of these voices to her parents they worried for their daughter. An overactive imagination was one thing but to hear what they thought were audible hallucinations was another. Though after seeing a doctor Lorraine's parents were confident nothing was wrong with her, even if she did still hear these voices that she spoke of.Sometimes Lorraine's father would ask her if they spoke to her, and told her to do things. But young and innocent to any dangers Lorraine stated they only sang. They spoke no words but simply all harmonized together to make a beautiful sound. Given their religious background part of her father believed her, believed perhaps she was hearing something otherworldly that he just couldn't experience. Hearing these voices of course faded over time. As Lorraine grew, and her abilities developed more she heard the voices less and less until she didn't hear them at all. She still could see things, hear things, and sense things. But never again did she hear those voices. She thought, she assumed, that they were gone forever.So while working out in her gardens one day Lorraine was surprised to hear them again. They had completely taken the clairvoyant by surprise.Lorraine had just stepped into the small barn-like structure in the back of her home. She was coming inside to grab something she needed. Her mind was completely wiped blank when she heard those voices.The day was sunny, the barn warm, and just through an open window, the sun was shining through so perfectly. Looking up, spotting the sunlight that was when Lorraine heard them. She stared at the sunlight, listening in confusion for a moment before her confusion turned to awe, struck by the beautiful voices she had long since forgotten.Lorraine wasn't sure how long she had stood there just listening to these voices before she snapped from her trance, hearing Judy call after her. "Mom! Come on!!"Gasping a little Lorraine listened as the voices faded until they were gone. When she had been a child Lorraine had never been certain what the voice had been. Though now as an adult she could appreciate them much. She was tuning in hearing the voices of angels, dozens and dozens of angels.Smiling she moved to grab the bag of plotting soil she had come in for. Picking up the bag with a soft groan she looked toward the window again though heard nothing. She was grateful for the chance to hear these voices one last time."Coming dear.." Lorraine called back and left the barn, shutting the door behind her. Going back to Judy, where they were planting she watched her daughter and wondered.. had she ever heard the voices too?     template credit.