sugar, spice, and everything nice. [ tryout form ]

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"what's your name?"

angel's eyes shift from the walls, to the floor, and then up
to the petite but sassy kalon settled before her. the kalon
goes by the name quinn, and if angel had not known that
before hand, she wouldn't feel very confident sharing
her name. though she thought it odd, that this kalon
sharing her name would make angel feel more com-
fortable sharing her own personal information with
quinn. for all she knew, quinn could be some crazy
psychopath that was using the name as a cover up.
but that was insane, and angel knew it. she nibbled
on her bottom lip and gave a small nod to herself.
taking a deep breath, she met quinn's gaze once
more and tried to put on a strong look. "my name
is dovahkiin, though most of my friends call me
angel. i would prefer to be addressed as angel."
she watched as quinn gave her a nod, admiring
how strong the kalon looked with her glasses sat
on the tip of her nose. she was simply beautiful,
and angel crossed her fingers that she would be
accepted and be able to work alongside quinn.
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tears were threatening to spill down her cheeks endlessly,
painting them a sad, ugly color. angel knew that crying
didn't mean that she was weak, but it made her feel like
she had failed. shadows were cast onto the walls from the
lava lamps and lanterns that surrounded her. her heart
calmed down, and her breathing quietened. here, she was
home. she loved the colors that surrounded her, the
oranges, purples, blues.. all so pretty. after a few minutes
of relaxing on the floor, she pushed up onto her feet and
walked towards the table that sat in the middle of the room.
there, a tiny river sat on the flat surface. it was a small one
that she designed herself. a bag of cotton balls sat on the
side of the table, and she gently picked it up. plucking one of
the balls of cotton out of the bag, she bounced it around in
her hands softly before gently sitting it down into the water.
some believed that this act, this cotton ball, would absorb
and "drift away" the sins and sadness that revolved around
them. and so she watched as the cotton drifted down the river.
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