They’re the only one who can make fun of their last name. THE ONLY ONE.
Tag: lgbt+
The freshman works part-time at a Thanks A Latte Café branch in New Orleans. While he’s pretty good, he doesn’t plan on being a barista for ever.
Adrian is one of the oldest characters I’ve had–meaning his character has been around since the story was first conceptualized. He’s gone through many changes: he used to be a teenager at the time of the story, he used to be Brazilian-American, he used to be downright crazy. He was created with an old friend in mind, so I literally based him off of how that friend would act in class when he came up against others in our friend group.
Kaylee was moved to six different homes over the next decade before she finally settled onto a farm with the warm and welcoming embrace of an elderly couple. The were patient with her, coaxed her out of her shell and cared for her as if she were their own daughter. Over time, the teenager even began speaking to them, though she still remained quiet whenever scouts came around to trade food for goods. Shortly before her nineteenth birthday, Kaylee met Aria.
2. Fiona and Mortimer are old friends; the frolicks of southeastern Canada and northeastern United States are known for gathering regularly. This makes Melusine jealous, but she hasn’t told Fiona about her feelings yet.
“What’s the matter?” asked Mercedes, Rocío’s mom. Her hair was dyed black, but her roots were flaxen blonde. She was already seated at the kitchen table by the time I trudged out of the bedroom. “You look tired. Didn’t you get any sleep?”
I shrugged as I entered the kitchen. “I’ve just been having weird dreams.”
“She tosses and turns and mumbles in her sleep every night, Ma,” Rocío revealed, throwing me under the bus. I threw her a scowl, which she ignored.
He works part-time as a barista, and he’s become very popular on mortal social media for his handsome hipster looks. The Thanks A Latte Café, where he works, is a hangout chain for non-humans in the mortal realm, but humans do tend to wander in so glamours are required.
Noah’s a black gay man in a group where the leadership is primarily women. His younger brother admires his ability to keep a level head while dealing with all the craziness, and the healer has really blossomed since Scarlett was found. The two of them are best friends, sharing just about everything. They even shared a home before more members were recruited and living arrangements had to be rearranged.
It was square, with no partitions or bracings. The window hovered ahead without the help of a wall, and a dim light spilled through the glass, a dusty bone-white glow that fell off the bottom of the window like a waterfall at the edge of the world. I had expected the light to stretch on for eternity, but the emptiness swallowed the rays. Captured them.
Snuffed them out.
A home for the unwanted, for even they are loved
