Post by Walpurgisnacht on Jun 16, 2015 7:20:27 GMT -8
People are stupid.
Whether alive or dead, people are forever going to be annoying.
Lutz was put in the foulest mood as she sat at the far corner of the cozy cafe in the HQ, her body turned at an angle so she had her right side pressed against the wall. Her eyes were a little red and puffy from holding back tears of frustration. Lutz didn't cry. She would rather die a second time than let someone catch her tears. Luckily, her gloomy mood only affected the corner she occupied not the rest of the comfy atmosphere...so perhaps no one would notice her distress.
Those little fingers of her right hand gripped a piece of cross-stitching fabric, her left plunging a needle and red thread into the cloth. The way she stabbed at the cloth was borderline murderous, with a fierceness that someone who desperately needed to vent out their aggression would display. Lutz had always avoided other Apprentices ever since she was insulted a few times because of her appearance and behaviour. Especially by the younger (mentally) Apprentices. Children can be far crueler.
Lo and behold, she still got unnecessary comments flung at her.
Despite her having the external appearance of a horror movie character with a subzero glare that was her default expression, Lutz had a frailty about her little heart. She'd like to think of herself as strong and unaffected by petty things. But her body never listened to however much her mind told her to stay indifferent and tears would threaten to begin prickling at her eyes.
Whether alive or dead, people are forever going to be annoying.
Lutz was put in the foulest mood as she sat at the far corner of the cozy cafe in the HQ, her body turned at an angle so she had her right side pressed against the wall. Her eyes were a little red and puffy from holding back tears of frustration. Lutz didn't cry. She would rather die a second time than let someone catch her tears. Luckily, her gloomy mood only affected the corner she occupied not the rest of the comfy atmosphere...so perhaps no one would notice her distress.
Those little fingers of her right hand gripped a piece of cross-stitching fabric, her left plunging a needle and red thread into the cloth. The way she stabbed at the cloth was borderline murderous, with a fierceness that someone who desperately needed to vent out their aggression would display. Lutz had always avoided other Apprentices ever since she was insulted a few times because of her appearance and behaviour. Especially by the younger (mentally) Apprentices. Children can be far crueler.
Lo and behold, she still got unnecessary comments flung at her.
Despite her having the external appearance of a horror movie character with a subzero glare that was her default expression, Lutz had a frailty about her little heart. She'd like to think of herself as strong and unaffected by petty things. But her body never listened to however much her mind told her to stay indifferent and tears would threaten to begin prickling at her eyes.
