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Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

And if you need help for inspiration I'm always here.
I wanted to give you a heads up that midterms and spring break are coming up in the next few weeks, so those tests are going to eat up my time pretty soon, and then I'm going on a trip. :)

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Hey, it's okay. Hopefully he comes back.

I don't mind waiting~

Aguamarina: Song of the Sea | ravenhuffle & carsgovroom

So I edited my last post just a little. I was rereading it and decided I didn't quite like the bubble element of the transformation? So I changed it, but if you liked the way it was before and want me to change it back let me know.

Aguamarina: Song of the Sea | ravenhuffle & carsgovroom

Clara had one of those old fashioned claw-foot tubs in her bathroom. A shower head, rod, and a light blue floral shower curtain that matched the parts of the wall that weren't covered with white tile had been added to it to modernize it, but the classic look of the tub somehow still remained. A lot of the furniture in their house were classic antiques. The house itself for that matter looked rather old, like most of the buildings in the town. Must have been part of the small town charm, but for someone who had lived among skyscrapers for years it took a little getting used to. Clara was perched on the sink counter in her robe flicking through her phone while she waited for the shower to get steamy. Her Chicago friends had sent her some Facebook messages, but she didn't feel up to responding to them right now. It hurt a little more than she cared to admit to remember the time only a few months ago where she wasn't considered freaky by classmates. Though why Melissa Jenkins even thought that about her was a mystery.

She set the phone on the counter and shrugged out of the robe with a disgruntled sigh before handing it on a town rod on the wall. The shower should help take her mind off of things, and she could finally wash away the grime and last remnants of the salt water from that pool. She carefully stepped into the tub, though she had a mat under her feet so she had no fear of slipping, and close the curtain around it. Then Clara stood under the shower head and allowed the warm water to pour down on top of her. It felt exquisite, and she closed her eyes and felt herself relax.

It only lasted about ten seconds. Then Clara started to feel strange, like her entire body was tingling. She opened her eyes and looked down at herself, then felt her heart almost stop beating. The streaming coat of water that was touching her skin had taken on a horribly familiar shimmer, but before she could react properly the shimmering spread, covering her, and it intensified into bright light. The tingling sensation became more intense for a long moment, then everything was gone. The shimmering, the tingling, the light, all of it. Clara didn't get a chance to look back down at herself, though. Because in a millisecond she felt her balance leave her and with a surprised shout she fell backwards, pulling the shower curtain down with her.

She must have lost consciousness for a few moments, or had gotten the wind knocked out of her, because it took a little while for her to move again. When she opened her eyes she was staring up at the ceiling, her back hurt, she could feel the shower curtain under her, and the water was still pouring from the shower head. Tenderly she reached out to turn off the flow and let out a soft groan. At least her arms worked. Clara tried moving her legs next, and was struck by the strangest, most frightening sensation. It hadn't felt like she had moved two limbs, but rather only one.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Clara's rose rose from where it had been resting against the edge of the tub to look own at her legs. Only she didn't see them. Instead, where her legs should have been, she saw a glistening, scaly tail. And at the end of it the tail spread into a very large coral colored fin. Clara felt her breath catch in her throat, but she was noiseless as she stared at it. She just kept telling herself that it couldn't be real, that it wasn't really happening. She had just hit her head when she had fallen and she was hallucinating. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the dream away before opening her eyes again. The tail was still there. She made a weak sort of whimpering sound as she reached a hand out to touch it. The wet scales felt slightly slippery and horrifyingly real against her fingers, and she pulled her hand away immediately. Then, after taking a shaky breath for courage, Clara willed the lower half of her body to make a simple motion, something as simple as flexing her foot or bending her toes.

It was only when the fin flicked, when she felt it flick, when she could not deny that she appeared to have made it move, that it seemed to be a apart of her, that Clara screamed.

Aguamarina: Song of the Sea | ravenhuffle & carsgovroom

Aaaawesome. I just got home for the weekend, so I'll be working on it^^

Aguamarina: Song of the Sea | ravenhuffle & carsgovroom

It's all good. :) Gave me time to go to a graduation event AND write a paper yesterday ah.
But I'm looking forward to Zac(h) and the post~

Just a Fairy Tale | Glaw & carsgovroom

Sam barely had time to register the fact that the dwarves had lit their camp on fire before August was suddenly moving forward, propelled forward by this new bit of motivation. She half expected to slip from his arms and fall, but his arms were like iron around her, and she wrapped her own around his neck to hold on her dear life. Her eyes were closed and her head was bowed and as they approached the smell of smoke became stronger, as did the sound of panic.

When she finally set eyes on the chaos, Sam could only stare for a long moment, eyes wide on her tired face. Half dressed men moved in an unorganized frenzy, attempting the stamp the flames out and salvage the supplies and tents. Where was Dorothea? And Liam? And Will? She spotted Raquelle shrieking in her gown, but the men look so similar to her in this state and Dorothea was so small... What if she got trampled? If Sam had the energy to yell she would have, but her voice was still weak. She could hear the sound of panicking horses, feel the heat from the fire, and she squirmed a little in his arms. "Put me down somewhere!" she whispered into his ear. "They need you more than I do right now."

Will finally appeared, dragging Liam from the blaze that had been their tent. The prince was in some sort of a panic, quivering and babbling and gazing around at the chaos. One might assume it was from the shock of the fire, but Will had a bit of grimness mixed in with the frantic expression on his face. He had pulled Liam to the side, away from the flames, before dashing into the camp again to start directing. He was usually quite easy going, but in the hectic situation he's face was stony and serious. He ordered a few men to take care of the horses. If they bolted they would be even worse off. The rest went back to saving what they could, although in a much more organized fashion now that someone was giving orders.

The prince's steward glanced over to see Raquelle a little ways away, holding a container that contained one of their most precious supplies. Then he saw the puddle at her feet. Will blanched and felt fury well up inside of him, though he didn't let it show. He marched purposefully over to her and snatched the container from the princess's hands. "THAT was our drinking water!" he said with anger rimming his tone. "And you've just wasted it! Stand back, Princess." It wasn't a suggestion, and Will was too mad to care about how he addressed her. "We'll save as many of your dresses as we can." He gave her a fake smile and turned away from her and her luxurious items. Maybe they could use some of her dresses to put the remaining flames out.

Now that there was organization to the men's movements, the chaos had died some. Will tasked a few of the men with taking inventory, and they hurried about, sorting through the destroyed and the salvageable. Some of the tents had been mostly saved, but others had been burned beyond repair. It looked as though much of the food and medicine had been saved, and the horses hadn't managed to flee. But clothes were ash, as were blankets and other supplies, and precious water had been wasted. They may not have lost everything but they had lost a lot.

Aguamarina: Song of the Sea | ravenhuffle & carsgovroom

So I edited Alex's CS into my first post below Clara's. Still working on his personality, but that's what he's gonna look like^^

I'm wondering when I can expect your next post? Not trying to pressure you or anything of course, I'm just curious. If you need time with it I totally understand~

Aguamarina: Song of the Sea | ravenhuffle & carsgovroom

Yeah Clara and Alex are exactly the same. I have some ideas for Alex but nothing concrete beyond his name, which I'm glad you like :)

Aguamarina: Song of the Sea | ravenhuffle & carsgovroom

Clara is still forming a bit, too. Since this is the beginning, after all. But Clara's new friend, Alex, will probably end up being her love interest? He's just a name at this point, kind of a blank canvas, but he'll probably be someone who can soften the hard shell and crack it. With a joke or two, maybe.

Zach as Clara's love interest sounds promising-