Gallery

Reunion to Renaissance   When Bell had first spoken to Darla after almost a year apart, Darla had been surprised and, if she was honest, a little bitter. The two of them hadn't ended on the best of terms, Darla remembered the sting of rejection well as the greed bun sought out their own dreams and left her behind as they followed them. She was happy for them, glad they could find a way to feel whole in this crazy world, but the fact that she was cut away from it all s...

A Drink to Share   There was no such thing as a lull on a night like this. Even though Darla had slipped away from light and laughter with Bell to get a drink, there was still a buzzing about the room, people fluttering about to and fro. Laughter, the sounds of footsteps, and the roar of the crowd above everything else. It was a surprisingly cozy feeling, despite the way bodies occasionally bumped against each other or the way that some soun...

Twas’ A Stormy Night The rain was soft, a gentle tapping on the roof of the tent as Darla laid about in her newly made pile of costumes, pillows, and anything else Bell could possibly have to have made her impromptu visit more comfortable. The soft fabrics were a wonder against Darla’s skin and it was in moments like this she was surprised she wasn't a sloth bun. 'No, just a pillow princ...