agnes alexander |
spectre of my mortal soul |
hair: dyed chocolate brown (natural blonde)
eyes: terracotta height: 176 cm |
occupation: musician
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Nothing is ever really meant to be permanent; it's what the first fifteen years of her life had taught her. Fade to the background, take the good days as they come and keep your expectations grounded. Some people are meant to just be there. A tidy set of beliefs she was perfectly fine with, until the very shirtless and very full of names Liam came along and decided to turn everything upside down and inside out. And it was absolutely terrifying. And absolutely exquisite. It took her 24 proposals to fully accept that down really was the new up. Some things are meant to end, but others, they just don't. They parented a cat (Danny), a panda (Muffin), got married, had three kids and lived happily ever after, the end.
Rather reserved when among strangers and usually lost in thought. Nice, proper, polite and an absolute walking disaster. Don't let her anywhere near your kitchen. Or flammable objects. Or breakable objects. Maybe just ask her to stand still in a corner - that sounds like the safest way to go about it.