"Such a strange question," she laughed, her silvery, for-colored eyes closing to much at the sheer shock the question gave her. "Well, it's painted yellow, and it has a window on the opposite wall of my bed. It has a beanbag, and a small closet, with a dresser. It doesn't have more than that, I know my father must have messed with it a few thousand times while my mother had custody of me." There was no unhappiness in her ever-soft tone, a light of happiness in her eyes.
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metanoia (jazzlyn nightingale compilation)
Randoma compilation of all of the little things that make of jazzlyn emory nightingale, from the futuristic twilight roleplay!