❝ 𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐓 I can make you feel pain.❞
❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 cant, Stiles. ❞
⸻ IN WHICH, Florence Auclair moved from France to America for her first year of Kindergarten, where she was assigned a new doctor for her chronic illness. M...
Ουπς! Αυτή η εικόνα δεν ακολουθεί τους κανόνες περιεχομένου. Για να συνεχίσεις με την δημοσίευση, παρακαλώ αφαίρεσε την ή ανέβασε διαφορετική εικόνα.
┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° s1: chapter one ✧.*✎ The Bite.
TRANSLATIONS : Je vais avoir beaucoup d'ennuis : I'm gonna be in a lot of trouble. ( French )
Tu as de la chance tu es mignonne : You're lucky you're cute. ( French )
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⸺ ❝ 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐓 ! " The Green Day song blasted from Flora's headphones as she sat at her desk, finishing her chemistry homework.
" Dont want a nation under the new media! " She tapped her foot along to the beat, her soft Hello Kitty slippers muffling any sort of annoying sound it would make.
" And can you hear the sound of hysteria? " Florence had on a black tank top along with red checkered pyjama pants.
It was safe to say, Flora definitely got her growth spurt. Going from "short for her age" to 5'7 and fifteen.
" The subliminal mind-fuck, America! " As she grew up, more scars started to litter her fare, milky skin. Most stemmed from carelessness, others clumsiness. Her least favourite scar was one that ran down her cheek in a jagged, uneven fashion.
Others were small, she had few tiny, straight line across her palm from when she didn't see a massive thorn bush and mindlessly ran her hands through it as she strolled by.
Most weren't meant to scar, but she'd zone out and pick at the healing scar tissue. Without the pain, she'd never realise how much she was scratching and picking off. Resulting in simple cuts turning into ever-lasting scars.
Some were pink and healing, others were white and blending into her skin. Fare freckles dusted her cheeks, fading into her skin due to the cold weathers. Her hair was pulled into a lazy low ponytail, small butterfly clips weaved into the front pieces from today that she hadn't taken out yet.
" Florence! " The annoying, shrill voice of her younger sister made it past the noise cancellation of her headphones, pulling them down and looking over her shoulder at the door. " What, Rory?! "
" Loverboys trying — and failing — to climb up to your window again. Tell him to keep it down! I'm playing a game ! " Aurora banged on her door with her fist as a warning and walked away. Flora rolled her eyes at her, sticking out her tongue at the closed door.
Flora then turned back & got up out of her seat and walked over to her bay-window, seeing Stiles heave himself onto the roof overlooking the patio of her home. She smiled softly, unlocking the hatch catching his attention.
