arisen, 1.1 (150)

cinderella swept listlessly at the hearth, trying to avoid toppling over while at the same time covering as much of her face as she could. the dust and ashes kicked up, swirling around her and getting under her nails. it'd long since embedded in her nailbeds, her hands calloused and dry. her father came home from business,… Continue reading arisen, 1.1 (150)