chosen.

 the last thing , and she means the very last thing that she was expecting to see on the doorstep when she finally saw her father leave for the night – was someone that she considers a close friend. ( yes true , they’ve only had interactions a handful of times but she can’t think of anyone else that she would be this worried about. ) 

 “ y-you’re hurt! you’re hurt , are you okay? what happened? can you walk?  “ she’s asking a million questions at once , he looks bad , and her heart is racing a million miles an hour as her small frame makes an attempt to pick him up and bring him inside herself. 

@theseancekid

it's not her place. It wasn't her territory ... ( anything outside the cathedral wasn't now that she thought about it. ) That was a thought for another day , she has to voice her opinion --

" that... doesn't look safe. " millie speaks up , unsure if the other even heard her.

@ratkiing

it got her into more trouble than she'd like to admit , but when there was someone who seemed like they were obviously in some kind of distress -- there was no doubt that millie was going to step in and help. To offer some sort of relief , that was why she was put here after all , wasn't it?

" Are you .... okay? " she asks , albeit hesitantly.

@empathable

millies dad : where have u been?

millie, because she cannot tell a lie : been hanging out with the vampires across the street.....

it was really the only time she was able to go out -- the night provided a shield and yet , she would have loved to see things as they were in the morning. The people , the buildings , it probably looked all that different! Every time she'd snuck out , Millie finds herself going further and further into the unknown. It would be alright , surely .... it would be.... right? She has a rather large coat on ( one that was donated to the coat drive and she'd stored away selfishly because maybe one day she would need it for this exact reason. )

It worked well as a concealer , but it looked way too big on her -- her heart is beating a mile a minute , so concerned with just getting to wherever there was -- she immediately rushed head first into someone !!

@fcllederage

she had come around this particular place often ( when no one was around and the nightfall shielded her from being seen by any curious eyes ) but besides the overwhelming amount of books she could see as she peered through the window , something else had drawn her here , and she's not entirely sure what.... She thought she'd read all the books in the world , with how many she had piling up in her room or in different places in the cathedral. But this -- there were so many in here ( maybe tonight might be the night she gains the courage to sneak inside .. . . , and she doesn't catch herself for how long she's staring until she sees movement coming from inside. --

Millie would almost stumble backwards , ducking under the window to avoid being seen by whatever had caught her eye ( or maybe there was no one in there entirely , and it was just her paranoia sneaking up on her again! )

@angelshiraeth

okokok now that I’m here AGAIN

feel free to like this for a starter!!

Hi I’m back

           millie wonders why he was back again . . . ( this time by himself , she was sure he had come earlier with someone else ). It was rather late , and it seemed like he was searching around for something , and she would follow. Silently as he tracks through the dim lit church. She thought that her father had told them everything they needed to know. Brows furrow together and she continues to watch , maybe leaning a little bit too far forward on the step , as it creaks , she would escape to the top once more. 

@sunsymbols​

  while it wasn’t strange to see someone standing out on the steps of the church so late , it was strange to see someone dressed as he was. Maybe he was here to see her father? She would have to break the news to him -- Millie would look around , and while she didn’t sense any immediate danger , she would never be too careful. Taking a step closer , the streetlights and light of the moon would illuminate her strange appearance , and a hand would slowly dive into her pocket incase she needed to protect herself with that knife she found on the street. 

     “    if you’re looking for the priest of this church , i’m sorry but he’s not home right now.  “  she would say , keeping herself a safe distance away.   she senses something , but she’s not quite sure what , her heart hammering in her chest is a distraction from everything.   

     “   are you. . . . okay?   “ she would ask

@toonsupe​

          she’s trying to rush back home , through the streets to avoid people , a complicated way through alleys and side roads she knew best. This wasn’t her first time outside and yet every time she rushed back home before the sun rose , she could feel her heart beating out of her chest. ( what would happen if he found out , what other restrictions would be put on her?  )  She can only pray silently to God above that he didn’t notice she was gone yet.  Hands clutch the notebook she kept hidden from him as well. Full of names of things she can only learn from the outside , paths to places , an articulate study of the world around her she wasn’t supposed to see. 

She wishes that those wings of hers let her fly like she thought they were intended to do. 

it’s that notebook that ends up falling out of her hands , pages scattered ( and hopefully note getting dirty ) across the feet of the other that she trips in front of , but she’s quick to get up , maybe a little too quick. 

@cardiomyapathy​

      it was normal . . .. to find someone hiding in the place she called home. No matter how late it was , the church was always open to travelers no matter what the reason was. It didn’t ever stop her natural curiosity. So many different stories people held , all going off into their own worlds when they left through those doors. Hands would clutch the bars of the railing of the seating from up above and she would watch as she hears heavy boots stomp on the floor. 

Moving her way down to get a better look , again , she moves only with questions to guide her away from the fear she felt. But she missteps , making a creak that echoes through the pews and rose painted windows -- 

and if the visitor would look ahead , they would see what looks close to an angel. 

@developedniche​

               she has never seen him around before , part of her wondered why someone as so young as him was out so late , where were his parents? She would make herself known after a while , a mental battle with herself to decide whether or not it was worth her father finding out.  No -- it would be fine. She crosses the balcony to make her way down the stairs , and she wonders how this conversation would go. 

              “   do you need help?   where are your parents?    “ she would ask.  Talking to others was not in her strong suit , she did not have as much confidence when she was without her father as she did when she was with him. 

@moralpuppet​

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