Recent content by Signe Lusce

Her sister's betrayal did not fuel a damp depression but instead a blazing fire of indignant revenge. Signe had spent much time rehearsing and dancing, so much so that it was rare for her to be home. One-armed Luella had begun keeping Signe much longer underneath the theater, and even after...

"Boo hoo, poor Seryn. PeRhApS i WiLl Be YoUr SpInStEr SiStEr AfTeR aLl." Sign mocked the woman who had been her best friend for over a millennia. It would have happened if it were possible for her emerald eyes to roll into the back of her head. Instead, they rolled up and then down as they...

Leave it to the youngest to have the most sense, but Signe brushed that off as Sybil did not understand what this was. What this meant. She was too young to understand the intricacies of the sisterhood that Seryn and Signe had once shared. They had been inseparable. So many memories, over a...

Steam rose high into the chilly air as the snow around Signe began to melt, from slush to slurry to nothing more than a puddle. The hem of Signe’s heavy skirts were soon sullied by dirt and mud but she cared little for it. As Seryn spun towards her, spat venomous words to sting Signe’s heart...

Nostrils flared at the backhanded comments about her behavior in Autumn Court. While Signe couldn’t deny that she had behaved poorly, that it was really all her fault, she did think she had made up for it by being a statue for a month: constantly hungry and thirsty, sore and strained from her...

Wrongtoe was dragged away, her brother was hugging her, scolding her without needing to raise his voice, and from the corner of her peripheral, she could see the duanann with one arm, watching her. Signe shivered, thinking over Saang’s words. She thought of what the duanann had told her. Her...

Wrongtoe’s filthy and disgustingly slimy shoes were on Signe. While she appreciated the goblin coming to her rescue she grimaced at feeling the grime beginning to stick on her clean hair and bare back. Yet, their bravery did manage to outshine such discomfort. At least until Signe heard her...

Signe would’ve made a better ice sculpture by how still she stayed. She also would have been the better model and not let her fingers have looked so ugly like the frozen fairy had. The thought of murder didn’t bother her. Her feet bled because of her passion, so what if there was more blood on...

Signe was quick to snatch the stolen letters back from Siobhan and Sybil, as if these letters belonged to her. Her face had twisted into something unlike her, seething and striking— a primordial predilection only found in fire, and, right now, Signe embodied it. It couldn’t be seen but it was...

The guard got the best of her after all. Signe kept her head low. She had thought of things to say. With the slightest tilt, she caught sight of one of Wrongtoe’s little grubby fingers. She had left them behind and they had gone after her. They had tried to help her even after she ditched them...

She was thankful for Wrongtoe appearing then, their big eyes and tiny hand bringing her back to the present. Luella, however, grabbed Signe’s lithe bicep, pulling her away from the goblin. “You’ve both made my job easy.” Signe didn’t dare pull against Luella’s grip, already fearing that she was...

“Oh no.” Signe whispered, horror on her pale, freckled face when she saw the statue shatter. She had thought it would perhaps crack or break off from the base, being no more than three large chunks. But as she looked around at the mess and the hazard of it, Signe felt dread course through her...

Signe was more than happen to crouch down and help the boots onto her sister, tying it up at the top so that it wouldn’t fall down below her knee. “I’m glad you think that. They suit you perfectly.” The top of the boot didn’t dig into her skin, even when firmly tied, and while they might have...

“Why would I lie?” Signe asked, raising a brow more curious than upset. “And why would I not want you to look nice for the Hunt?” Now her eyes softened and she set the shoes down. “Try them on, they’re already in your size.” She said with a gentle smile. “The dress has a large slit in it...

“No shine, a little heel,” Signe mused, dropping down the four options that she had shown Seryn. She hadn’t said that she liked any of them. “Let’s see, maybe….” She did a slow spin, taking her time to look up and down. “Oh, these would be lovely, Seryn, look at these!” Signe wasted no time in...