Frankie is: 21, a Pisces, that one strange girl , a cuddler, a writer every now and then, interested in the paranormal, lover of mythology. She is as mutable as the fish that are tattooed on her leg, and as vibrant as the colors in her eyes.
“Yeah,” I say as I take a slow drag from my cigarette, “I’ve seen a few ship wars in my day. Been in a few myself, too.” I stare off into the distance, screams echo through my head, bloody battles, blogs left in shambles, fandoms torn apart. I know I’ll never be the same again.