This. It’s the same for other actors. I can not like the person, but still enjoy the performance and character created. I will continue to love Cullen and his voice because he is NOT his VA. That is all.
Shokrakar is very this ^ but Sidni seems reluctant to accept any emotions he puts forward. But he doesn’t seem to let up.
And then Shokrakar is all like ^^^ and Sidni is like “oh fuck.”
Then they smooch, just a little…or a lot
I think Sidni would be like this at the start of their relationship. I imagine trust is hard for her, especially with some who she hasn’t know for very long, but Shokrakar promised her that she could trust him so she decided to maybe, just this once, try.
And their love only grows. It was hard for Sidni at first, but feeling affection and passion became a very welcome and constant feeling from her toll boyfriend as he proved that she could trust him day by day.
But Sidni has a decision to make, does she let him in or let him go. She always fears that she will lose him in a different way, but letting him go would be just as painful. But she decides.
Bloodied knuckles | Tear stained cheeks | Rust | A busted lip | Claws | Fangs | A bloody nose | Chattering teeth | A dark space underneath the bed | Scratching noises on a wall | Creaking metal | Fog | Dancing under moonlight | Blood dripping lips | Heavy breathing in the dark | A feeling of unexplained dread | A figure in a dark corner | Dirty peeling wallpaper | Deep dark waters | A bloody handprint on the wall | Sobbing in the dark | Bite marks on the skin | Eerie whispers | A hood covering a stranger’s eyes | The growl of a hidden animal | The sound of a blade being sharpened | A deep, dark forest | Walking on the streets alone at night | A cobweb-filled, abandoned building | Eyes darting in paranoia | A heavy beating pulse | The feeling of being trapped | Struggling to get out | A scream | Boards covering broken windows | A quiet graveyard | A gas station in the middle of nowhere | A road that never ends | Heavy fog rolling in | The scent of blood in the air | Eerie old photographs | Walking along traintracks at night | A chill going up the spine | Gathering crows | A dusty, dimly lit study | Mist over a deserted cobblestone street | Ghost towns | Shadows around a campfire | The sound of chanting | Church bells tolling | An orange harvest moon | A broken down carnival | A dirty stuffed animal abandoned | Wiping bloody hands on fabric | Nightmares | Waking up in a panic | A power outage | Heavy lightning storms | A secret trap door | The feeling of being watched | Fear from trauma | A Ouija board set out on a table | An eerie doll | A scream of anguish and pain | Withered plants | A room that’s been forgotten and gathered dust | Owl eyes in the dark | Curled, dead tree branches | A ritual altar | Flickering candles | A lantern held up in the dark | Fear of being followed | Creaking floorboards | Repressed, horrible memories | Clenched teeth | Soft, echoing piano keys | An old book covered in dust | Many pairs of glaring eyes | Stumbling in pitch black darkness | Being stranded in the middle of nowhere | Tarot cards on a table | A trail of blood
Maker's Breath 