Look below for a slice of fanfiction Always looking for constructive criticism ~Please note~ I am a Tord Fangirl, but I am chill, I like the CHARACTER not the PERSON. I have no desire to be obsessed or sexual in any way. It's hard for me to be obsessive and mean. THANK YOU <3
Sierra was muttering to herself again, her nose in a book and furiously scribbling down notes in a messy spiral notebook. There were heavy bags under her eyes indicating that she hadn't been getting much sleep. Finishing up one last bullet point she rubbed her tired eyes and sighed. "Alright now onto the nerves..." She said ignoring her growling stomach. Sierra didn't hear the door open and didn't notice there was another human being in the room until she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her. Yelping in surprise she whipped around and her eyes locked with a caramel brown pair. "Dam it Tord you scared the living heak out of me." She hissed narrowing her eyes. Tord simply hummed, swiftly reading through the pages of notes she has taken. "I can feel your bones. When was the last time you've eaten?" He asked "I don't know last night, leave me be." Sierra muttered. Tord didn't budge. "You work too much. Do you even know how to relax?." "Relaxation, is a waste of time." "Am I still a waste of time Kitten?" She sighed, rolling her eyes. "More or less..."
