Starlight Ilia lay there in the dark, listening to the ship creak laboriously as if a bored child was playing with a particularly ancient and rickety wooden door. Occasionally something would go bump against the hull, probably a chunk of ice or some debris other passing ships have tossed overboard.Starlight by the-catalyst
She had had daydreams about it sometimes, that one day she would see a sealed bottle floating past the ship. She would ask one of the deckhands to retrieve it, then retreat back to her own cabin to read the message inside. Cracking open the seal that had kept the bottles contents safe for who knows how long, she would gingerly pull out the paper within, and carefully unroll it on her bed, her eager eyes devouring the words. Sometimes it would be a snippet of someones life, its author long dead. Sometimes it would be a despairing message begging for aid from the reader, while the age of the bottle told her obviously that its author too, was most likely long dead if n
Current Residence: Sale, VIC|
deviantWEAR sizing preference: There are some deviants I'd like to wear
Print preference: Um.. yes I prefer prints? /smartass -_-;
Favourite genre of music: Anime OST
Favourite photographer: me? xD
Favourite style of art: I'm open to stuff
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: my PSP
Shell of choice: Mine
Wallpaper of choice: Non-flammable ones..
Skin of choice: Tasty ones
Favourite cartoon character: Totoro
Personal Quote: I'll [insert random word here] you! ._.