sordidsensory-deactivated201408:

My muse is standing outside in the rain, staring dazedly into the distance, seemingly so fazed out they haven't even noticed the rain. Send "What are you thinking about?" And I'll give you a description of what they are thinking/dreaming of.

_{Karin had gone outside to get some fresh air. It was threatening to rain— but no drops yet, when she had made her exit.} 

_{Crimson hues looked up at the cloudy sky, as she began to think about how things had ended up. How she actually had family.} 

           _{How there was someone there that was desperate for family just like her— even if he’d never admit it. Someone from her own clan who wanted someone else from his own clan.} 

_{And they were. They were from the same clan. The remaining survivors.} 

_{So out of it, she didn’t realize rain was pouring down now, so out of it, Karin didn’t realize that her clothes were sticking to her, and her hair was lashing around and about in the wind.}