Here's a starting part of a story. If you like it, or care at all to continue it with me. Please, copy my post, send it in a Note, with your attached response <3(Responses work best with this if both people take the perspective of different characters)
I've got a small touch of writers block. Doing these really helps the idea's flow. <3
~Okamixkeshin
     Her once lively eyes can only stare blankly now. The horrors that have crossed them, have left them clouded by fear and sorrow. The pain of death and loss, too much for one person to bear, has fogged all recognizable emotion from their glassy form. Innocence is no longer bliss. In the world she was forced to live in, innocence only meant death at the hands of those who could sense the weakness. Her father, already killed at the hands of war. Dying disgraced, and as a coward. Attempting to flee the battle, catching a sword in the back by one of his own. He was weak by their standards, a sub-par being, a waste of space. Her mother, heart broken and full of despair, turned to a handsome stranger to ease her pain. He destroyed every inch of her before tossing her aside to die. She was no more than trash that littered their streets.
     All alone now, with no family and no means of surviving on her own. No one around her that she can trust, no one that even wants to help because of her disgraceful family. She can only sit on the corner, watching as one by one, the dead bodies are pulled back into their fair city to receive proper burial. Her long Raven hair was tied back in a long braid that reached her thighs. The gray eyes scan the area before she looks back down at her hands, to prevent making eye contact with anyone respected. She was an outcast now, despised by everyone around her who only wanted her to die. She traced the dirt coated wounds on her arms with her trembling fingers, wondering how close death really was to her, wondering if she would be treated better in the afterlife.
     "You, child. What on earth are you doing? Sitting out here all alone, with no chaperone?" A deep, male voice said above her. She could hear him step closer, and his shadow blocked her from the sun. The shade seemed to chill her to the bone, but she did not look up at him.
     "My parents were a disgrace, and have been taken care of by our laws." She said quietly. Her voice carrying no sympathy, only anger and disgust.
     "You seem like an intelligent child, I don't quite understand why everyone here has condemned you to suffer because of their shameful actions. Come on with me, dear girl, and I will take care of you." He said, offering a hand, low enough that she could see it as she looked down. His skin was tan, but fairly clean, cleaner than she had been in such a long time. He had rings, with big stones on them. They looked like Emeralds, but she did not know enough about precious stones to be able to tell. She did not answer him right away, she didn't want to answer him. She wanted him to leave her alone, before she was tempted to look at him. "Please, take my hand. I can give you sustenance, warmth, a soft bed, a home. Everything that your family took away from you, I can give to you. I can make your life livable again."
     For a long time, she thought about his words. He did not leave, and he did not speak. He only waited, with his hand offered to her. She couldn't help it, she had to look at him. She had to see what meaning was in his eyes, what he was after. The sun glared, blocking out his face. She narrowed her eyes, but it did not help her vision.
     "And what would I have to give to you in return for your kindness? Surely, you are not offering these things for free." She said, nervous about hearing his answer, and wondering how much she would be willing to give him to feel human again.