Oxfords, not Brogues.

Faust’s lips pursed tight, chest tightening painfully into a knot as the words wash over his entire being. He cares, he always does and he had never stopped caring, and he wished that there was someway else to let the other know how he feels after making a decision that changed everything a while ago. Things like these are what he couldn’t say out loud simply because he’s not specifically good at letting out his feelings and string them together into coherent words, no matter how he would like to try.

You know I always do, he would want to say, but instead he just heaves a sigh and only mustering up a smile.

[[ I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO ADD YOU ON chooses elegents snorts WHAT AESTHETICS

u know the cool lit guy aesthetic with 100x100 icons 

don’t

[[ continues to ignore

Nah, not literally. I just forgot the login to here, hahaHa,,,... Aaaanyways. Apparently a month ago I lost the muse to this character but now that the Kingsman hype is back haunting my life, I might as well come back and rule the world. Sooner or later perhaps? But I’m a lazy shit and I apologize to people I owe replies to. You can drop our threads if you want, it’s understandable. :’(

For the time being I’m lurking at @caldwells and soon a new blog (I’m trash don’t look @ me) and if you need me, want to plot and have a mindblowing idea to interact for me just reach me there. Or my aim at haunt.ing or elegens (more active in the latter) !!

literally me