❝ of wings & fire.

because i don’t rp as much as i did, you should follow bo and her fran bow. honestly she’s just ?? such a great writer and the blog is new and i feel like she needs people to write with honestly B(

zooms in

features contorted into disgust, long digits rubbing at the ichor on her clothes ; he had warned isabelle of the demon, and now her new clothes have been RUINED. “ i’m not going to say i told you so, but i told you so ; the demon did explode, didn’t it ? “

features twisted into a scowl, though it smoothed into a grin as the falsity of his anger could not be held. arms crossed before his torso, a chuckle bubbling to the surface, golden hues shining.  “ really? well, alec, you wound me. “

long legs kept him in pace as the sound of his boots echoed along with her heels. golden hues glared at the girl at the mention of a party ( as his ‘ BIG-BROTHER ‘ attitude shone through. ) “ what party ? “

muscular arms wrapped around the smaller figure, digits pressing into her skin to keep her locked. with her back to him, he lifted her and pressed her against his own torso, POPS sickly crackling down her spine.  “ there -- your back needed popping. “

fatigued eyes stared at her vanity, smothered in cosmetics, eyeshadow pigments staining the wood. with kind digits, his sister covered her eyelids in the hues -- meticulously, it seemed. “ are you going somewhere? or is this your sunday casual? “

like an animal baring its fangs, full lips parted in a grin. gilded hues scanned that of the others with a quiet chuckle bubbling to the surface. “ you don’t hate me. NO ONE does. “

physically NOT okay after that rwby episode, i’ll be getting to starters && drafts. 

golden hues trained ‘pon that of the other’s azure ones, the chin of the shorter man raised ; keeping the contact steady. the predicament had racked his mind before -- the gilded was WELL shorter than his parabatai.  “ how’s the weather up there? “

i’m back and yells i read the rest of clockwork prince during the trip and now i want to make a will oops c:

                                               sometimes these memories pull us under                                                      we get lost talking, days come by                                                      but we’re not getting any younger                                          now it feels like real life has dragged us in its time