Apr 26, 2016
briefvoice replied to your post “' i don't like you ' /runs”
im replyin fuck it
*strums guitar in spanish*
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briefvoice replied to your post “' i don't like you ' /runs”
im replyin fuck it
*strums guitar in spanish*
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i’ve been thinking about you all night. /virtoza, whos surprised?
meme ( accepting ) @virtoza
HAS IT been hours? days? weeks ? he couldn’t tell, for time makes little difference when heart decides to make itself present. the ache could have been there, or he might be simply imagining it. but it was there, deep in his chest pulsing and throbbing, and each time he saw anything move, heard any sound, it was her face or her voice. and accusatory finger and salty tears. he could almost taste them. so when he does hear her voice, he doesn’t think twice about it. the reality and what’s beyond are melted for him, he can’t quite tell the difference.
❝ yeah. i’ve been thinking about you too. about us. ❞ his eyes don’t quite reach her, but it’s the words and their meaning that hold importance. ❝ been thinking a lot about this whole thing. maybe you’re right. i wasn’t made for this, i don’t really know why i am here, but… clearly not to make your life pretty. i’ll make it a mess. chaos. it’s what spirits are good for, right? we’re the damned, never should have expected happiness. but you were my piece of happiness. so let me have it. even in a dream, kiss me one last time, tell me to go. ❞ finally, his eyes meet her own, filled with pain and longing stored over decades spent in loneliness. he doesn’t want to let go. ❝ tell me to go and you’ll never see me again. ❞
& @briefvoice.
❝ I’VE HEARD a lot about your kind. but... you are the first i’ve encountered. are you are you truly here ? that is... can i touch you, or will my fingers be met with nothing but air? ❞
i can think of a few ways to shut you up. /virtoza STOP ME
meme ( accepting ) @virtoza
❝ CAN YOU now, darling? ❞ a single brow shoots higher up, interest shining in dark eyes but clouded by mirth and amusement, he’s not quite used to this part just yet. ❝ did your lovely friend teach you any of the ways by chance? ❞ tell him to shut his mouth and all you’ll achieve will be the exact opposite. ❝ but, please, show me. ❞
d a d d y
*marcus voice* hey bby ;))
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*stares at her belly*
❛ DO YOU NOT LOVE ME AT ALL, KOKO ? can you not be happy for me, just this once, for tristan and for our child ? i did not mean to become with child, but i cannot not undo what i have done nor will i regret it. please stop staring. YOU ARE MAKING ME NERVOUS. ❜
ya suck iris
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for the better or the worse, she is there. as steady as one of the statues, hands posed together in mockery ; if one did not look closely, they’d be thinking she’s one of THEM. a discret yet mischievous grin is painted on lips as the spirit sits, waiting for him to notice her presence.
TRANQUIL SOUNDS of fountains flowing, bees nestling against flowers to collect nectar and the gentle sound of mumbled prayers. The Tehreni cleric kneels, hands pressed together, words whispered like litanies as prayers to the goddess. He prays for control, for resistance, to be something the goddess would be proud of. In the corner of his sharp blue eyes, an unnatural smirk draws his attention. He almost forgets to be shocked, too enraptured by her marbled beauty. She could be one of them, like a goddess herself and yet one of the things he prays to resist.
“ Are you eavesdropping on my prayers? That is very… disconcerting. ” Each prayer uttered about her was special, like poetry on his tongue between his goddess and him. Cheeks flame at just the thought, olive skin turning red in the sunlight.