#cerfbois

        ‘ could you imagine actually having a loving and stable childhood?? ‘       her red stained lips take a sip on her iced coffee, the ice swirling around the plastic confines. her eyes dart to the other, a vaguely serious look in them, before flicking back open to the general crowd of public people.         ‘ cause i honestly can not. ‘

                    “you know that you can’t HURT me right...? i mean                      physically.. it’s impossible. i feel like you’ve forgotten                                                    basic facts.”

virtue isn’t sure if it’s WISE to remind the other like this, but the others aura suggests that there is going to be a tiresome moment of attempted VIOLENCE.

“FLOWER.. come out little flower.”

if you’ve heard the WHISPERINGS and mumurings then you might have heard that the prince of hell has returned to EARTH. he stands in the doorway of the most feared house in la, smelling of sulfur and cigar smoke. he’s returned to claim his only LOVE and to once again continue his work for his brother.

           “don’t be shy now.. YOU know i don’t like to wait.”

meme: send me “alt!” and I’ll introduce you to a character I’ve rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!status: accepting

meet a young peter pettigrew i’ve got him on hiatus atm but i’m planning on bringing him back sometime this month.

& just so you aren’t lost about why he acts as he does in the following, there’s a really short headcanon over here that should explain it.

               a sigh passed his lips & his gaze lifted from the task at hand. the words               he had written not a moment prior no longer looked like english. he rolled               the quill between his fingers, wishing desperately his thoughts would               emerge as clearly on paper as they appeared in his head. the last few               lines were quickly scratched out, & he set about writing it again.

                         “james, could you come here for a second? i need you to                          check my spelling again.”

meme: send me a ➳ and i will generate a number from 1-300 for what my muse will say to yours.status: accepting

155. 

                    the grass felt as if it were cradling the back of his head so with the                    ground as his pillow, he had fallen asleep. a couple books were laid                    out around him, their contents meant to be committed to memory for                    their upcoming test & yet he lay sleeping. to look at him, his dreams                    might seem peaceful but instead, a nightmare plagued his mind. his                    voice was quiet, but his tone more pleading & distressed with each                    additional word.