The first time a person fell from a hole in the sky,        the explosion levelled the top off a mountain and        took the lives of just about everyone in a five mile        radius, save one: the Herald of Andraste. It is no        wonder that she eyes the shimmering portal with        apprehension, hand resting ready on the hilt of her        sword. At the click of boot heels and swish of blue        skirts, Cassandra draws her blade and points the        tip at the hollow of the young woman’s throat.

I’d sign it.

you're a bad father and should feel bad.

cxwyll replied to your post:PETITION TO MAKE cxwyll STOP GIVING ME THE FAMILY...

fuck off comstock

cxwyll replied to your post:{ I read that graphic as Elizabeth Cornstock ….. }

{ CHILDREN OF THE CORNSTOCK }

Peony:What’s your favorite hot beverage?

answered!

Hibiscus:Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

I played the guitar for a little bit. Then the ukulele. I gave up on both for some reason.

Rhododendron:What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had?

WHY DONT WE JUST TAKE ALL OF THE VERSIONS OF OURSELVES AND MOVE TO AN APARTMENT IN PARIS THAT SOUNDS LIKE A GREAT IDEA

cxwyll X

   As Jack was pulled back from his dream back into reality, his heart pounded for a moment. It had been a sound that woke him, unfamiliar. He knew every sound in Rapture, but not that. He wondered if the city was collapsing and his life would end soon. Perhaps such an unrealistic idea came from the dream he had just escaped from.    The boy barely did sleep, he waited until he couldn't stay awake any long. For the smallest moment, his body begged him to stay down until his instincts kicked in. Find the source of the sound, kill it, return to normal life. At least, what he saw as normal now.   He stayed in the shadows, attempting to stay out of sight of any foes that could be lurking. He was stronger than anyone in Rapture, but he wasn't stupid enough to let his guard down. Upon reaching the source of the sound, he couldn't believe his eyes.  What stood in his view was familiar. A girl that he had seen so long ago. Her dark hair and fair skin seemed to look so much more real this time. There was no monster in the sea before her, only the woman stood alone.   Ever so slowly, he took quiet steps toward her. He didn't want to startle her. Like a butterfly on the surface, one loud noise or abrupt motion could scare her away. Who knew if she would ever return?