#daemonmade

     whispers yours. wink wink. for real, send that daemon boy at me any day!!     ummmmm other than that, idk? i wanna say ravus but i’m v aware this is my all-consuming love for ravus talking. more nyx would be cool too. or crowe. legit just gimme all the characters that deserved better ( i.e. all of them ) and let prompto’s sunshine smile brighten their day?? i just wanna let him make more relationships, of any variety.

          “ young prince ought to hold more worry in his heart, for long does the road stretch before him yet. “ words are meant only between the two of them, balanced between comment and insinuation --- messenger leads the way further towards isolation. ( for brief moment do her eyes open, glance sidelong onto stolen visage ) “ have you found confidence in your father’s grace at last? “ / @daemonmade

  ‘ his eyes are dark blue , rudolph . don’t want to scare of the weenies , now do we ? in any case , looks like we’re next . ‘

❛      you know,  waiting for the sky to fall is gonna cause more bother than the sky actually falling. which it isn’t.      ❜       //      @daemonmade

          she prides herself on her courage and yet now it falters in her throat. blue eyes go to bare chest, to where everything seems to flow from. there is hope for him yet. mantra repeats for herself more than anything. to keep her faith in more than just stars. “ please, “ she implores and slender hand outstretches. “ let me help. “

——– ♕ LONELINESS HAS A VOICE, a sound, an effervesce threatening to spill from the goblet of her heart. as the BUBBLES ebbed, so did her anxiety (but a bravado, FALSE pretense of courage) --- downcast orbs lifted ‘pon his inquiry && with rosy lips, a shaky whisper betraying her EMPYREAL facade slipped. ❝ is the irony of this arrangement lost on you? ❞ white wedding dress flared, bequeathing her in a glow, o’ ELYSIUM goddess (the pure diaphanous quality of the whispering silk but a sick promise of together forever) so white it was, that it was hard to believe it would become her chain of CAPTIVITY. it was he, but not he. the once betrothed, the once loved. ❝ tell me, do you feel anything for me? ❞

         HONESTLY, i don’t think i can answer this one. i’ve been doin’ this for almost 10 years now and i’ve had so many experiences in general, some wonderful & some atrocious, that it’s hard to really pinpoint one as superior. 

  ‘ you’re more like bad cholesterol , you boob . ‘