Nov 6, 2017
@dovedroid liked for a starter
“don’t seem right for such pretty blue eyes t’look so lost. . . how ‘bout a drink, friend?”
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@dovedroid liked for a starter
“don’t seem right for such pretty blue eyes t’look so lost. . . how ‘bout a drink, friend?”
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PALMS GROW SWEATY, hesitation in his voice as he see's the man snooping around. Some of these things FRIENDS were fragile. " D-don't touch her, please !! She's not finished yet... " // @dovedroid liked for a starter
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breath swirls into her lungs like the dust tornadoes on mars. she emits a wheeze that’d make a banshee jealous. the replicant’s stomach is made of cream meringue and strawberry sauce. her dry tongue skids across her lips, tastes like plaster. pris sits up; it hurts, her stomach, but it’s so pretty. “oh, hi roy,” she comments, eyes on her stomach (he will look sad, she knows. face scrunched up in conflict. she won’t be able to fix it) as her fingers dance along the red. she lifts her finger to her lips, dreaming of strawberry fields and big fluffy cakes, but it only tastes like oil and copper.
pris frowns, looks up to roy as if she’s just really noticed him. her red fingers touch his face before she kisses his cheek, frown deepening, “you taste like. . .” is it tears, she tastes? or rain and sweat? “wet.”
❝ don’t give it a hand, offer it a soul. ❞
HOZIER
“ how very POETIC of you “ he smiles, mentally UNPACKING the words of his companion. CAN you give something a soul? Maybe, but it would be a soul crafted by MAN, made to serve others rather than itself. To him, everything had a soul: the book you held in your hands, the painting that hung on the wall, the flowers that bloomed in the Luxembourg Gardens, they ALL had a life to them. “ But, all things have souls. Maybe some just need that HELPING HAND to expose it. “
fingers brush gently through the pharaoh's dark curls, " you're beautiful. " / wEEP S
CURLS ARE LIKE GRAPEVINES, black hairs gracing his khonsu-given forehead and the nape of his divine neck. night-time’s halo, holy! head tilts backwards at the other’s finger’s, lids fluttering closed as kohl-lined lashes press ‘gainst cheeks. the pharaoh-king’s face gleams gold, a moon lit by the favored brush! granite-pink lips lift at the corners, a sweet smile. shoulders shift ‘neath jeweled broad collar, rising to bring his crown-less head towards the other’s hand. quiet is the breath he releases! the muted wind that blows through empty tombs. beautiful? eyes open, blinking. was he, dead-king, beautiful? inside him are bones of silver, wrought in ancient times forgotten ‘neath sands and crumbling stone. skin an idol to a past he, cursed and blessed, is taken. the pharaoh-king is a statue of kemet’s midnight. hallowed, hollowed. deserted! the relic that wants worship. graciously taken are the words, though kept within is the wing-like flutter of his heart. ‘ ... i thank you. ’
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‘less handsome’ excuse u ?? rude
it’s the truth though =| sorry bro =|
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i always wanted to rp joel ://
do! the! thing!!!!