#fallen tears

Mic Bles & Merge Beats – Fallen Tears

Mic Bles releases the visual for ‘Fallen Tears’ produced by Merge Beats.

Mic Bles continues to spit bars that we all can feel. His new video for ‘Fallen Tears‘ shows him spitting from the abyss. Only a few will be immortalized and he is working toward this.

Words immortalized like legends in a mural, Mic Bles and Merge Beatsconnect on the latest banger off Immortal Auditory. Watch the…

askdragonbladetalon:

The sun was too bright. It hurt his eyes. That was what Talon told himself as he stumbled away from the main street. It was the brightness of the sun that was making his eyes water and tear up. Nothing else. What man’s eyes would not sting to be exposed to such brilliance after days in the dark? He made his way to the alley, groping blindly with his eyes still shut. Tears slipped out from under the closed eyelids, gluing his eyelashes together in damp spikes of black, and Talon sagged against the wall as if he didn’t trust himself to stay upright without its support. It was close enough to the Du Couteau mansion still that he was in the nicer area of Noxus. He could let himself sink to the floor, so he did, drawing his knees to his chest and pressing his face into them. His shoulders shook with gasped, sobbing breaths, even as Talon fiercely told himself that it was only the sun that brought tears to his eyes and that he was not crying. He was not crying. He wasn’t.

Vlad walked briskly; lost in thought, idly tracing his gaze across the various intricacies of Noxus.

A casual glance down the darkened alleyway.

He froze; the momentary glance had provoked a flicker of recognition -  thus, eliciting a double-take. Curled against the wall in that recognizable crimson scarf with brunet hair twisting to his shoulders was Talon. Vlad hesitated; he hadn’t seen Talon since that night when he had drunkenly expressed to the assassin that he couldn’t see him anymore.

A surge of guilt crashed against his chest and he bit his bottom lip. He wanted to gush apologies, beg forgiveness, give Talon anything he asked. Anything to make up for the drunken words from a drunken night.

And yet he hesitated.

Because he feared Talon didn’t want to see him.

And why would he? It would make sense. If he was in Talon’s shoes, he wouldn’t want to see anyone.

But this could be it. This may one of the only chances he had to see the assassin. 

With fluid steps and desperate quickness, he closed the distance between himself and the assassin. He dropped to his knee to make himself eye-level with Talon. 

Upon closer inspection, the man seemed to be crying.

And seeing him like that hurt.

In words barely above a whisper, soft and fragile with a flicker of desperate emotion, he spoke to the man.

rexinflata

Cecily hadn’t cried since she was an Angel...since Lucifer fell and one third of her siblings followed him. But sitting in her rooms, alone and uncertain, she heard the news: her siblings had been cast from Heaven...and they were killing each other, becoming factions with different leaders. 

And it made it her heart ache and she sat on the floor, weeping.