#glaciial

“ you’re too loud ; didn’t ichigo ever teach you the value of silence ? ” >:l ( hI LMAO what a gr8 way to start interacting right )

The fresh air that touched the park was better in comparison to the city. The area here was pleasantly cold, and the scent on each inhale smelt crisp and earthy, with a hint of pine. Something about it reminded the man of the old days, and he tried hard to shake the memories from his mind. The reason for being out, was for the chance of peace, considering the noise back on the Bebop was so utterly intolerable. 

When the opportunity to slink away presented itself, the bounty hunter didn’t hesitate to sneak out as fast as a person could say the word, woolong. So, this was a time for relaxation, not heartache. And for a solid hour, Spike could have sworn he was alone, or at least until an acute awareness crept up on him, that told him a set of unfamiliar eyes were watching him, or had been for some time. He hoped it wasn’t trouble, it would certainly spoil the mood he was in. With a sigh, Spike figured it was probably better to deal with whomever it was though now though, and be on guard to teach them a lesson if need be.  

upload it to tumblr. i have a tutorial on how to grab it on my tadashi blog.

                                                  ♔ | glaciial

               It had been playing on her mind all that day, since the moment she woke and saw that the numbers on her wrist had fallen considerably lower since she fell asleep. She had always tried to ignore them ( who would want her as their soulmate, anyway. for all she knew they’d get up and run the moment they found out about her powers ) and yet that seemed to draw her fascination even more. Her mother had always told her that soulmates were something wonderful ( always with that look of melancholy - Elsa’s father was not her soulmate, of course, as was the way for their kind ), that they who found their soulmate would be utterly and wholly accepted in their entirety.

                            It was with bitter resignation that Elsa would always                                     remind herself ; she was not acceptable.

And yet, there were the numbers, ticking ever lower as she walked. Step-

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