#martyrbled

vlad voice: love u!!!!

❛ I love you too, but for fuck’s sake —  ❜

                           He can’t imagine the Saint being stranger than they were now – no offense to the holy being, but they were peculiar. Very endearing, but peculiar, nonetheless. ❛ That won’t. Ch-Change how I see you, ❜ he offers, voice carrying a hint of unease ( he was unsure of the tone which dripped from their mouth ). ❛ But do you… M-Miss being that way? ❜ Deonte picks at his fingers, nail beds pinking with spite; he’s terrible at… This, at pulling the words out of others.❛ It’s okay i-if you, uh, do. Everyone gets nostalgic. ❜

          Soft were the sounds the Season produced as he came near, form hidden among the swirling snow & scattered frost beginning to bloom here. How strange, the world murmured as it shivered, how strange that he snaps at his sibling so soon ! As the fragile scraps of nature that remained wilted at his arrival, Winter’s excitement only grew. There was a presence here that he had to admit had been deeply missed ( & what a curious feeling that was to his hard heart ! ).           A gentle gust of chilled wind flowed across the distance, carrying a scattered & almost musical variation of Luthias’ voice. A small shower of snowflakes began to fall & spiral sweetly toward the other, though the Season was careful to keep his influence as slight as he was able.                                      “ HELLO, OLD FRIEND. ”