#qd.

Thats some swords and metal

     “You really shouldn’t sneak up on people. Could you imagine what could have happened to you if I had a weapon on me? Jesus Christ!” She finishes with a heavy sigh.

“Perhaps you should go back to sleep, then, sire.”

As he stumbled his way out of the house and down the street with Roy he stopped mid-stride. “I—I know you have a thing for my mom but, maybe this could get you to pay attention to me too—” his words are slurred but before he’s even able to process if his sentence made any sense his hands were on Roy’s cheeks and their lips interlocked.

"Aw, shucks," Michael rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I'm your fucking brat, so deal with it, bitch."

dmitri  is  more  than  glad  for  the  existence  of  a  library  in  this  weird  ,  creepy  town  .  it’s  nothing  to  the  libraries  that  they’d  made  a  home  out  of  in  oxford  ,  sure  ,  but  he  likes  it  ;  the  quiet  is  a  different  one  here  ,  and  they  know  how  to  be  in  them  .  an  easy  grin  ,  fingers  tapping  a  simple  rhythm  on  the  desk  ,  eyes  bright  as  dmitri  greets  the  librarian  .  “hey  ,  ellie  .”  he  brings  up  the  other  hand  ,  holding  a  tray  of  drinks  for  each  of  them  ,  and  a  small  paper  bag  stuck  between  .  “i  know  ,  i  know  —  no  food  and  drinks  in  the  library  ,  but  i  guess  now’s  the  perfect  time  to  call  in  that  break  ,  yeah  ?” 

her  shift  has  started  — fifteen  minutes  ago  ,  but  minji  has  been  preoccupied  with  a  cat  problem  …  the  dumb  piece  of  shit  has  been  playing  his  own  game  of  hide-and-seek  ;  she’d  spent  the  whole  afternoon  searching  for  him  ,  but  no  luck  .  now  she’s  running  late  for  the  night  shift  which  is  ,  without  a  doubt  ,  going  to  be  brutal  considering  that  it’s  the  start  of  the  weekend  .  she  makes  her  way  to  the  back  ,  light  footsteps  following  the  SLAM  !  of  the  doors  .  her  co-workers  are  already  here  ,  she  notices  as  she  passes  through  the  bar  ,  and  one  of  the  reapers  is  in  her  way  .  shaking  her  head  in  frustration  ,  she  signs  with  her  hands  ,  “i  don’t  want  to  hear  it  —  now  let  me  through  .”  

probably a vase of my mum’s when i was like fourteen and playing soccer inside when i should’nt’ve been. it was a really old antique one, cost like a thousand pounds, she was right pissed.