#readsfortunes

it’s not shit when it’s honesty………. KJhdsfjsjf love u beau <3

@readsfortunes

“Molly...” he lobs a balled up sock across the room at the lump under the blankets across the other side of the room, Fjord had been awake for over an hour, had showered, dressed and even found some left over pizza which would substitute as breakfast. “Are you plannin’ on goin’ to class today or am I gonna have to provide some weird excuse for you again?”

The excuses had started as quite believable, but as time went on the valid reasons were running out and so he’d started to be a little more creative. He doubted anyone actually believed them, but they also didn’t challenge the bizarre reasons, so maybe it was actually working.

"I was thinking that... they were hot."

What time of night it was Fjord had no idea. Caleb would know, Caleb always knew, but he wasn’t there. It was dark and had been for a long while, and the streets were pretty damn quiet, so his guess at the time would be late.

@readsfortunes​ // jesper.

blue eyes slid shut, his back pressed against the rough one who held him closely as the lanky sharpshooter sauntered into the room. crowd parted when jesper spoke briefly after gunshots announced his arrival. pearl handles poked from either sides of his waistcoat, flashing a dizzying swirly pattern of lime and blinding pink.

i see my reputation precedes me. wylan let out the breath he was holding, felt the column of his neck rock as a painful swallow lined his parched throat. heart thudded within his ribcage, his fingers trembling on either side of his tailored trousers.

“that’s what i’ve been trying to tell them, and i don’t think they understood.” surprising to find his own voice considering how tensed his entire body felt for a myriad of reasons, one already pressed cold behind the base of his skull, and another standing fearless with both pistols on hand. playing the damsel grudgingly proved his own reputation but wylan still crooked an awkward smile, his body stone-like in his post, afraid that any twitch or turn of his muscle would trigger something that could blow his head off. he’d certainly lose credits on his argument of being able to take care of himself, but at least he won’t be dead. thanks to his knight in shining waistcoat.

@readsfortunes // character quiz meme ( accepting ! )

Send in 🎨to see what famous work of art my muse is.