#resvasser

Attractiveness:repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable|| attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words || if the sun was gone she would shine in its place

Personality:grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted || egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

Level of Friendship:never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How likely they would have sex with them:not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably (CHUUYA DYING) || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible

✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck

♠ The presence of the lady (a mourning dove spreading its wings--lacy, dusk-colored and soft) leaves him quietly reveling, and he hides his lips behind a polite glove, uttering a noise in his throat to alert her of his presence.

As she turns--slow motion, a liquid movement, exuding every type of finesse-- her hand slips to the nape of her neck, manicure sparkling under blonde locks hitched up just enough to reveal a slender bend of skin, scarless and ivory. (So different from his own, tanned and bruised and hidden by a dark, high collar.) She looks at him, locks his stare, and perhaps she illuminates in a smile. On most days, Zelda shines. (Guiltily, Chuuya may wish her to storm. He does not want her to lock away what hurts, hide it until it stings the greatest. He yearns for her to be at peace, for he feels her heart against his back when she sleeps by him, an unspoken pain and worry sitting just beneath the surface of her gilded exterior.)

♠ He sits, crouched with his coat and his bolero off his body and mingled together on a soft, white carpet. There is silk hanging from the walls of the boudoir and the yellow lamplight fades, like mist over a lake. He is carding his fingers through gossamer hair, moving the pearlescent comb slowly and carefully to work out any snares that the wind could've given the tousled curls.

Her words are spoken gently, with a touch of sorrow, to close off a day wherein they relished each other's company as if it was gold champagne from morning to evening. The mafioso, toughened features pausing in the midst of the delicate action, flood with warmth. A hand stills on the lady's hair, twining through it to create a small whirl around his gloved fingertips as to adorn it with a tender kiss.

Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours

Attractiveness:

repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words

Personality:

grating || irritating || frustrating || boring || confusing at best || awkward || unreasonable || psychotic || disturbing || interesting || engaging || affectionate || aggressive || ambitious || anxious || artistic || bad tempered || bossy || charismatic || appealing || unappealing || creative || courageous || dependable || unreliable || unpredictable || predictable || devious || dim || extroverted || introverted ||  egotistical || gregarious || fabulous || impulsive || intelligent || sympathetic || talkative || up beat || peaceful || calming || badass || flexible

How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

I’m feelin that hardcore. You got this paz ��

♠ Oh, for whom does she shine, on a night so finely adorned with the dark? Her skin, faceted like quartz, is cradled by his leather palms, his velvet enveloping the bend of her neck and the place that her hair tumbles down from behind her ear. (Somewhere at the base of a beautiful lake, a swan dips her head and glitters, a rook flies in a semicircle around her breast to catch some of her moonlight joyfully.) He reaches, so softly inclining to press his brow against hers, a knowing smile darting across playful, boyish lips as he slips his hat from his head, allowing it to press against his chest in the slivered space between them. Uncrowning himself, he is vulnerable and humble and at such a tremendous stage of peace.

“✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

contact: mrs. fitzgerald

(context: honestly it's hard to say. i think someone must have told him about her daughter LOL)

txt: Hey you don't want to hear this but do

txt: Do you ever feel really worried about someone but you don't know how to tell them

“ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

contact: mrs. fitzgerald

(context: after a party and a few drinks probably)

txt: Hey just making sure you got home safe and everything. If you need me to come pick you up or the taxi driver is an asshole then I can come

txt: Tonight was rl gun *Fun *Really sorry I'm kind of drunk still Hahaha You make a good sangria!!

txt: And please get some rest OK. You need it