mxgicka:

kovotojas

               sallow cover   stress bewilderment;   this maiden a poignant pearl of magnus’ evening——   and in eyes of wonder lay curiosity,   perhaps even determination.   he seemed to evoke the same description as that from a note delivered to her sometime ago.

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         ❛ —— excuse me,   this may sound absurd,  but i have been looking for you. ❜

                         He seems sewn from the same dark threads that scatter
                         brittle across sky, reaching lazy fingertips over stars and
                         moons      and yet skin is worn  i v o r y  beneath the clasp
                         of steel armour and pitch hair.  Blackness is smeared ar-
                         ound his eyes in paint, lending his gaze a harshness that
                         is not sincerely present.
                                                                        Though, if he be hesitant, that is
                                                                        characteristic of Vilkas.

                                              “I’m not one who is often looked for,” he ob-
                                              serves, voice grating against skin of throat.  ”D-
                                              o I …  k n o w  you?”

t;  v: canon;  mxgicka;  [ h e e e elll yeah.;  froths over ~your choice of fc; tbh.;  also i'm so sorry; i literally only just saw this.;  thanks for tagging me; even if it was only to ensure order!~ ];  
l;  
I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Al Capone (via)
m;  

icarusdowned:

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     ❝ ugh. it’s like I need a fucking step ladder to kiss you, or something. ❞ 

             Arms around her waist, and up she comes.

                                                                   ”What’re you talking about, shortie?”

t;  v: the saints can't help me now;  icarusdowned;  [ w ow em.;  way to be c ute. ];  

icarusdowned:

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  ❝ why are you so fucking tall. ❞ 

            “Because you are so fucking short.”

t;  v: the saints can't help me now;  icarusdowned;  [ true romance. ];  

icarusdowned:

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    she’s learned not to let tragedy consume her,
    especially with all she’s been through. so, 
    instead of d w e l l i n g in it all, she decides to
    let it go. 

                  (not to say the focuses on the positive, or
                  anything. she can still find a thousand things
                  to complain about. she just thinks about things
                  like instagram, and who she can beat up next.

                  avoidance is an art.)

   ❝ damn right. ❞

                    His heart does this little twisty thing, because if her avoidance
                    is an art, Vilkas wouldn’t mind buying a ticket to her gallery.  Th-
                    ough, he better get a discount, or her walls will echo with pass-
                    ive aggressive  w h i n g i n g .

                                      Smile warms, widens      and then that old cynical life
                                      flows back into him.  He bites into a corner of his lip,
                                      studying her silently for a moment.

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                             ”      Anyway, I was going to take you out for  p i z z a .

                                                         Accusatory tone, because she totally distr-
                                                         acted him.

t;  v: the saints can't help me now;  icarusdowned;  

uncaging:

💀

l;  
target;  [ why. ];  
princess satan;  [ no. ];  
SINGS ’ GOOD VIBRATIONS ’ TO YOU. CAUSE UR VIBRATING. get it.

[ you are amazing.  the cool kids’ court has decreed that you are, quote,
 ’ really fucking rad ‘.   thank u for these extra sweet vibrations.~ ]

mercying;  reply;  outofhowls;  [ i am in love. ];  
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