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I ACCIDENTALLY LOGGED ONTO THIS BLOG I FORGOT IT EXISTED
i accidentally fell into this blog. but uh yeah i’m in the process of revamping lillian. not soon but uh. it’s a process. anYWAY this blog will become archived soon so yeah.
if anyone is still following me on here and interested into where i’ve been i’ve been on this , this , and this
so yeah. lot of memories on here. will come back on to link the new blog later but uh peace.
dont catch feelings you’ll die
do you plan on telling tord just what you are?
“ no. . . can’t say i’ve thought of telling him though. ”
"To say the very least."
Tord opened his eye a crack and stared up at Lillian with a smile. Her hand felt oddly gentle against his skin, each finger much more careful with those dirty blond locks than Tord thought they would be. Normally he hated it when peopled touched his hair (how they oggled at it, reached for it, wondered if it was natural) but this? This was more than okay.
This was wonderful.
"It would seem I turned your lap into a pillow." The smile faded, and Tord hummed in wordless apology. He did not like sleeping on the job. She could have been the most trustworthy person in the world and Tord would still be afraid of falling asleep.
“ hm… ”
a soft chuckle is given , the movement of her hand stopping is replaced with the motion of her fingers playing with small strands of his locks. the absolute peace and quiet of this moment was like nothing she’d experience with another living being. her eyes shut for a moment , before opening back up to glance back down at tord, a sigh leaving as she does so.
“ do you want to take a break ; stay like this for a while without having anyone or thing distract us, just forget about our troubling lives for even a second ? “ just saying it sounded tempting to her , but it was up to him. lillian knew what he was doing in his own time was much more important than what she does.
❛ you don’t even remember what you used to look like before. who WERE you ?? there are no journals , no pictures , —— only faded memories of what once was . they say that if you wear a mask too long , you forget who you are underneath . others say that you become the mask itself. maybe, in your case, it’s BOTH . you’ve reinvented yourself into a kind of person you would look up to as a child, star - eyed & dreaming of joining in on the action . join in you did, but lost yourself in the process . was it worth it ?? well………… you’ve been asking yourself that every night for years , now . maybe one day you’ll wake up & KNOW the answer .
@fallcnangel|| Liked x for a starter!
“Heeey y~o~u~!” The blonde chimed as she bounced in the others direction.
the woman slowly turns her head in the direction of the rather chirpy voice. “ ... oh. it’s you. ”
thoughts?????
he tries hard NOT to smile or laugh, but with his mood it’s impossible. “wow.” that’s all he can really manage– the visual in his head funnier to him than the actual joke.
“ is that all i get ? ‘WOW’ ? damn tough crowd. ”
cont. @n0rski
soft. warm. smooth. all the textures that seemed to make up his hair, and it was nice ------ RELAXING EVEN ------ to finally have some peace and quiet and just spend it with someone who understood the chaos of the messed up world, all it’s horror. tord understood very well, perhaps that’s one of the reasons why she hasn’t hurt or betrayed him yet. she N E E D S someone like him in her life. her hand continued to stroke through his locks in a continuing motion, a small hum of satisfaction as she does so.
“ tired ? ”