Between My Willing Teeth

See how wild flowers whisper when she walks, She, who moistens mortal springs with her tears, And the earth does bloom where her feet may fall. Indie Persephone RP blog Modern Setting, primarily Multiverse and multiship written by Tinker

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emily for objects without meaning

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“ What we do to ourselves to look a certain way is crazy. ”

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darksilenceinsuburbia:

Laura Makabresku

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belleamira:

Ralph & Russo

Fall 2015 Couture

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stavrodromi.

       “Well, you’re a busy woman,” she replied, easily falling into step with the other, arms hooked together in familiarity. “A new pub opened up about a block from here. I’ve heard good things about it.” 

    “ Unfortunately.” Persephone smiled, very     much enjoying the bit of nostalgia today      was giving her. It was a bit JUST like old     times. “Then we MUST try it. And you’ll     tell me of you day, won’t you?”

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skaodi:

Marchesa Notte Spring 2016.

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floralls:

by  tbflorist

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Please reblog if you are okay with random starters, pre-established relationships and responses to ask memes. I need some new people to bug with starters & what nots. 

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sacredxdawn.

“There is a sense of strength - but hardly of pride.    I despise the idea that there are those who would   blindly follow me. I don’t know why such power is   craved.”

      “ It won’t be so forever. Your       hatred towards it, that is. It        does get better. You’ll be able       to start BENDING people to        your will. And there is not much       greater than that, I promise you.”

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iidunn:

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sylfvr:

La Croisée

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thxunforgiven.

 she looked a little young to be taking him up on the offer. and the little smile she gave made him think he ought to call her a cab on home before she got herself into some trouble. but she’d already said that she knew her way around places like that. now that was an open ended question. he offered her a small smile in return.

“wouldn’t dream of abandoning you, sweetheart. just go on ahead and get what you want.”

     “ Wonderful.” And she did exactly that, getting      more of what she had already ordered, which      was just a very fine, aged wine. She was a bit      biased towards it. 

        It never CEASED to amuse her, how any man would         simply cave in at a smile a bat of the lashes. That         was another thing that time never changed; death         and the lust of men. Oh, what would her dearest         husband say if he were present? Well, he’d say no-         thing, but DO something quite heinous. Perhaps          that’s what drove her to continue as she did. “So what         is it that you do? Suit and tie jobs--those do not         seem like something you do.”

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stavrodromi.

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       “Taking a break from the flower shop, are you? I was just about to close up shop for a while myself.” 

    “ Were you? Good, we can stop      for a bit to drink together.” The     woman approached the other     after she had locked her shop’s     doors and took her arm to link with     her own. 

          “ I’ll pay, of course. It’s been a while           since we’ve had a good night out to-           gether.”

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necrcnomicon.

“Well then, sister, I’d suggest you buckle up for some truth. ‘Cuz I didn’t lose Righty Tighty in a vicious, jungleman, thumb wrestling match, like I said… Truth is—” He slammed his own empty glass against the bar like the eyebrow dancing drama queen that he was. “It was taken from me.”

    Though the loud SLAM of the glass didn’t     make her jump (almost did, however), her     eyes did widen for a split second before     returning to looking as unimpressed as ever.                     “ Was it?” Persephone asked, voice level                and unchanging. “And who took it? Death                himself?”

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