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Pandora & Roman Fillin -Indie Rp Account- Lore credit found in Navi

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Let her be everything because she is everything. (insp.)

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liam-haydens:

I screwed up s o b a d. I… screwed up…

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dailyjackfalahee:

connor walsh 1x01 ‘pilot’ still 

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cursecomplex:

                rosy lips parted to exhale a shaky breath into the cold night’s air and let the sigh be rather prominent mere inches from her features. her heart hammered inside the cage of her chest, rattling with unsteadiness of revent events that created quite a stir in her memorable agenda.

                 ‘ thank you.

                 she accepted the shirt with much gratitude, timid digits reaching out and grasping the soft fabric to tug over her frazzled strawberry blonde hair above her head. when the end of the shirt laid around her thighs in ripples, the corners of her lips curled slightly to convey a rather gracious smile.

Roman didn’t care he stood there now half bare, as long as she was covered and more comfortable than she had been moments before. His eyes searched over her, the playful flirting that would normally be there not residing there but a concern for her.

“Looks better on you than me, anyway... So I’m not a stranger to you. My name’s Roman.” His voice was smooth, soothing in it’s own way while he watched her. This certainly had not been his plan for the evening. “Do you trust me enough to come with me so we can get you well... some where safer than just out here?”

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tetheredwclf

“Max! Max, she’s not here. She’s not anywhere. Her things haven’t moved, she didn’t make it back. Max, she’s still out there.” The man wasn’t meaning to yell, but he was shaking in the spot with panic. Having searched the room for any sign for his sister and having found none only having put the man further on edge.

“Max, Pandora is out there on her own. We have to go now. We have to go find her. Now.”

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“Where is he?” Her chest was tight, her muscles were tense, her breathing was practically just panting while it was clear the only thing keeping her standing was sheer will. “Where is Roman? Where is my brother?”

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cursecomplex:

*here for this content allllll day long*

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Tagged by: cursecomplex

BASICS:

name: Pandora Stella Fillin age: 25 birthdate: October 17th species: Bad Ass. Ex-Wolf, now human gender: Female. sex: Often. orientation: Nice butts, pretty eyes, and cute smiles. profession: Gogo dancer/hostess

PHYSICAL ASPECTS:

hair: Black/brown eyes: Blue-Grey skin: Light/light tans. Only occasionally is she any darker. height: 5′8 weight: 125-135

FAMILY:

siblings: Roman Fillin parents: Were the best. grandparents: Were older than them and also gone. other relatives: ... With the rest? pets: Nope.

SKILLS:

abilities: Climbing, running, singing, manipulation, lock picking, flexibility. hobbies: Dancing, sight seeing, drawing, and jogging.

TRAITS:

positive + Caring, Charming, Confident, Active, Loyal, Playful, Clever, Protective. negative - Hot headed, Loud, Stubborn, Impatient, Troublesome, Complex.

LIKES:

colors: Red and black  smells: Twilight woods is her signature smell, but natural vanilla, a new wood fire,  drinks: Coffee (very, very sweet coffee, or if you love her alot, pumpkin spiced), rockstar energy, water, juice.  alcoholic beverages: Cocktails and shots of just about anything, but never anything an admirer buys her while she’s working.

OTHER DETAILS:

smokes: Occasionally. drinking: At least twice a week. drugs: Not as of yet. driver license: She has one, she’s just not particular to driving herself. ever been arrested: Not with her sweet face, not yet.

Tagging: Anyone who wanna do the thing

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max saw the scars that mapped out roman's body. moving towards the bed, hands on the mattress on both sides of him, she lowered herself to pepper kisses over the scars. starting from his abdomen to his chest, and followed with a small kiss on his forehead. "y'er safe now."

If Roman was actually sleeping, his natural response would be to cuddle her in close and not let her go until morning. To sleep with her hugged in close and protective, and slightly like the pups would do in dog piles.

If he would be awake, the smile to cross his lips would be undeniable and not be able to be passed off to sleep… but it would be sweet… And he’d sit up simply to kiss Max on the lips, and brush his hand against her cheek.. Then tell her she was safe too, because now she had him, and he wasn’t going to go anywhere.