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One Nice Bug Per Day
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You’re 「 breaking down 」 inside Armor’s cracked, set to COLLAPSE Damn you, don’t you cry…
Ralph Keyes in Glorious 39 (2009)
Need God? i do. You too?
Jessica Klein, in response to this six worder. (via ericboydblog)
the son of a crime lord didn’t often venture into society outside of his reign. he preferred to stay in the clutch of the underground, or in the silence of the dance studio. the bar was overlay with a sheen of mumblings, but one man captured his attention by doing the opposite. nikolai knew he was face to be reckoned with. most people knew he was dangerous — perhaps this man wasn’t in the loop. “Can I help you with something?”
it wasn't too often the young man resided within the heart of the city, for, it was very fluent when his mother's head tumbled unto vincent's shoulder, expecting some sort of comfort to lace from the tips of his fingers and into her hair---- they always had ; family came first. always. & you wouldn't much expect such a dainty-looking fellow to be used to bloodshed and screaming throats beneath his fingers, now, would you??? vincent doesn't fear much.
he contents with a brief smirk & narrowed-eyes, ❝ silly boy, i wouldn't ask a stranger for help, ❞
an abnormal yearn for conversation would always abrupt what should have been a smooth-running stomach ; but, the sky is rather-dark on this night in particular, and the only warmth vincent can grasp upon was l a c i n g from the flame at the edge of his cigarette.
❝ a night owl, hm??? ❞
it is one of the few times his mouth isn't producing mindless letters-- words were tied a bit too tightly around his teeth-- so, he contents the abyss with an alcoholic beverage, brow perking over to you, as if to query, what ???
(☾☆) — She quirks her brow as she eyes him incredulously. That all disappeared the moment the drink was placed in front of her. In an instant Rosemary’s face lit up. How he did it was beyond her but she was clearly pleased. ❝A little, thank you.❞ He had to have some sort of connection to get the drink but that wasn’t exactly impressive. That didn’t change the fact that she was grateful though. ❝I’m Rosemary Schneck. You are?❞
he lifts curiosity right back, lips painting a depiction of happiness as eyes swoon lowly towards a counter top ; an all-too calm shrug of his shoulders building his cool-demeanor---- he's always adored conversation, you know; pretty girls were just a plus.
❝ rosemary..---- rose, rosie; i'll call y'rosie, alright??? ❞ he lifts a grin as his head turns to the side, eyes intent, ❝ 'm vincent. ❞
"Are you somebody, mate?"
"No, I’m no one."