`✧ ｡* LIFETAKER ! @proudreign-blog - Tumblr Blog

i love u borother plea dont leave me

❝ What? Leave you? ❞

That tell - tale look of delicate disapproval is like a catechism made flesh; a crease of thin brows thus solicit their lighthearted vexation ------ and even a steadfast eyeroll joins the fray. He sighs.

❝ Agh ------ of course you’d seize the opportunity to spout nonsense. ❞

#shroudedvallite #troye what is ur icon im howling

PPPPPPPEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO LET MEE VORE U 4 THE GLOREE OV NOHR

sister … . what the fukc.

#nbnever speak 2 me agai #munifice

wow, my wife is beautiful,

#helo #dicks out for azura

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In the white light, a hand reaches through.

Embrace the dark, you call a home.

#gif cw #when will ur gf eve #`✦ &. ↪ ( ᴀᴢᴜʀᴀ ) the bluebird's lamentation.#queue.

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u kno...u being so pretty makes falling asleep really hard :^/ :^\ why would i want to spend several hours Not looking at u,

@proudreign

BEAUTY was to be expected of a performer; To call her beautiful was to tell her she was adequate. In her lifetime she had been described as ethereal and insufferable and everything in between and learned to take it all without care, to breathe a curt ‘thank you,’ or turn away and bite her tongue where appropriate. The Nohrian population’s opinion of her was not kept secret ( not in the slightest ) and the vitriol spewed from betwixt envious sneers did indeed inflict burns upon her in her youth but in time her skin thickened, her heart building walls of concrete.

( ——- Why is it, then, that it takes a lonesome mage not a spell or incantation but only a subdued smile to crack the walls as if they were made of glass, allow amaryllis to grow through the fractures and bloom betwixt her lungs when he offers sweet words such as these / looks at her as though she were the most precious thing in the world? Why is it that he need only look in to her eyes to pull her apart at the seams —- )

` The MOON is beautiful and yet we choose to sleep for most if it’s life each night, do we not ? ` Her voice is soft and lilting when she finally responds. Fingers stall in their mindless fiddling with the wrinkles in the cotton sheets to travel up to his temple, weightless warmth traces the contours of his face ( fingertips sparked with love, love, love ) before her palm rests on the curve of his cheek, thumb lovingly running over the skin. ` … Perhaps it is because we trust that it will remain in the sky for the entire night, that even when we lose sight of it, it continues to watch over us and will always return with the next sunset. `

The hand then glides to the back of his head and gently pulls him forward to press their foreheads together. Slender fingers tenderly sift through his hair and she breathes him in, sleep-tugged eyes holding his own in silence. The FACT was that this prison of a castle / these blood-stained stone streets / this wretched kingdom held no place for her — it was only within his arms that she felt for the first time within these cold walls that she had a home.

` —— Can you trust me to still be holding you in my arms in the morning, then? You’ve given up enough sleep these past few days … close your eyes, love. ` A kiss to each of his fingertips, then to his knuckles. ( what despair have these hands felt? what violence have they owned? ) Peach blossom lips then mark a tender path from the corner of his lips to his cheek, to his temple, to his forehead and back to his lips once more. Here with only air and him within her lungs it feels as though the first seven years of her life were naught but some garish nightmare crafted by Morpheus’ cruel hand. With him, only him, she can forget what it was to be a burden.

( With him, hell feels kind. )

#save tag.#I LOGGED OUT OF MY MAIN DAM ACCOUNT TO SAY #IM GAY AND IM SUFERING AND I LOVE LIFE AND IM GAY AND IM DEAD AND I #azura/leo tag.#ill come up w. some gay bullshitt ta g for theset wo im gfycking godne im ggoing to bed i cant #i acant #ithis kiled me im edead i have to write somethign gay now #im sufferi

let the record show that none of this was my fault.

#tbd #8^IIII

im leaving my goodbye note w u bc i trust u and out of everyone u were my fave right next 2 camillas tiddies. goodbye friend, its been real, but im Leavin and im Gone

let it be hereafter known that this day shall be commemorated as Laslow Day, for Nohr suffered an incredible loss; we will show our respects by playing Shakira’s ‘Hips Don’t Lie’ from dawn until dusk....my spirit lost a part of itself tonight,

#aifewhfoiwehfoiw fifi cuhcgkn #titanic theme plays #heldstrong

`✧ ｡* XANDER. ❞

❛ brother. ❜

@proudreign

❝ Brother...? ❞

#gloryfell #this is honestly so uglee i hope you delete

❝ Brother --- ❞

A sentiment bereft of its nigh-constant scrutiny, whose timbre sung a chorus of abated concern and anxieties with concordial ubiquity ( though he'd sooner play it off as mere intrigue rather than an ode of worry afflicting him ). One blond brow is arched, raised in matted query; he looks askance, even if the disposition he bears is born of compassion. ❝ If I may be so bold...I find that the bags below your eyes ill suit you. ❞

He clears his throat; a vain attempt to eschew the feeling of hesitation. ❝ Er --- what I mean to say is...none would blame you if you found it within yourself to take a break every now and again. What would you say to a game of chess? ❞

`✧ ｡* @GLORYFELL!

#gloryfell #i was gonna drop this in ur askbox but its too long so take this random thing idk #i love u an i miss u #for extra pain this could b post leo running away an comin back 2 krakenburg becasue i like to SUFFER and DIE #u dont have to answer this sab i just wanted to write it lmao im gay