"I'll b'damned. Look who decided to join th'livin'."

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣

Janaina Medeiros
almost home
Mike Driver
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost

Origami Around
tumblr dot com

ellievsbear
Game of Thrones Daily
we're not kids anymore.
NASA
wallacepolsom

No title available
Keni

★

PR's Tumblrdome
RMH
d e v o n
noise dept.
seen from United Kingdom

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore

seen from Estonia
seen from United Kingdom

seen from India
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
@pulsixn
"I'll b'damned. Look who decided to join th'livin'."
"By th'looks of it, you're not from around 'ere."
Comes accented fluidity past tiers supple in their own right. Ebon arches find their placement midst the plain of ponder, furrowing accordingly. Crimson elongation crossed toned framework within a rearward flank, steel sneering over one's marked shoulder in tune.
Like for a thing.
"Good as new, eh?"
Halloween is coming up soon. Send me an ask with what you think my muse should dress up as.
Bahamut
"Well I'll be.."
"Th'hell am I doin' here after all this time?"
Of course that was sarcasm emanating so casually from her, yet not even the faintest vestige of dolefulness could be detected on the blond’s ever so lighthearted countenance.
Ever cocksure—his way of ‘pleasing the crowd,’ as he would often say—Zidane took another shot.
❝ Well of course! It’s hard not to smile when I’m around, y’know. ❞
All while vivacity has sprung forth, malachite oculi pan wayward yonder the vast expanse they currently held settlement midst. A steppe abundant with wildlife and splendidly nourished plant life. Her home. She never thought that some little ape-kid would be rummaging about in it, though. Not that it matters, so long as he isn't stirring up any trouble.
She doesn't exactly catch what he says next, for smoothly coordinated and proud strides carry her onward and past his position. Lightly tinted appendages find settlement upon corresponding pelvic hemispheres. Accented fluidity rises up once more, offering a passive glance rearward toward his petite form.
"Y'gotta name, kiddo?"
"-And it just reminds me of an old friend, nothin’ more. Don’t worry, I actually like it, and it got us talking didn’t it? Sam Murray - and you are?”
There's an ignorance enforced midst the mimic of accented articulation. So let that calm demeanor soak in, let it govern introductory's render. "The name's Fang--should be easy t'remember."
"-Yeah? I could almost say the same for you, especially with that hair. Not that I’m complaining, mind you!"
"S'just hair, nothin' more."
「 ✧ 」— “Noctis Lucis Caelum; Although just Noct is fine.”
"Alright, Noct. And just what can I do for'ya?"