#;badbros

[corvanum-blog]

Look at me and say where it all went wrong. This has been my dream, my whole life long. Am I good man? Am I mad man? 

[corvanum-blog]

Being me can only mean feeling scared to breathe. If you leave me then I’ll be afraid of everything. That makes me anxious, gives me patience, calms me down. Lets me face this, let me sleep, and when I wake up: Let me be.

[corvanum-blog]

✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰✰ .`-;- ♠

Send me a ✰ if your character thinks of mine as their best friend.

Send me a ♠ if your character couldn’t live without mine.

(what the fuck i literally sent you the same thing at the same time i'm not playin i wish i was)

[corvanum-blog]

two can keep a secret ♚ bad bros

     Hans isn't surprised to find aesthetic lights hanging from each corner of the ceiling-- he knows, all too well, just how decorative his ally tends to be. The extravagance that flows from this particular 'friend's (though he uses this term loosely, as 'friend' has such a foreign definition) fingertips is constant and inevitable. Perhaps theatrics are a good technique, considering the success belonging to each man after months of hard work.

     As a man that lives behind a facade, he knows just how difficult maintaining one can be around the wrong people, so he doesn't have a problem sharing any praise that's well-deserved. Not with the Once-ler.

     It's a matter of genuine interest when he sets foot in the building that houses the only citizen worth his trust in all of Kairos and Paralia. Rather than suspicion or concern for a lack of information being withheld, he's perfectly composed with assurance and the fundamental rules that make Hans the sole individual with the freedom to show up unannounced. 

     No alert ahead of time, no call, no note-- the redhead knows it's in his best interest to act more personal than business-oriented. Even so, he weaves human intelligence and animal diligence together and forms quite the web. More than the youngest Westergard would like to admit, he's a bit melodramatic himself. 

     Once he's past the frontmen (all it takes is a name and a nod of acknowledgement), he gives a knock or two at the door. 

     If not productive, it should at least be an entertaining afternoon. He knows to expect this much by now.