#alostswan

[drinksrum]

"I would only go if there was cake."

"Okay, what if I said there was cake?" It wasn't exactly a lie, because there could be some circumstance where there was cake after all. But he would say whatever he could to get her to go. It wasn't often the Rabbit Hole had dancingnights, and he wanted desperately to take her dancing.

[hatxtrick-blog]

alostswan liked this for a starter

           ❝ 'tis the season for crazy ICE BITCHES,

                                                                       ----- am I right ? ❞

[unswervingloyalty]

alostswan

    ❝         I haven't stolen anything if                 that's what you're here about.❞

[youngcorsair-blog]

There has been no greater pain that he has discovered than a hand shoving its way through your chest, nails scraping against the sides of a sensitive heart.  The action is breathtaking, and with the actual abduction of the muscular organ, it would be considered excruciating.  That is, if everything wasn't numb and dull without the presence of the heart-- a particular body part that allows more feeling than the brain.  Everything looks different when you're being forced to do actions and speak phrases to the everyday folk that you usually speak to around Storybrooke.  Lying straight to the faces of those who have grown to care about you.  It agonized him that he couldn't push through the control to utter his predicament to someone, but he knew the thought unwise-- his heart would be crushed into ashes within seconds if he ever were to manage such a thing.  So he'll smile like the abductor wants him to, the infamous grin of sparkling white teeth that Killian's face was accustomed to, though the mischievous twinkle that sparked in his baby blue eyes didn't glisten; perhaps the only thing that would indicate to anyone that something was off about the boy.  

He thought he had done his best to avoid the one person that he couldn't stand lying to, and yet she had graced his sight without him realizing that she was near.  If he had proper emotion, he would recognize that she looks exceptionally beautiful today-- like a gem in the right lighting.  He keeps the smile, though disheartened that he is seeing her so close-- interacting with her while he has no reign over his heart.  Nonetheless, he utters words through a haze of his voice, though it doesn't hold his usual zeal.  "What can I do for you, Milady?"

[mayorbelle]

                       The blade felt like L E A D in her palm as she walked                        the stretch of paved concrete, clack of her heels echoing                        through her ears like the sharp pangs that pierced her                        heart with each step. He was G O N E ...

                                   And so — it felt like — was S H E.

                                                  ———————— Or at least who                                                   she   had   been   up   until   now.

[maidofwinter-archive]

alostswan replied to your post: Can we talk about Sansa accidentally ...

'The North Remembers….you smashed my snow Winterfell'

Obviously! You don't mess with Winterfell, even if it's just a snow version of the castle!

[vitiosxs]

{ Welcome To Neverland ;; alostswan. youngcorsair. }

          "Pan's not here. If you have business with him,            well, now it's my business...now, care to explain            why you're here uninvited?"

[redesque]

[text] I'm guessing your the one that tried to cook bacon in the toaster

texts from last night! meme

( alostswan ):

          { text - emma }: drunk or not,          { text - emma }: I think I am capable of knowing where bacon goes.          { text - emma }: It’s not broken, is it?