#aufgeleost

[piashchota]

💓 [ from alena :^)c ]

National Kissing Day, you say? Send a 💓 if you’d like a kiss from my muse.

She doesn’t move immediately, sort of examining the other’s face for a bit. After some consideration, she does lean in - slowly though, slow enough to still offer Alena a way out would she want to, and presses a gentle peck to Alena’s cheek. She also fails to let it last longer than a single second, quickly pulling away with rosy cheeks. “Thank you for the gift.”

[piashchota]

aufgeleost replied to your post: @aufgeleost do u want a spot on natas rela page...

oui my sweet!! err alena + max for now I suppose ��������

eggcellent!!!

[raidesouleu-blog]

‘ this is just baffling to me. ’ [ hans :^) ]

BUZZFEED UNSOLVED SENTENCE STARTERS.

“You say that as if you do not speak ordinary French like a dog choking on a bone.” Her patience is beginning to run thin with the man - why ask if he is not going to try? She gives a sigh. “One last time. Watch my lips. Carefully. Qu'acò’s bèu.”

[raidesouleu-blog]

@aufgeleost 

Taken aback by the brazenness of such a statement - of such an unwanted and unneeded declaration - the Prussian scoffs derisively, casting an angered look toward the other. The nerve. It’s but a blessing that she is able to keep so visibly unperturbed, with pretty features stoic and cold.

“Vitòri, dear. You are bold to believe you’d ever be so privileged to do such a thing if it were ever needed, which, you and I both know shall never be the case.” Venom pours from plush, rouge painted lips. “I wouldn’t waste a breath on you, let alone hold it.”

Vitòri notices not any slight change of expression, no - her gaze rests solely upon the nude-painted tips of fingers, watching the sun’s reflection atop their polished edges as they gently dance, to and fro. 

The fire she is presented with, though - oh! Her own rouged features cannot help but lift with mirth. A nerve was hit, that the workings of pride cannot mask. But she did not rise this morning with the intention of making any enemies today. Especially not over a supposedly friendly battle of wits. The brunette looks toward her companion, full lips in pout and a dark brow raised. Ah, the feigning of innocence. The voice that leaves her is honey-laced, a seducer of both men and women alike. “I intended no offence, Alena. But -” Eyes move from the Prussian’s own to their collective bet on the table, “- you are dangerously close to losing this round.”

[piashchota]

“i’m getting more open-hearted.” [ any muse you'd like cutie !! ]

mamma mia! here we go again // lyric sentence starters

Hmm. That is good. Open-hearted is good, I suppose. [ pats his shoulder ] And alcohol tends to do that, I guess.

[piashchota]

@aufgeleost

Is that so? [ hans ponders this for a moment, brow inching upward as he looks toward her ] Do you find that belief to be helpful? Is there any particular reason you do believe in them?

Yes. And no. I supose there is not, aside from my utter desperation to have something in this life to hold on to since everything else I love and loved has been already ripped from my grasp, even if that is just the belief there may possibly be a higher power watching over me and possibly granting me something nicer when I finally do pass on from this life. 

[piashchota]

aufgeleost replied to your post: “baby, let’s keep it secret.”

[ sugar sejngsoings i was meant to put alena ngdbgbg ]

skpofkfkf ;A; its ok tho;;; 

[piashchota]

“baby, let’s keep it secret.”

dangerous woman  // lyric sentence starters

“...Sure, if that is what you want. From who exactly though- I am not that much of an expert in secrets.”