#bamfelf;kurt

[empathphoniex]

@bamfelf

☄️— A Circus, while there was a taste of bitterness on the back of her tongue for a time past, a passing memory that was easily ignored in favor for interest, or if Jean was honest to themselves, excitement. Popcorn and a comically large lemonade in their hands as they walked into the tent, scanning passively, not that they were expecting to find anything, paranoia more than true habit but there wasn’t anything left that would make Jea— Popcorn and Lemonade crash to the floor as thoughts in a thick Bavarian accent entered her mind. KURT. Instinct took over cation, her mind reaching out connecting to the familiar psychic energy showing the exact spot she was in. With baited breath she wanted for a— BAMF

And there he was, as brilliantly blue as the day Jean had last laid eyes on him. Tears instantly filled their gaze. “Are you mine?” Her voice was half of a whisper, grief on her tongue, his reaction would be their answer, if he hated them, well then that was all they needed to know.

[osbornsun]

@bamfelf

🧪— Sunlight bounced off the sharpened blade in his hand, the multi-chrome green and purple shifting endlessly as his wrist snaps back and the throwing knife soars through the air. What would his father say, not only was he putting his expensive degree to waste at the circus he was acting like he was a part of the show. Green and purple struck with a satisfying thud, sticking a playing card deep into the target. A loud, indescribable noise pulled his attenuon to the side, a comfortable smirk landing on his face. At least his business partner would never sneak up on him. “Mornin’ Kurt”