#cyrelle

[feminineambrosia]

Cyrelle should have let me apply sunblock..Oh well!

[gentlemanchoice26]

Gentleman's choice... Cyrelle

[jessnaked3]

[bluemonday60]

Cyrelle

[visoflex65]

Cyrelle

[roscida]

art :D

I kind of want to recreate that scene with two ships, Chilumi and Cyrelle

I'll do it sometime lol

[cricket-heart]

New pokemon trailer just dropped

[lydiaturan]

holy! cannoli! | cyrelle & lydia

@cyrellea it was strange being back in a time that seemed so distant, there she stood in her apron with her frizzy auburn hair tied back in a ribboned plait. she remembered how badly she had wanted that job to prove to her parents she was going to make a positive contribution towards her own life, she had wanted to prove to them she was capable and able enough to stand on her own two feet. that had been the year of learning the hard way that things could go from bad to worse and that she could hold her own but she couldn’t hold everybody. the day had passed hazardously as she remembered, the apron still tied around her waist as the bell rang with the last colleague leaving. lydia was the trustee of the key that night, the one that was locking up. who would somebody trust more with their goods? the answer was nobody in darkwood. 

it was kind of weird how little had changed even though everything had. she felt the same, the memories and present tangled into one allowing her to go through old routines with new knowledge, it was seamless. 

she was bending down to lock up the under the counter safe when the bell jingled above the door, she hadn’t had time to lock up because she was so busy thinking about other things. cracking upright she opened her mouth, “we’re actually cl...” but soon she realised who it was that was standing in front of her and those words were lost. she blinked a couple of times before speaking again, a genuine question mainly consisting of puzzlement, “cyrelle, what are you doing here?”