#descendus

[atasteofeuphoria]

Stolen Sweetrolls

                          There was always much to do these days-- or nights, rather. Though, tonight, the blond bomber of a vampire was stalking as softly as she could behind a particularly tasty looking man-beard-thing.                                                                   That’s what her mind was telling her anyways.

           With her muffled boots, she was able to hold a steady distance behind him, but being a sneaky lass was not her forte. After a turn through the trees, she finally jumped at him-- aiming to grapple onto him like some sort of spider.

It’d been a while since her last feed, so a good looking meal was just the thing to make her cave.

closed starter for || @descendus 

[thexhierarchy]

@descendus 

His jaw is set, firm, eyes glowering. It’s been years now, and Roan might think everyone’s forgotten, but not Loral. Loral hasn’t forgotten. He’s unceremonious as he enters the home, searching for his younger brother with a purpose. He stumbles upon a different man though. 

“Where is Roan? Where is my little brother?”

[atasteofeuphoria]

🌹 from feb to daniel bc I'm too lazy to switch

яσsεs αяε яε∂ vισℓεтs αяε вℓυε  ι ωαηт тσ sтαв  sтαв sтαв sтαв үσυ 

@descendus

[atasteofeuphoria]

"Crazy girlfriends are the best. She might love you, she might stab you in your sleep. Such an exciting relationship."

[wxnderxwxnder-archived-blog]

/licks

{ @hmnals } -- oh how the tables have tabled 

[atasteofeuphoria]

@descendus liked this for a starter || v; divided

“You look like something just shat you out after a long night...” Hoyt sneered some. “Smell like it too...” 

                                              He paused for a moment, as if he was going to actually question who this man was, but then decided it wasn’t worth his time so he simply waved it off. Acting as if nothing just happened, he turned away and took a bite out of an apple. 

[scgittariis-archive-blog]

@descendus || [ v. glory and gore ]

When the timer had counted down, he'd headed straight for the Cornucopia. He wasn't going to go without a weapon of some sort, let alone the bow and arrows he'd had his eyes on the whole time. Even if it meant he'd have to get involved with the inevitable blood bath. His hands wrapped around the bow and he turned as soon as it was in his grip, aiming at the first person in his line of sight. "Get out my way."

[beyondtheteashop-a]

@fadedbluejumpers @descendus

Both high scoring, both gaining good reputations around the Capitol. Jacob was pleased with his tributes. “Good job. Keep this up and you just might win the games.”