#driiftcr

[efriyeets-blog]

driiftcr replied to your post: Yeet me Efribabe

Well then you know where my interests are for now.

      ❛  you’re  lucky  you’re  handsome.  ❜

[titanjexson-blog]

driiftcr replied to your post: Jexs wife has a huge thing for Drifter in our...

drifter vc: not my fault she’s got great taste–

    “  i think you’re confusing ‘great’ with ‘garbage’ “

[luxdelumin]

Need another rescue?

“please?” she sounds almost DESPERATE at this point. “light, please, get me out of here.”

[abscntwill-blog]

@driiftcr

     It wasn’t often he seen guardians this far from their home, but when he did he would do his best to keep his distance. Too many times had they begged for gifts and too many times he had to reject.. this guardian, however, he’s heard of and not from the normal everyday gossip of his fellow lightbarers that pay him a visit. 

     No, this was the ‘ dredgen ’ or at least, once was. A man the emissary tended to reach out to- the other messenger of the nine, though her purpose was far greater than his. 

     Yellow eyes casted their gaze upon the rouge from the camp he set up for himself. The fire leaving a yellow glow across normally hidden features. His nose was straight bridged and lips full as if perfectly carved. Jaw sharp and eyebrows neat, though still hard to see. He simply blinked in greeting before words were exchanged. 

     “ ᴅʀᴇᴅɢᴇɴ.. ᴏ ʀ  ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛᴇʀ ? ”

[dawnbrokcn-blog]

    ❝ do you feel the breath of sunken apparitions ? ❞    @driiftcr  /  when our bodies wash ashore  ( ♥ )

[rebirthe]

      the emissary doesn’t sleep for neither does the dark nor light, she has no need of it. however she does meditate, she brings memories of her past and sinks into them. relives them, some are painful and some are the opposite. almost suspended in the air, she dreams, she remembers all and in that memory lies the deceiver. wu ming, dredgen hope, the drifter. the fire she’d sought in a cold ice planet, ironic that now she had the gift of seeking him out once more. the playback of memories stops dead in it’s tracks as movement beyond the taint of the taken is felt in this realm.      ❛  drifter,  ❜  she greets, not moving from her spot.  ❛  the  nine  do  not  wish  to  speak.  ❜      yet   ————   they  will,  they  always  do.  //  @driiftcr.

[notpetals]

Did you asked for the jerky yet--

i was going to find a dumb picture to react to this with but i found this and started losing it so

[aparacausal-a]

‘ nice ghost you have there. would be a shame if something happened to it. ‘