⟪ ✉︎ : neansethal ⟫ currently missing my alley cat cds, if I see them a n y w h e r e within your side of the dorm?? I'm murdering you and throwing out all your paint cans.
( sms to ⇢ renshit ) what do u want( sms to ⇢ renshit ) no one wants ur shit so why would i take them( sms to ⇢ renshit ) fyi if it’s in my side of the dorm it means u threw it here which i will have to kill u for( sms to ⇢ renshit ) dont u dare touch my paint cans
↳ “And she said, you’re so much like me, boy step outta your dream. watch ‘em all gather ‘round, boy. It is your turn to be king.”
♕ — Please follow and welcome Renly Belle to Escoria ! Renly is also known as Ren and they are the nineteen year old descendant of Tinkerbell attending La Cours De Merveilles ! Residing in Amaterasu #406 the Co-Captain of the Swim Team strives to achieve excellence in order to make their parents proud and carry out their legacy!
↳ CLASS SCHEDULE
Reading, Writing and Critical thinking about Literature
Psychology
Modern World History
Ancient World History
Painting
↳ CLUBS & SPORTS
Co-captain of swim team
↳ TRAITS OF THE PARENT
Feisty & Hot tempered: It is known Tinkerbell has a fierce hot head, triggered by minuscule things that cause for a sharp tongue to throw daggers at whoever comes in her way, Renly, like his mother is easily angered. Quick to fluster through things that most would find laughable. His fits, though harmless have been known to raise a few eyebrows since he is quite dorky and innocuous.
Fearless & Adventurous: He takes daily risks, finding that living on the edge is much more entertaining.
↳ TRAITS OF THE HEART
Though he’s a near carbon copy of his mother:
Curious: His heart is much bigger than he’d like it to be, though he dislikes the thought of the isles children, he finds himself attempting to figure out of psychologically there could be s o m e good within a d e m o n.
Captivating: Tends to be center of attention, unlike his mother before him who attempted to keep a tight knit circle and was distrusting, he ventures out to make friends with the children of Escoria.
↳ ‘ TELL EVERYBODY I’M ON MY WAY— ’
The pool heats up his soaked legs, vibrations of annoyance trembling him with every word harshly spat at him; a lecture bickered into an eardrum he attempted to clear from the remaining liquid with a tiny ivory towel. Sighs of boiling irritation followed by a click of the tongue allows for a pause of the other’s raging allegations. With a flick of the wrist he attempts to make her disappear, gaining him a brash strike to his left cheek.
“That kid didn’t do anything to you!” she recites once more in her peeved delicate tone, though she seems heedless to the fact that she’s crossed a significantly thin line, erased the trust he had embroiled her with, blurred his rationality.
As a glare is set upon her with the equivalent might she reddened his features with.
“I’d suggest—” he begins in a husk whisper “that you go..”
He warns, standing from the edge he had found relaxation in moments before she arrived; the rose tint her petite digits had imprinted him with now furiously painted the entirety of his dignity. Face blotching with pure insolence of whatever insignificant disrespect she would feel.
“Or I’ll make you feel, what you’ve just made me feel”
he threatens, any variable of self composure tossed into a metaphorical trash bin as she steps away from him, the first time she must’ve seen his hues dark. Usually half crescent like orbs above a bright smile now replaced by heavy breathes and a scrunched scowl towering over her much smaller frame.
Her back facing him now as she inched away from him in hurried steps.
“They don’t belong here, you know it like I do!”
He reminds, calling out to her with a solemn smirk. His actions had been interpreted wrong. They were monsters, sure. Yet he believed they weren’t to be blamed for being such malicious deviants, with a sigh he continued to dry dark locks onto a dampened towel, chuckling as complexity overtook him through a few cheerless chuckles.
