#dvskmeadow

[dawnmartyrd-blog]

dvskmeadow

  pixiehalt  me: ah, man, i...

‘she passed out’ her best friend fucking shot her

betrayal

[bulletlegacy-a]

@dvskmeadow

       “ ah, shit. ”  the curse is mostly huffed out under his breath as he taps his pen against the paper he’s scribbling on in annoyance. it must be pointed out though that this is all an act. percy’s noticed far too often how smart vax is but how he also refuses to use that knowledge most of the time. he understands where it comes from but a large part of percy believes that vax shouldn’t lock away all this knowledge in his mind all because of one person. it’s unfair to himself.  “ vax, be a dear -- ”  he starts, ushering the paper towards him.  “ -- i think i’ve done my math wrong. i carried the two but i don’t think i was meant to. ”

[revengepact]

@dvskmeadow / starter call.

      most people can recall an eerie feeling running up their spine. or a chill in the air. perhaps the hair on the back of their neck and arms standing up as the body goes into full alert over an unseen presence. but everyone is different. 

     “ -- vax’ildan. ”  there’s a scratchy air to the voice. something that creeps through the air. the voice never rises above a whisper, trying to be warm and welcoming but left cold and stiff. smoke seems to rise from nowhere. etching across the stone on the ground and slinking toward the half elf he’s called for.  “ let’s have a chat. ”

[fatestrung]

@dvskmeadow / starter call.

      her champion. there he stands, prideful. ready. she watches ever diligently as he fights, as he travels, as he speaks to his friends. she swells with pride as he’s done just as well as she believed he would. her hand comes and takes his cheek. the touch is gentle as the tips of her fingers caress his skin.  “ hello, my dear vax’ildan. ”  she greets soft and warm before her hand retreats, returning to clasp with her other one at her front.  “ what do you seek? ”

[bulletlegacy-a]

       his glasses sit on the edge of his nose as he nearly hunches over his desk. his sleeves are pulled up as high as they can go and there’s several smudges across his face and his hands are nearly coated in ink and soot. hours have passed since he’s been down here but he’s hardly realized it. currently, with one of the magnifying lens attached to the rim of his glasses settling over his regular lens, he works on a rather intricate sketch with papers of notes and mathematics sitting around the current paper he works upon. he’s hardly heard a knock at the door, let alone someone entering.

@bcaroness / @dvskmeadow

[bcaroness-blog]

Modern OT3 (Perc’ahldan)

Aesthetic (4/???)

[whitestoneguard]

idly, casually, adjusts the collar of kynan's shirt---

       “ -- ? ”  he nearly flinches away from the hand coming up to his shirt. a quick glance is enough for him to realize what’s happening.  “ uh, ”  it’s the only sound that manages to escape him for a moment.  “ why did you just do that? ”

[whitestoneguard]

@dvskmeadow / call.

       the moment vax appears in the corner of his eye, he fixes his stance. tries to stand a bit taller and look a little more professional. there’s no reason for him to fix the way he stands or try to look busy. he’s doing the job tasked to him as well as he can at the moment. but there’s always going to be something inside him telling him to do more.  “ vax’ildan. ”  he greets cautiously with a nod of his head.  “ did you, uh... did you need something? ”