#dyingfarfromthesea

[akaknightress-blog]

@dyingfarfromthesea​┊liked ( ❤ ) for a starter

               “ stop talking to me. i’m busy. “          

[speechread-blog]

youjustgotpooled​ / magneticlegacy​ / dyingfarfromthesea​ 

❝ it's cold here. don't stare. ❞ 

but aeron don't you have insulation in your suit for when/if you can fly? yes, tiny voice in his head, he does. but he's a giant baby and cold doesn't even begin to cover it. he was raised in the deep hot state of arizona. 50 degrees?? that's cold.  

[telekinxtic]

dyingfarfromthesea

        ❝Y-you l-l-look like you're really c-c-cold.         W-want my s-scarf?❞

[nanezganii-blog]

arbordaemon | recreatedflower | technicite | dyingfarfromthesea

   He sighed-                               as a form approached from the corner of his vision.                           the king of the vengess crossed his arms on top of his                          chest, unamused. 『 what do you need? 』he had work                          to do.

[cosmosistic]

dyingfarfromthesea.

                        dante leaned on his elbows back on the grass,                         taking in the gentle breeze pushing against his                         skin.   he  wasn't  quite  sure  who  the  person                         standing  near  him  was,   but   he   spoke  his                         thoughts aloud anyway,  gaze  unmoving from                         the sky.

       “ sometimes, being a demigod feels          like a curse.  i  don't feel SPECIAL          at all.  i  think  i'd much rather be a          regular mortal. ”

[iillusiioned]

dyingfarfromthesea glimpsed through the illusion.

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          the moon is at its own pale zenith,           i l l u m i n a t i n g the white figure           at the edge of endless BLACK. the           sea pounds powder sand into flat           plains with a tempestuous thunder           of noise. few things strike the entity           as truly powerful upon this earth,           and here she stands at the very           ( cusp ) of one.

                    slow m e a s u r e d steps leave no                     shallow divots for waves to wash                     away, but the same saltwater appears                     to soak the edge of her dress. Appears,                     for such things are naught but illusions                     responding in ways nature i n t e n d e d                     things to be.

[ofcigarettesmoke]

dyingfarfromthesea

    Although he's not been comfortable with touch whatsoever     lately, he's in the mood for nothing other than hugs -- so he     makes his way over to his friend, and gently pulls her close.

[baxdelaire]

[ dyingfarfromthesea ]

      "Reading is one form of       escape. Running for       your life is another."