eidlon replied to your post: okay but who elected to ignore the cat hair on...
poor boy… one doesn’t need to hold a cat to attract cat hair. carry a lint roller
and suddenly the lint roller becomes some sort of foreplay knowing magnus 👀 @chatreus

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eidlon replied to your post: okay but who elected to ignore the cat hair on...
poor boy… one doesn’t need to hold a cat to attract cat hair. carry a lint roller
and suddenly the lint roller becomes some sort of foreplay knowing magnus 👀 @chatreus
@eidlon / ♡’d for a lyric starter
‘ would you just tell me what i’m meant to do? ’
‘ i didn’t realize how old you were until i started looking through your closet - ’ lily peeks her head out and breathes in , catching a unpleasant scent . ‘ can you please close those blinds ? some mundane just burnt something and it smells disgusting . ’
@eidlon !
this is your regular reminder that tessa loves alec, sweater holes and all
@eidlon ||| Prayed for this
the shadows are fallin’ fallin’ around me
1800′s. touching that announcer had sent him back in time. he had meant to travel forward to 1854, to helston, england. damn these things and who knew when he’d see another one. a time where daniel waited for years to find lucinda yet again. here he was, sitting in a darkened alleyway in his old london get up suit and smelling like rotten garbage. grey eyes flickered with annoyance if not pain. he’d taken quite the fall...humans would have assumed he was just a falling star a day ago. he felt no need to move --- body exhausted, wings didn’t even attempt at coming out. the feeling of loss seemed to permeate in the air. how long must he wait? his angelic blood thrummed, almost hummed as if it felt the presence of something demonic within london. there was something not right. heaving himself up into a sitting position he just stared out towards the lit up streets. everthing...was somewhat familiar. he feared going out there, feared the memories that would eventually pop up. lifting his hand, fingers began running through course mussy golden hair before grasping it. what should he do? what would he do here? what COULD he do? he was so unaware of his surroundings at the moment he didn’t take notice of anything. so caught up within his thoughts...
❝ he adores you. ❞
‘HOW CAN YOU BE SO SURE? every time that i am around he seems so angry with me — as if i have done something to upset him. my only wish is to spend some time with my brother … get to know him, is that so terribly wrong? i cannot understand why he is treating me this way, tessa.’ a deep frown disturbed her porcelain face. ‘will you speak to him for me? he listens to you.’