#ellesname

[animam-immortalem-blog]

+ solielle

"——— He pretends that he's okay But you should see Him in bed late at night, he's petrified Take me out, and finish this waste of a life

Everyone gather around for a show Watch as this man disappears as we know Do me a favor and try to ignore As you watch him fall through a bleeding trapdoor ———"

[xntheshadowsarchive-blog]

elles-name replied to your post:"that’s dirty"

"What if I don’t have them?"

     “if you want to see the daylight again, you'd better be joking."

[xntheshadowsarchive-blog]

Pretty little thieves || [ Golden Compass AU ]

     “don't look at me like that. We aren't doing anything wrong." His statement wasn't completely right: sure, they weren't there to kidnap or kill someone, but stealing an ancient mask from the Museum was still against the law. Those were trivial details for him, though—he had told much bigger lies in his life. And even if Elle seemed not to believe him, who cared? He had done that only to convince her.

     The prank had been organized weeks before—nothing serious, just a way to make fun of a teacher whom none of the students of their year got on well with. Everyone - including the two people who were now standing in front of the closed gate of the Museum - had agreed to take part to it and done their best to be useful, but now that it was their turn the girl seemed hesitant. He was only slightly worried, however: in the end he would manage to have her come with him, as usual.

     His daemon, Melchizedek, a black cat whose sinuous moves reminded of those of a snake, kept rubbing its body against his legs, as if he pretended to be the shadow his owner hadn't. Yet Irial wasn't bothered at all, completely focused on his 'friend'. "Just tell me why you changed your mind so suddenly. You were so excited some days ago." Ah, girls.