#extorris

[yasuo-the-unforgiven]

🎨

“Send me 🎨 and my muse will attempt to scribble yours.”

[Not Accepting]

“…Ops. That awkward stroke close to the chest was an accident… the brush slipped.”

[silvestreaelurus]

Mun to mun // even if you don't now me that well

You say I don’t know you that well and I won’t go about disputing that. We’ve only just met a few days ago, but I think you’re a kind person with a heart waiting to burst open. No one’s problems are inherently lesser than anyone else’s; we all have our demons and none of them should be compared and made to be insignificant. Our troubles are all valid and we should take time to sort them out instead of skirting around them. You’re a much bigger person on the inside than you make yourself out to be, even I can see that. I hope that you won’t put yourself down this much in the future.

[yi-dashi-a]

extorris liked your sass call:

“Your sword is broken. It is half a sword with barely an edge. What more need I say?”

[bxhl]

@extorris replied to your post : i ‘m  such a sucker for romance , like when i was...

Same. Just. Without the reading or chick-flicks

but u gotta !! what about k / j dramas like yo theyre necessary 

[sheslunari-blog]

@extorris      liked for a starter. 

                                        SHE BELONGED TO THE NIGHT,     restlessly following the glowing trail the Moon had set out for her. She traveled on in darkness, the smallest, most contented of smiles creeping along colourless lips. No one to bother her, no needless conflict, no sudden noises or general annoyances --- it was blissful. Cold, but blissful. A shudder rattled along her spine, prompting the Heretic to heave a gasp, rolling her shoulders in a small circle as if that’d suddenly beat the cold and shake it from her form. 

Still, for all it made her shudder, there was something enjoyable about the nip of the cold. It reassured her that, even if just for a few hours, the sun wasn’t about to rise anytime soon. That thought comforted her, gave her time to think clearly about where she wanted her life to go next. 

[hyperconscious]

* / @extorris / eden + niran !

NIRAN NEVER HAD a proper chance to stay the morning with those who kept him company at night. often for both their safety - lord knows what would happen if anyone he met with got caught in the crossfire with such a hefty price on his shoulders. and never had he met them out on the streets - looking for him specifically. but , france was a lovely place - from their beautiful botanical gardens to gleaming architecture , he wanted to stay where he was for a day or two more to relish in it. AS HE SIPPED from porcelain cup and admired the sounds of people in the street, he heard heels quickly come up to his table. an eyebrow raised as he recognized such heels , looking up to see a stunning , familiar face before him. however - she did not share the same eagerness that he had seeing her. ' ah , my beautiful garden of eden ! it's so nice to see you again. care to join me for some tea ? '

[nursewashing]

he's uglymaxxing (from eden DGFJKNGDFJNKFG)

anya lifts a hand to her mouth, barking out a laugh that's a bit louder than she meant. she's had a difficult time on the ship due to a certain co-pilot, but this haul is different in that eden is here... another woman to work with. her defenses and fear responses are so much lesser around eden; despite what anya has experienced, she finds herself laughing again, like she used to, before things went so sour.

❛ hah! ❜ a giggle tumbles out of herr easily, her cheeks flushed; she won't deny to herself that she's fond of eden's company and directness, her sense of humor absolutely infectious. ❛ yeah... he's, um, uglymaxxing and- and stupidpilled, i'd say. but i think it's easy to say that about most men... at least, most of them that i've known and worked with. ❜

starters, accepting.