#fadetogrey

[80sbandsandmusicians]

Midge Ure plays acoustic Fade To Grey and more as part of Let’s Rock Lockdown Fest for charity - Child Bereavement.

[oncerecruited-blog]

   “ you know, i was really thinking about cutting my hair --- i feel like it’d be.. weird, though”

[lordustin-a]

❝ I was told growing up, not to take things that don’t belong to you! Didn’t your parents teach you the same?! ❞

@fadetogrey |  ♥ ( for any of your asoiaf muses! )

[myricds]

( and the people raised the blades of the fallen soldiers to the heavens and rejoiced --- no longer are we hunted ! we shall never again be prey, waiting to be struck down ! let us take up the blades of our enemies and carve a place for ourselves in this world !  ——— canticle of shartan 9:13 )  //  @fadetogrey​  ———   🎃

[archivedforslaugher]

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" i didn't know you could do that. " he's still staring at the end of the wand , torn between asking how to do it and maintaining his PRIDE. clearing his throat , he takes a step back. " is it - er, very useful ? "

[aglaecan]

“Right,” Hawke said by way of opening, clapping her hands together. The sound of her leather-clad palms striking each other was very loud in the Chantry and she exaggerated a wince, hoping to make him laugh. She didn’t really know exactly what he’d been going through, what with the whole ‘assassins killed my entire family’ thing; but her father and brother were dead, albeit under wildly different circumstances overall. But still, she reckoned she must have some idea what he was feeling. And when it had been her, the thing she’d wanted most had been distraction. Something else to think about, to keep so busy she couldn’t think at all.

“Want to go on an adventure?”

@fadetogrey || sebastian

[andagony]

a  lack  of   trust   may  have  been  healthy,  but  circling  one  another  while  the  dead  closed  in  on  them  was  more  irresponsible  than  even  nick  could  stomach.   fingers  twitching  and  eyes  quick  to  corner ——— another  body  up  and  over  the  dilapidated  carcass  of  a  chain  link  fence  that  rattled  as  it  charged.   tightening  the  grip  on  the  ball - peen  he’d  been  wringing  since  he’d  left  mexicali.   blanching  knuckles.   jaw  tense  as  the  atmosphere  left  to  swell  up  and  smother  between  them.   this  girl  with  her  sharp  eyes  and  sharper  blade,       “   look———   ”       a  compromise  tinted  with   necessity,   his  sneakers  working  the  dirt  of  the  padded  road  beneath,  two  sidled  steps  away  from  snapping  teeth  enough  to  swing  outward  and  cave  an  already  tender,  sunken  skull  in  further.   smattered  in  gore  that  no  longer  drew  flinches.   couldn’t  shake  him  from  the  focus  of  a   REAL   threat.   alive  with  the  calculations  he  knew  his  own  eyes  to’ve  taken  a  shine  of.   one  that  said  he  knew  what  to  do  if  things  went  south.   knew  how  to  sleep  at  night  with  new  blood  on  his  hands.   could  still  fill  himself  without  gagging  regrets.   techniques  learned  long   before   society  toppled  and  left  them,  orphaned,  to  pick  up  what  was  left.   fumble  it  towards  a  bleak  future  he  still  staggered  towards  despite  no   honest   desire  to  meet  it.       “   ———if  you  want  to  play  ninety - nine  questions,  maybe  we  could  do  it   somewhere  else ?   ”

               @fadetogrey / fran  ———  that smol s. c. !!

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       “must you glower so loudly aegor? the dark angry cloud you carry around is putting a damper on my evening.”