#fjetret

[danishfineapple]

"I think our daughter wants to go on a walk," he said. Through the kitchen window, their ball of energy could be seen bouncing at the edge of the path. "Why don't you take her? I have to finish inventory for the shop."

Mathias gave his love a playful frown and stuck his lower lip out in a pout. “But we’ll be all by our lonesome. We’ll miss you.”

[spendingspringfestival-blog]

You there! Help me with this!! [He’s yanking a mattress (tied to some empty corked champagne bottles) up a flight of stairs] 

I don’t regret drinking this much last night anymore.

@fjetret

[r-usalki-blog]

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Natalya’s gaze fell to the shot glass the bartender had just placed in front of her. For a reason she couldn’t tell, it felt right to stare at it intently until, perhaps, it disappears before her like magic. Unfortunately, there is no magic known to humankind that is capable of doing so.

So in a swift, chugging motion, she downed the vodka in one gulp. It shocked the woman sitting beside her but nonetheless, Natalya ignored her. She’s not sure about the man to her right though. Like what she did to the woman, she ignored him. Until she accidentally knocked over his drink, that is.

“...my apologies.” A pause. “I’ll pay for it.”

[randainuovakar-blog]

There was something off about how the woman was walking. It was more akin to sneaking, she gave off an air that she didn't want to be found. And Lukas had a sneaking suspicion as to why. Deciding to test his suspicion, he called after her. "Excuse me! May I see your ticket, ma'am?"

Her shoulders twitched lightly with alarm; Tasya froze dead in her tracks.

From where she was, she had been glancing around the corner of the corridor - making sure no one was coming, learning the pathways, the schedules of the attendees. If she could just find her way around, maybe she could sneak without getting caught-- so much for that plan.

“I-” Shit. Shit, shit, shit! Tasya whirled around, the braid on her shoulder whipping to the other side. Her eyes, frantic with alarm, locked onto the man who had called out to her. However, rather than sputtering any further, she smiled. “It isn’t on me at the moment. It’s in my cabin.”

[soleadosonrisa]

"How did you propose to Lovino?"

Turning his head slightly, he looked over his shoulder, eyeing Lukas with a curious look before turning completely as to give him his full attention. An odd question, he s’posed. Not one he ever expected his friend to ask him; was there some purpose to it? He wasn’t sure, at least, he didn’t want to assume.

“I proposed to him on his birthday.” A truthful answer, and one he was quite proud of, in fact. He was able to secure a beautiful future with him. “Ah--well, I asked him on new years eve, but I proposed again and officially on his birthday.” His lashes fluttered, and he cocked his head to the side. “Why?”

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[talesofalifeatsea]

“I should’ve brought more bullets.”

“Ngh!” He ducked behind a box and nursed his wounded arm. “Y-you tell me that…now?!” Shit. He’d have to slide Lukas extra ammunition; there was no way he could shoot properly with this injury.