#flowrsravns

[movedto-lazaraes]

𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞          𝐚          𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐫          ,          𝐧𝐨𝐭          𝐚          𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫          .

THERE          IS          A          SWITCHBLADE          IN          HER          POCKET          .               pink          &&          wickedly          sharp          .               both          contradiction          &&          metaphor          for          the          girl          who          holds          it          .               (               both          incapable          of          opening          up          without          bringing          forth          injury          .               sliced          fingers          /          slashed          hearts          .               )               if          it          were          anyone          else          ,          blue          sargent          thinks          response          would          be          just          as          cutthroat          .               just          as          dangerous          .               KNIFE          FOR          A          TONGUE          .               but          .               this          is          not          one          of          the          mean          ,          vapid          girls          at          school          ,          nor          an          aglionby          boy          sitting          in          a          vinyl          booth          &&          thinking          it's          a          good          idea          to          insult          the          person          bringing          his          food          while          trying          to          act          like          he's          not          looking          at          the          shape          of          her          legs          or          her          chest          &&          failing          .               this          is          not          even          ronan          ,          who          brings          out          both          the          best          &&          the          worst          of          her          ,          egging          her          on          &&          surprisingly          prepared          to          catch          her          should          she          fall          .               THIS          IS          HIS          MOTHER          .               &&          so          she          sands          her          edges          down          .               ❛                                   i'm          a          little          of          both          ,          really          .               they          both          come          in          handy          at          different          times          .               ❜              @flowrsravns

[lovedoubted]

send me a meme // @flowrsravns  said:‘ aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant! ’

jade’s face remains blank as she wraps her hand around the snack, before throwing it on the ground. hard. “oh, boo hoo!”

[dxviilish]

“I think I’m just going to stay here all day.” flowrsravns

let’s sin // accepting // @flowrsravns

knuckles brush against her cheek, soft as a feather. if anyone could see him now, his head resting on a pillow, adoring eyes gazing at her like he’s trying to memorize her. all of eternity, every miserable second in hell, it feels worth it as long as he gets to hold her for just a little longer. in this bed he doesn’t feel the weight of his throne as heavily. “my darling, your desire is my command. —  you stay right there and i’ll make us breakfast. you fancy an omelette?”

[lokkur-blog]

“I haven’t seen you in hours. Where were you hiding?” from flowrsravns uwu

loki is an odd creature ╱    @flowrsravns  !

he never answers when she asks where he’s been off to, not verbally. instead, he smiles as he draws further into her chambers, arms tucked behind his back like a GENTLEMAN. she was a guest, after all, and he did still have a certain facade to maintain. when he is close enough that he can feel the warmth emanating off of her, he finally stops, looks down at her. and from behind his back he produces a lovely bunch of enchanted water lilies, glowing a variety of blues and GOLDS, like the stars in the night sky. “ perhaps one day i shall take you there. but for now---- this will have to suffice as an answer to your question. “

his brows raise at the somewhat plain flowers placed in HIS vase on her vanity. anger shoots through him, sharp as a knife, but it never shows on his face, perhaps only in the glint of his eyes. “ who placed those? a handmaiden? “ THOR? he swallows any accusation down. she wasn’t HIS, after all. if thor brought her flowers---- however average they were---- it was not his place to QUESTION them.

still, mischief is entwined too deeply in his nature to avoid teasing her, drawing her chin between his fingers, tilting her face so her eyes could meet HIS. “ i believe i told you that i would not allow such a transgression again. “ he grins, but lets her go, places some distance between himself, and HERSELF. “ where shall i place these my lady? that is---- if you’ll have them? “