#fyriian

[mister---death]

✞   that beating heart would sure look nice…                                                                           you know….

                                                                   n o t   b e a t i n g.

                         wouldn’t you agree…

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fyriian

frigidism

☠☠   'do you know where the closest shoe store is? i need some fuckin' stat'

[lagentia-blog]

fyriian

    "Ohyourgosh, you're adorable! "

[diiscordaremoved]

fyriian

                         " you should proceed with caution                                     when approaching a d r a g o n, little one. " 

              the beast rumbles, massive tail sweeping along the snowy forest floor.               But, despite her words, Adrastia does chuckle, nudging past Halen with               caution as to not crush her.                                      " Or any creature, for that matter. Your fire cannot always                                          protect you against something like I. Not yet, at least. " 

[despotiiing]

fyriian liked this

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          "--------I assume you're hungry?"

[traumeriinarchive]

fyriian liked this for a starter.

(☾☆) — ❝Why so glum Halen? You outta turn that frown upside down.❞

[fatalxfemme-blog]

             {fyriian}

         "I grabbed all the free stuff I could. It's mostly bread, biscuits and some pastries. And a whole lot of Red Bull. They were just giving this stuff away." The brunette set the food down. "So...um, have at it."

[partheniadarchive]

fyriian

         "Hello, little cherub! Are you lost?"

[diiscordaremoved]

fyriian

             this girl smells of smoke & ash, fire & heat.                      Her soul radiated a light known to none other                      than that of a FIRESTARTER. If it were not for                      these striking qualities, Adrastia would've never                       approached her, really...but it is hard to ignore                      one who's blood flows with fire, especially when                      your very being was made up of it. Eyes narrow                      curiously at the small teen, hands folded over                      one another. She cared not what the girl would                      think of her. The Dragon just wants to inspect. 

                                     " hi los goraan mal yol. "