#gearscripted

[seiika-blog1]

@gearscripted

          ❝Do you think if I hold my breath like Anise, everyone else will finally decide that it’s time to take a break?❞ It’d been an hour that they’d been on the move, surely the Oracle Knights will have given up or be too far behind by then.

          ❝It’s not like we’re anywhere near St. Binah yet anyway...❞

[ofspark]

               It is a BUSTLING city, each passerby           taking to their own DEVICES. && though           there be the MINOR, lingering gaze that           finds her, she is of STEEL. Unfazed by           mere judgement or PARANOIA. To which           unmoved warrior finds herself within a plaza.           Stores galore, ROUTINE spread across           each simper. Whispers of the glorious &&           BRIGHT ‘Grand Chokmah’. A WONDER it           is, though. Ivories && blues, all coinciding           in a GRACIOUS display of architectural           splendor. Even she, as each stride carries           her across NEATLY positioned stones,           cannot deny the beauteous display that           unfolds at each WILLFUL motion of wayward whim. 

[keeneyed-a-blog]

          ❝          THAT’S NOT the right way to climb a tree.          ❞

@gearscripted.

[astrxlarcher-blog]

Days continue to pass the blonde woman as she stood behind a counter cleaning the cups as she hummed to herself. Natalia had stopped counting how many years she spent on this land when her home was the beautiful skies above her. Faces old and new had came to her little cafe tucked away, hidden, unseen for many years. All of this happen because she had question her father about his plans and thus he ripped her wings and her grace and plopped her down on the ground that her father had created.

Despite being on this land despite being a fallen angel, she could never age or get ill, but the only power she had left was three miracles she could do. Her father explain everything to her about how she could regain her powers and join her family back at home, though there was a chance that she could fail by not using her powers for selfish reason and that was death.

Fearing the unknown about her fate after she uses all three miracles was truly frightening, so she made it her goal to never use the three miracles so she could continue to live. A sigh escape her lips as she finished cleaning the last cup before setting it’s place among the other clean cups.

Her short blonde hair was tucked behind her hair so it wouldn’t get in her way whenever she was making coffee or tea for her customer. A black apron that covers up the nice blouse she was wearing. Dark pair of denim jeans finished up her outfit that she wore, unaware of how much her life was going to turn upside down though one thing she was unaware of is how much today as going to impact her.