#imyourpromdate

[protectoroflegends]

@imyourpromdate

“Dante, I’ve missed you. Please give me a call when you get this. I’d like to see you again.”

[protectoroflegends]

@imyourpromdate

[text]: Are you free? I’d like to see you within the next day or so.  How about dinner?  It’ll be on me.

[exileddarkknight]

Dad why you lurking like a Creep~ //I just checked my tagged posts and saw that and I love it~

I am not lurking like a…. like a creep… I’m lurking like… a… hm… *trails off to think of a better word.* //hahah, I’m glad~

[thedevilinblue]

“I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just…really tired.”

“Tired, you say.”

This caused the cambion to grow quiet, pondering over what exactly to say before he simply sighed, speaking once more.

“Sometimes....sometimes that is all that need be wrong, or just the simple core root of it all. Though I suppose at this point, it simply leaves to question what kind of tired you would refer to. In my experience...there are many types of fatigue that plague one.”

[exileddarkknight]

*lurks in the shadows and watches son like a creep.*

[thunderbirdofwar]

🛀

Put 🛀 in my ask for my muses reaction to yours walking in on mine in the bath.

Trish heard the door slam open before lightly looking over. “Boy, your rough around the edges to just walk in like that.”, she says as she did not really hie her form. She looked human on the outside and that what kept her alive. “Mine leaving or do you need me to help you with something?”, she asks 

[thunderbirdofwar]

“What’s wrong with me?”

“You are asking the wrong chick for that answer.”, she replies as she crossed her arm slightly.