#leksakom01.

[senstar-blog1]

it’s an imperceptible stutter in his sentence,  a flicker in the corner of his eye as but one of the crowd’s members is transported onto elevated stage.          he thinks little of it through his speech     —     frankly,  too overwhelmed by emotion to really pay heed to his newfound abilities     —     and it’s only afterward,  when the confetti has burst and the masses have begun to cheer that he visits her.

he’s disoriented from a minute,  still able to see himself up on the stage above,  except now he’s down here,  amidst the rainbow-clad horde with her.          he has to shout to be heard,  blaring music and the sing-alongs of thousands drowning him out otherwise.          ❛          you’re like me   !          ❜

@leksakom   !     ♡

[wclfgng-blog]

☼     ✲      ||   :       @leksakom       ||      liked.

       ❛    have you never seen this show before ?    ❜    over the low rumble-buzz of a bar ,  a nod to the other’s  (  apparent  ) fixation on the lifted television   -----------   a killer’s guilty pleasure ,  singing competitions !  how lovely are the rise  &&   falls of an alto’s soft vibrato , the eager anticipation of a win or failure.          ❛    damn bartender never turns it up.    ❜

[kynslod-blog]

@leksakom. starter call.

         ‘ that sounded almost like an order. ’ shoulders set, brows perked-- that sounds almost like a challenge. perhaps hákon is simply in that kind of mood. he often is. ‘ i only answer to one person. you’re not her. ’