#lovehonoured

[itssheriffstilinski]

@lovehonoured​

             Noah slips into the seat beside the beauty, ordering “the usual, Tom” before turning his full attention to the woman sitting beside him.

                             “Hey there, gorgeous.”

[arsephe]

❛  People have told me I don’t look the same .  ❜ RANDOM SENTENCE STARTER // still accepting // @lovehonoured​

[arsephe]

❛ Did it really happen if I can’t remember it ?  ❜ RANDOM SENTENCE STARTER // still accepting // @lovehonoured​

[nowat-shesdaylight]

[ rose petals ]  to throw a handful of rose petals over my muse.

it was typical of her to lose track of time while she’s painting, sat in her gallery with her focus on nothing but the piece she was working on.   her head focused on nothing else but her imagination,  telling her where the paintbrush should go next.   which color to use,  where to blend.    tuning out anything and everything surrounding her - which could be more disastrous than productive,  which was how she liked to see it.    rapunzel was lost in thought, again, having bit down on her lip as she was in the zone that she didn’t hear the door to the gallery creak open and the footsteps that came after;    what she did notice, though, were the handful of petals that seemed to fly over her line of vision and all around her,  nearly landing on the canvas.   a breath released from rapunzel as she turned around but she wasn’t angry.   she was laughing.    “have i unintentionally ignored every other possible way to get my attention that this was your last resort?” she teased with another giggle.    “wherever did you find all of these petals?”

valentine’s day interactions / @lovehonoured​ ( accepting )

[swanode]

@lovehonoured​ likes for a lyric starter!

“Maybe I can do this on my own.”

Voldemort - With Confidence

[amecthist]

𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐻𝐸𝐼𝐴 & 𝐶𝐴𝑅𝑀𝐸𝐿𝐴.

“ ━━ OH, CUT THE CRAP  !!” voice was shrill and shaken from the newest insight; her brain quick to process at what happened  ( or at least what she thought happened ). carmela walked around restless and eyed the woman. “the bus should have hit me. it was far too late to rescue me. so, what is this ? where is everyone ?” loud breaths left her body as she touched her forehead. was she having a fever, a stroke ? perhaps she has been gone mad due to her daily dose of caffeine. “you’re aren’t just the woman i’ve been talking to in the coffee shop for weeks, are you ?! you ... are you my angel, ... death even ??”

[goldbuiltmoved]

@lovehonoured​  said  :   “Don’t move, you’re bleeding!”

𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐂    taste      of      blood      as      it      coats      his      tongue      ,      though      it      takes      him      a      moment      to      fully      make      sense      of      what’s      just      happened.      hand      is      around      the      dagger’s      handle      though      not      touching      it      as      he     glances      down      at      where      his      shirt      sticks      to      skin      ,      slowly       becoming     drenched      in      blood.     “      i      ––––     "      cuts      himself      short      when      blood      stops      him      from      speaking      as      he      coughs      it      up      .         “      i      think      someone      stabbed      me,     “              eyes      are      wide      as      he      slowly      turns      around      ,      dropping      to      his      knees      as       if       in       slow       motion     and      glancing      up      at      the      other      .         “      i      think      i      need      help.     “

[spymade-a]

❝ violence for violence is the rule of beasts. ❞  @lovehonoured​

her  words  seemed  to  carry  something  heavy  within  them,  something  he  thought  he  might  be  able  to  understand.  nodding  in  agreement,  gaze  drifting  from  her  face  to  his  hands.  “  i  agree.  violence  without  justice  is  a  cruelty  this  world  does  not  need  more  of.  ”  though  his  line  of  work  required  a  certain  amount  of  violence,  it  was  never  for  nothing.  there  was  always  a  reason,  a  purpose.