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send me a ♬ and a number between 1-10 and i’ll put my itunes on shuffle and skip to that number and write a starter with my favorite lyric from that song.
@masiahs
{ ☩ }—; ❝ Ciao, amore. Salvatore can wait, now it’s time to eat soft ice cream. ❞
" hold the fuck up !!! me, im the fuck up, hold me nero !!!! ", says she as she almost throttles the hunter down to the ground.
HE’S A LITTLE LATE ON MAKING HIS TRY AT A RECOIL. And she does her very best in attempt to scamper up his form, his form towering next to her own. Arms thrown across his neck and lock in place; the girl hanging onto him, ( like she’s some kind’ve part - squirrel ), making him bend in level to her gravity. ❝ What the hell, Neriah. ❞ She’ll never gonna get it on his personal space here, is she? Sure, he’ll relent, whatever. He takes a sigh through mouth and nose; heavy scoff by near end to accentuation of pained vexation. Eyes close in slow blink, and derision seeps in deep and takes previous expression’s place.
❝ Fine, you want up? — I’ll get you up. ❞ Clattering mechanics of the devil breaker is heard, reaching to her to hoist the girl skywards and over his shoulder. Feigns to stifle, to struggle in the act itself; wobbles on the soles of his boots, nearly tossing both him and her over before he regains composure.
❝ — Actually, ❞ he says in pretend hiss of air through mock grin between gritted teeth, ❝ guess this fuck up might be too much for me to handle. ❞ Who would’ve guessed it?
❛ The careless tend to go missing around this area . ❜ 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 . Golden guard of weapon glints in low lights of the city , SILVER CROWN INCLINING WITH PALE GAZE WATCHING . She is unnatural , & he would be the greater fool to underestimate her ( THOUGH HIS TONE FAILS TO DENOTE THAT ) .
❛ ------------- GO HOME . ❜
@masiahs ( SC. )
picks up hawke from the fade like its a drive thru : )
places a rose crown atop his head <:3c
“M’Lady.” Eyes glitter in earnest in the wake of her surprise, and his playful gesture ; tipping his ‘hat’ in a gentleman’s fashion. “I’ve come unprepared, as I have no gift for you, but⎯⎯⎯”
Pardon him, leaving her mid sentence to fetch a thought. Motioned her to remain, he did, before he left and returned. A rose he nicked from the garden nestling behind her ear. “There we go. Now we coordinate. We will, miss, be the most dashing couple in town.”
And he would offer her his arm, awaiting a afternoon stroll.
🌿 :3c
CHRISTMAS / WINTER THEMED MEME. II not accepting II ▲ @masiahs
🌿 / our muses catch themselves under a mistletoe .
He looked up at the mistletoe above them only to shift his attention back to her a second after. He knew what humans did on such occasion, there was a kiss involved, but that was not an option for him (nor did he have the liberty to simply kiss someone, he would have to ask for permission first), he hadn’t been programmed for that. – He had the option to simply ignore it, after all, it wasn’t necessarily a mandatory thing that one had to kiss the other person when they both found themselves under the mistletoe.
The silence between the two kept getting longer and he had the sensation that she was expecting him to say something or do something. “I think you’re pretty.” A compliment, that was as good as a kiss, wasn’t it? “A bit unusual as well, but likable.”
oooh neriah in E-T
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“signorina, i am not typically a day person, so may i just ask you--what are we doing out here?” odd eyes are peering from behind sunglasses. it’s his mother’s side that has him shying from the sunlight. his half-breed existence sends a pang of fear through him when the sun isn’t obscured, however untrue the rumors are.
still, papa remembers hiding behind his mother’s robes, tucked away after his brother attempted to frighten him with the notion they could all be... crispy critters. even so, the sun beats down, and he’s all too aware of growing fatigue.
“there better be a cappuccino in this for me--i’m not buying.”
