#mirrorbled

[suollac-blog]

           ❝        flattery    will    get    you    nowhere,     tlipoca.        especially    with    me...    i     thought    you    would    have     caught      onto     that     by    now.    ❞ @mirrorbled      ❤ ‘ed

[sunbucn-blog]

@mirrorbled​

        Sunny stared down at his target, eyes wondering over the unconscious body before he leaned down and pulled out a flash drive from the other’s pocket. He examined it for a couple seconds before he pursed his lips and stood up, putting it quickly in his pocket before heading down the street with his hood covering him. He wasn’t used to being sent on missions alone, and this was probably the first one where he felt like he was doing something important, retrieving information that would give them the upper hand, but he was bleeding. He could feel it on his face. If anyone saw him, it would cause suspicion. He needed to blend into the back streets to get in the clear. 

[suollac-a-blog]

@mirrorbled  commented:  lorenzo having to be the guard for raphael & ppl thinkin it's the other way around aLADJKADKA he is smol

                           omg  the  smol  &  tol.

[suollac-a-blog]

rAPH IS ALMOST A WHOLE FOOT TALLER THAN LORENZO,,

                        ❝  do  you  need  a  step  stool??   ❞

@mirrorbled

[suollac-a-blog]

“ I know how that head of yours works. ”

WESTWORLD SENTENCE MEME.

                         ❝   do  you??   ❞    chaos  is  a  unpredictable  force  among  man    .  it  sways,  forces  itself  through  the  acts  of  earth  itself,  and  flows  through  the  very  choices  of  mortal  kind.    AND    YET    ,  that  does  not  mean  it  is  utterly  transparent,  oh  no.  there  are  always  predictions  of  what  could  be,  and  what  is  to  come.    —————————–    the  common  question,  though  haunting,  of  ‘  what    if  ‘  comes  to  mind,  and  is  heard  ever  more  with  the  possibilities  that  seem  to  connect  so  well.  any  man  can  do  it,  and  frighten  themselves  all  the  same  by  it  in  fear  of  what  may  come…  but,  to  raphael,    a  man  such  as  tlipoca  is  anything  but  just  any  man    .                         tlipoca…  is  so  much  like  the    w   i   n   d    .  truly  bounding  nowhere,  yet  everywhere.  so  relaxed  upon  trailing  about  at  times,  flowing  evermore  through  vales  it  sought  and  took  interest  to  give  a  sort  of  grace  to  among  his  company.  yet, there  are  those  times,  where  he  is  cutting.  to  his  hands,  so  much  like  the  destructive  forces  of  the  wind,    HE    TAKES    .  gashing  through  with  a  shove  that  would  bring  mortals  to  their  knees,  and  tremble.  a  force  that  had  all  the  capability  to  take  life,  cause  the  tallest  towers  to  fall,  and  lands  decay  with  all  the  ability  to  do  show  upon  willingness…    the    wind    has    his    connections    with    chaos    .  can  see  to  it  so  much  better  than  any  man.                          to    raphael,    tlipoca    is    not    just    any    man    .                          thick,  rough  digits  came  to  curl,  while  the  crimson  gaze  focused,  now    intently    .  let’s  see  how  well  you  do,  tlipoca,  as  there,  that  very  same  hand  that  coiled  it’s  fingers  came  to  rise.  by  the  movement  to  follow,  was  him  resting  that    tainted    palm  upon  the  side  of  the  other  man’s  neck.  and  the  touch  was…  gentle.  why… yes.  gentle.  by  god,  who  would  of  thought,  that  such  a  touch  could  be  mastered  by  a  beast  of  a  man,  by    C  H  A  O   S    .  could  this  be  the  beauty  in  destruction  that  so  many  talked  about  amongst  comfort  to  those  who  lost  to  it??  for  he  was  silent. calm.  without  any  sign  of  callous  ways,  or  intentions.  instead,  he  held  something  far  more...  whole.  peaceful.  giving.                         the  fingers  cupped  neatly  to  the  back  of  the  neck,  feeling  strands  of  locks  shroud  them  as  though  in  keep,  while  other  strands  came  to  sink  in between  the  digits.  there,  just  under  his  own  rough  pad  of  his  own  hand,    he  could  feel  the  warmth  of  flesh  consuming  his  nerves  to  feel    .  yes…  so  warm.    a  l  i  v  e    .  to  it,  there  was  the  slightest  twinge  that  traveled  from  his  own  hand,  across  his  arms,  and  there  it  stuck  him.  the  slightest  feel  of    enjoyment    of  this  touch.                         ❝   no.   ❞   the  deep  voice  rang,  however,  it’s  tone  changed.  more  low.  quiet.  the  thumb  gave  grace  of  a  swift  graze,  feeling  the  flesh  under.  the  feel  he  enjoyed.   ❝   i  don’t  think  you  do  in  the  least.   ❞

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                ‘THERE MAY BE trouble ahead.’

[smokebled]

I LOVE THE TWINS SO MUCH

THIS IS  ME. I LOV ET THE TWINS MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS LI FE !!!

[smokebled]

“did you think i forgot?”

FIVE  /  accepting.@mirrorbled​

RESPLENDENT  SMILE,  loose  &  easy  across  hidden  features  as  he  leans  forwards,  grabbing  lorenzo’s  (  *  lorenzo  !  brother  mine,  brother  always  )  hands  with  his  own.  his  smile  seems  to  grow  brighter,  blinding  in  its  intensity  as  he  whispers  :

          ❛   i  thought  you  dead,  ❜   he  says,  matter  of  fact  &  succinct.  even  without  the  visual  of  his  lips  pulled  wide  across  his  face,  there  is  enough  residual  sunlight  spilling  from  his  movements  &  voice  to  more  than  make  up  for  it.  he  has  always  worn  his  heart  ‘pon  his  sleeve.  a  lifetime  walking  hand  &  hand  with  the  shadowy  spectres  has  not  dulled  the  glitter  or  gold  of  his  life.  says  with  the  way  he  squeezes  lorenzo’s  hands  :  worry  not,  i  am  still  here.  i  still  love  you.

because  he  has  always  loved  lorenzo.  has  loved  him  as  much  as  his  bleeding  heart  is  able  (  *  the  force  of  the  entire  night  sky  !  how  the  sun  pales  in  comparison  )  because  lorenzo  is  his  other  half,  his  brother  stitched  with  glass  &  stars.  the  steady  sentinel  in  his  life  even  when  he  had   thought  the  grave  had  claimed  lorenzo.  but  alas,  there  is  a  brighter  future  now.  &  while  luis  had  been  disheartened,  he  had  never  once  allowed  his  heart  to  doubt.

ONCE  SAID  :  you  are  my  entire  heart  &  i  could  never  forget  you.  &  i  know  you  could  never  forget  me.

        ❛   i  never  lost  faith  in  you,  ❜   &  as  he  says  this,  his  voice  is  entirely  earnest  &  honest.