Oct 8, 2014
monsterofinvidia replied to your post:[I think this icon: Is my new fave because he...
[also like he has no eyebrows]
[I KNOW HE HAS SUCH TINY ALMOST NONEXISTENT EYEBROWS]
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monsterofinvidia replied to your post:[I think this icon: Is my new fave because he...
[also like he has no eyebrows]
[I KNOW HE HAS SUCH TINY ALMOST NONEXISTENT EYEBROWS]
monsterofinvidia replied to your post:(Envy secretely wants to join to the Nest but he is too fabulous for ask for it lmao)
[please if he would want to ruin it, he would sit on it.]
[LMAO HE'D GO MONSTER!ENVY AND CRUSH THE WHOLE THING AND WHILE EVERYONE'S PANICKING GREED'S LIKE "GOD-FUCKING-DAMMIT ENVY"]
monsterofinvidia replied to your post:"Hm. I might have to steal a horse."
What IS it with that horse…
"It's an animal made out of a priceless gemstone. What kind of Avarice would I be if I didn't want that?"
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It had been months since the Promised Day, and their chaotic country and was finally beginning to pull itself back together until Grumman's lead. Still a few things wriggled in the back of the Major General's mind, and such things only allowed for sporadic and shallow sleeping spells lasting a few hours at the most, her mind flooding with night terrors that caused the woman to wake up in a cold sweat.
Olivier Mira Armstrong was never a scared woman, and using such an adjective to describe her would have the speaker find a sword in their gut. And yet, these night terrors the Major General were shockingly synonymous to such an emotion. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Olivier found herself striding through one of the many halls of Briggs; cold, dark, and heartless. She felt perfectly at home in such a foreboding place. She paused though, the sound of movement from behind catching her attention, silence following immediately thereafter.
"Who's there?" She questioned, hands going to the hilt of the blade on her hip, "Show yourself you coward." She spat her words like venom, turning on her heel, blade stabbing into pale flesh as a sound of pain leaves her attacker.