#moriose

[sarcaesm]

               stiles is normally extraordinarily patient with her.         has the blatant and obvious understanding that malia literally was not a human being for the better portion of her life,      so she processes things slower than the normal stranger that you’d pass on the sidewalk.         but she had spent a week straight sleeping with him in his bed,      then abandoned him at night for the last three days to sleep in her own bed for reasons completely unbeknownst to him.         he’d gotten accustomed to being the little spoon,      having the security of her arms around him,      just for it to have it taken away?         (   cruel world!   )         he’s been sleeping like shit,      and he’s freakin’ tired.         definitely not in the right state of mind to tutor math,      especially when it feels like @moriose​ isn’t even listening.            ❝      malia,      come on.         you know this stuff,      you knew it last week.         it’s like you’re not even trying.      ❞            tone comes out more pointed than intended,      flinching at the shortness of his own words.            ❝      sorry,      not trying to be a dick.         can we just at least try to concentrate?      ❞

closed starter      /      accepting!

[byevidya]

‘  love  speaks  in  flowers.  truth  requires  thorns.  ’               @moriose​

THE MORNING WAS YOUNG   and the birds had just finished their harmonious ballad.   besides the stray chirp from a lost sparrow,  the gardens had fallen into   a calming lull.   she had taken to tending to the flower bush at daybreak,  anticipating a long,  but quiet,  day of trimming overgrown branches.   out of the corner of her eye,  she catches a glimpse of the shadow that stood out among lush greens and deep emeralds.   she was no stranger to   the woman made myth,   but hadn’t expected to find her in daiyu’s company so soon.   vidya had heard the rumours of her spread like wildfire through the marketplace of the small town.   tales of horror had always trailed close behind her wherever the woman travelled.   like a ghost she brought on hauntings   and vidya had no intension of parsing out the fact from fiction.   like all other matters on earth,  vidya would turn a blind eye and present her with nothing but the hospitable smile she had grown so accustomed to.   ❝   then what is one to say about a rose ?   ❞

she thread her careful fingers around a stem,  and picked the flower from its home.   it’s thorns pressed shallow grooves into the pads of her fingers and she twirled it carefully between her thumb and pointer finger.   ❝   a symbol of love itself,   but as dangerous as the truth can be.   ❞   she stood up and brushed the dirt off her knees with a smile.   eyes alert despite her outwardly friendly demeanour.   vidya absentmindedly ran the blade of her clippers along the stem of the rose,  removing the jagged thorns as she spoke.   ❝   now what do I owe   the pleasure   of this early visit ?   do you drink tea,  chai ?   i was about to make some for myself.   ❞

[egocrsh]

BLAIR AND BOWSER IM GOING FEral

as you should bestie

[guttersniper]

@moriose​

“ cut it out. “ his tone brooks no room for argument, but it isn’t as harshly spoken as it could be. yet. it isn’t often he gives people a warning. 

[hawkyed-arc]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOML !!!!! SENDING U SM LOVE

ACTUALLY SOBBING. ILUSM THANK YOU !!!!!