#nightscaped

[muonset-blog]

                    “   no, that’s not the word that i’m thinking about... it’s a little softer than  NEED  but a little more urgent than want, if that makes any sense??  ugh, i should’ve gone to america to study- um, do you know vietnamese? or chinese, maybe?   ”

//   @nightscaped      ❤ ‘d     for a starter !!  

[traumeriin]

@nightscaped liked for a starter. 

    “Do you have a favorite flower?” She asks, not looking up from her notebook. Rosemary has been sketching various plants for the past hour and will gladly take any requests or suggestions he may have.  

[fujxnarchive]

   THE STEEL OF her foots find the dirt of the ground as she pulls off of her motorcycle, firmly && without hesitation---there is a question in her gaze as it flicks to his own, an obvious pause for an explanation. She is altogether too familiar with his strain of recklessness, having learned it from her own brothers in arms, that stubborn unwillingness to occasionally not request backup.

   So, then why was she here?

   “Called?”

⇢ ❝ and I don't really care if you ain't done wrong, what’s up danger? / sc. / @nightscaped.

[sunny-explosions]

@nightscaped

“No, don’t! You can’t do that!” She hissed, instinctively reaching out to try to keep Kael from walking right into danger. They hadn’t been found quite yet, but it wasn’t hard to tell that their presence had been noticed, and one wrong step could lead to being quickly overwhelmed. Whether that meant being detained or even killed, though, had yet to be determined, and she did not want Kael to be the one to find out firsthand.

“We’re really outnumbered out there! So we either have to be really careful, or...find another way around where they won’t see us.”

[magicksforce-a]

❛    yoouuu knoow,   ❜

SHE ROCKS BACK ON HEELS WITHIN BROWN BOOTS,    head turning sideways to gaze down a moderately empty side street from their little spot away from open sightseeing territory is made in effort to hide the smile that's slowly overtaking her features.  it's hard to sound so   SISTERLY   in false scolding she loves to so freely hand out if she cannot play the part in turn through physical representation ------  it much looks like a dog here.  in this world:  the young smaller version of such a silvery white pup that will, in time, grow into the largely fierce figure known as fenrir.  mirages are a wonder this way she finds and admires.  it truly looks no different than that of a normal dog here  ( but still there is that air about it that isn’t common to a simple canine )  !  appearances of her prism dwelling friends seem to change to fit each different universe she travels to.  the critter seems to be enjoying the attention put on it anyway regardless of how it presents itself.

❛    just because you can touch it doesn't mean you should. i know it's really tempting and all, i mean, look at all that wild fur.   ❜  

 // @nightscaped .  ♡ .

[everfaeth]

 *☆   // @nightscaped

                “      DOES  IT  HURT ?     ”      it  was  not  a  tone  of  CONCERN   ,    but  rather   ----    BOYISH  CURIOSITY  ,   matching  his  impish  mien.     he  hovers  closer  still   ,    finally  settling  upon  an  extended  oak  directly  above  the  other  ;    how  odd  ,   indeed.     from  what  land  or  region  did  this  being  emerge  from  anyway  ----   past  his  own  bunch’s  detection ?      “     you  appear  much  different  from  others  i've   seen.    are  you  lost ?     ”

[ofbesaid-a]

          ❛ you look like you’ve had a tough day.                  the fiends get you down? ❜

---- @nightscaped, a hero, wishes to banter

[aetla]

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