try + loke
meme / accepts.
Legs so restless, bringing the feet to move to a quiet beat heard by the great hearing the tufts of fluffy ears in a match to the orange hair itself. Lyra, of course. That way the harp would be played wouldn’t be in any other way, then the way The Lyre is playing it. A calmness filled the senses, only a flick by the feline’s ears moved to the soften melody until a tiny bell jingled. Lips pulled a wide sneer, hands in a pulled position while the shades blocked out the mirth of gleam in those hazel eyes. Such a spark would only mean … The light flashing, before the beautiful harmony faded in the darkness behind him, as feet touched the earthy ground and he landed with ease. Blonde tresses by the woman near his side and Leo grinned.
❛ You called, princess ?














