#nonquasime

[parasiitic-blog]

                  ’ i like your attitude.‘ 

[foxiism]

nonquasime

          ❝ Oh my god, you're adorable! ❞

                      Theo wasn't quite sure what it                       -- he? -- was, but that didn't                        deter her growing smile.

[cxptisanarchive]

nonquasime littleskywashburne unseenmockingjay

"Are you lost?" 

[gildr-archive-blog-blog]

                                thor would not comment on the other, --- its species and appearance, but rather, look of his eyes only fell down, cautious. 

                                ❝... can i be of help?❞

[lailluminate-blog]

┅ unwritten.

█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌⊰ ♥ ⊱            

          Maybe  it  was better this way. Or was it better the way it was? She could hardly           get  her  opinions  in  order anymore. With changing her hair as many times as           she did. But  could  you blame her? Running for your life tended to keep you on           edge. However, when  you  are  running  from  Victor  Maynott, those   fears  are           trippled   in   numbers. Everywhere  she  went, a  glance  was  given   over   her           shoulder, keeping  her  head down, trust  in  no one, always moving from city to           city.  Two   weeks  of  this, and  she  was  growing  t i r e d. Wondering   how  far           Victor  would  go  to  find her, or  would  he give up eventually? She couldn't take           any  chances. She  came  to  a  small  town  next, one that wasn't on the map, a           perfect  place  to  work  for the money she needs in order to continue running. A           waitressing  job, nothing  too fancy.

          It  wasn't  singing, but  it   would have to do. A another few weeks there, and she           would  be  off  again. And  she  usually  doesn't  move  around  in  the  night, but           everyone  eventually  feels  confined, and  the need to  waste  time in the proper           way. But  the rain was heavy, and  Lucille wanted to eat. That's it. Keeping to the           lit  sidewalk, raindrops  pounding  down  onto  her  umbrella. Moving along, she           could  feel  someone behind her. A stranger that was more than just a stranger,           weren't   they? Lucille  is  quick  to  look  behind, catching the lingering shadows           down  the  road, ones  who  have  been  following  her the last three blocks now.           What was she to do? Closing her umbrella, she wastes  no  time to throw it into           the trash, and enter the first building that came to be. A night club, having shown           ID, and  she  was  in. The  dancefloor  booming  with crowds, the massive room           almost  filled  to  the  brim. She  slithers  through  the  crowd, watching  the door,           hoping she lost them.

[nonquasime]

okay who tagged me in something?

[nonquasime]

did someone tag me in something?

[unreapable-blog]

❝ -- Huh. You're a better shot than I expected."