seen from Malaysia
seen from Bangladesh
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Maldives
seen from China
seen from Maldives
seen from Germany
seen from Estonia
seen from Nepal
seen from Australia
seen from Australia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Spain
no, fear did not strike in her heart. tightened were the fists that held at her sides, frustration creeping through weblike veins. digits that had tugged at the man’s sleeve became reddened in her anger ; tiny azure eyes could not piece together maps, signs that towered above her had helped none, and ire had begun to build ( as no one seemed to be LISTENING. ) ‘ excuse me, sir. i’m lost. ‘
@offdemon
@offdemon you can’t spell ‘damon’ without ‘o’ and ‘damn’.
@offdemon
footfalls stride across the long grass, blades parted with the automobile dipping into the ditch. his quick strides, part-jog is fueled with haste but solidified with calm. he knows this is URGENT & manages to stabilize the fears that often wavered to & fro like a goddamn AIRDANCER.
he’s just hanging onto hope he arrives on time.
❛ are ya okay? ( he barely waits, a hand pressed onto the crushed metal frame of the door. ) hang in there, help’s already on its way.
but it doesn’t mean he can’t sit back as if his hands went limp. he tries to pry the already ajar door further open, hears it creak, then yanks it out. a hand reaches into the automobile for him to grab hold of.
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folded arms prop on the counter’s edge. weight of his head tips to the side as though mind’s reflections of the past manifested into physical weight. he isn’t sure what to say at first, just allow his eyes free rein to wander, indulge himself into the little changes he noticed around the diner.
❛ sssh-- shuh--s-should add some-some.. flowers.
@offdemon
❛ i have a solution for that: you have to lick it off. ❜
@offdemon * !!
For some reason, Margo found herself in the diner a lot. She somewhat enjoyed the company of the scrawny little busy boy with the weird vibe. Either way, she was lazily slung over the counter, seated on one of the many red stools. She twisted and turned, an annoying squeak coming from the old metal. The curly-haired girl props herself up on her elbow, a small grin curving her chapped lips. There's a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she looks at Damon, then slaps her hand on the counter and slides it down.
"missed a spot," She teased, pointing to the smudge she left on the surface. Oops.
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“please,” he scoffs, a hand wafting the adolescent-looking boy away. “you aren’t who i’m speaking to,” eyes narrow, gaze piercing all the more as he leans himself a little closer to those brown eyes,
“i know you’re there.”
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“hmm, what do you recommend?” he sets down his menu to look up at the individual manning the bar-side of the diner. it’d be odd to label him as man, despite the skin he wears.
