#paridaemon

[saliida-blog]

THEYRE PARANOID DONT BREAK AND ENTER OR YOU MIGHT GET HIT..............im sorry

[saliida-blog]

paridaemon replied to your post:anyway if you can keep your replies concise and...

and all this time i thought i did it because im extremely lazy. u can have my power if u want it.

i’ll take it if you take my inability to Tone It Down A Notch, Son

[sickxride-blog]

@paridaemon (x)

"-- ... 'm sorry."

Paul’s expression contorts -- he fusses over his own arm, rubbing at a bony shoulder. 

“You did that on purpose, asshole!”

[sickxride-blog]

HITS W/ WING

“--I will cut this thing off, call a taxidermist, and put it on my wall.”

[sickxride-blog]

@paridaemon

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH

[supcrbia-blog]

Percy, I know I don't talk to you as much as I should. I know I'm quiet. I know that I'm not nearly as communicative as I should be. I know that this is a shitty note. I'm bad at these. I just wanted to let you know that I love you, that I'm sorry, and that you deserve so much better than what I've been giving you lately. I have never been in love with anyone before you. You're the first person I've ever felt so strongly for. I don't want to lose you. You're everything to me. I'm so sorry.

not-so-anonymous love letters

   The letter is handled gently and carefully, like it could crumble in his fingers if he holds it any other way. The writing is hurried and yet delicate. The words are more bittersweet than anything, and he strongly sympathizes with them. The notion that Oliver has never loved anyone before him is hard to believe, but he has to take his word for it. Percy can’t find it in himself to stay upset  – in fact, he stopped being upset a lot time ago. He hasn’t seen Oliver in an age, it seems, though it hasn’t even been a week since he walked out.

   Percy brings to letter to his lips and holds it there. A tear streaks down his face.

   “—Please just come home…”

[supcrbia-blog]

Percy, I know I am the last person you want to hear from right now, but believe me when I say this: I love you. I miss you terribly. I am more than willing to try again if you'll give me another chance. You don't have to go through with this sham engagement of yours. You don't have to go through my son to get at me. You have my full, undivided attention now. You can't say that sleeping together was a fluke. We have a history together. I love you and I fully intend to act on it, thoroughly.

not-so-anonymous love letters

   The more time he spends reading it, the more angry he feels, fingers tightening on the edges of the stationary. Aside from the obvious, Percy would recognize Kristoff’s handwriting anywhere. He knows just how to tug at his heartstrings, how to render him weak in the knees. Undeniably, his brain swims with the memory of what they used to have so long ago, before Oliver even flickered into existence. But Percy knows he has to let go of the past; there’s nothing for him there. Everything is with Oliver. His future is with Oliver. That’s where he intends to go.

   Before he can change his mind, he drops the note into the paper shredder.

[wintermae]

Like Calls to Like

paridaemon started following you

It was a lull between rushes and Theory was all but empty save for her and Arthur. She sat down at one of the tables near the front and sipped at the chai she’d made herself when the chime above the door sounded out. 

“I’ll be with you in--” Mae broke off and stared outright, a small look of confusion settling onto her features. “--In a sec.” The man’s energy was very, very familiar. He was a Nephil. Like her. This...This ‘s new.