#pcrtly

[insumoira]

“Professor? Can I speak with you?” She adjusted her bag on her shoulder and shuffled her feet, keeping her eyes cast downward, the dark circles contrasting the brilliant crystal hues.

“I…wanted to apologize for falling asleep in your class. I haven’t…I haven’t been sleeping well the past few weeks.”

[horologiumopus-blog]

hoO BOY SEB HOW DO I START?? you already know how much i love you & your portrayal of oz, but i'm gonna tell you again: you are w o n d e r f u l. your writing is so elegant & well-structured & i never tire of reading your content. you give us a better view into oz's mind & capture every side to him, portraying him as more than just some wise & cryptic man, as a man who has seen evil, who has lived it & created it. just?? don't stop doing what you do, because you do it beautifully <333 !!!

           ( ;^))) you can’t get rid of me that easily believe it or not. Oz and all of his vines and thorns are here to stay. )

[hangiings-blog]

@pcrtly answered.

Slightly more forgiving than he originally presumed. Of course, that was the nature of huntsmen, no? Undeniably foolish, but he was not going to ruin this small bit of luck for the first time in quite a while. After a small and basically unnoticeable roll of green eyes a scowl even deeper than usual settled on pale and blood spotted skin  — whether the blood was his own or someone else’s was unknown, even to his own mind.

“Say, now that we’ve got that settled,” a small pause was accompanied by a fake smile, “mind telling me what all I MISSED?”