#razensky

[dustybyrd]

@razensky || (x)

“You’re not exactly easy to forget, Vic,” Dusty said, finishing his own food and pointing the fork at him. “And I’d say that even if I didn’t have the ability I did.”

He got up and went to clear the plates, glancing towards Victor. He honestly wasn’t sure about the change to all the black, but wasn’t like he was going to comment on it. 

“But you’re welcome. Not like I mind cookin’.”

[1000liveslived-a]

that moment the XD~ emoji spurs an idea and you create an entire fucking au out of it

[youarenolcdy-blog]

[ @razensky || sc ]

❝You seem like a no-nonsense kind of guy.   What do you think of all of this NOISE?❞

[feewitched-a]

@razensky → starter call  ♥

      "You weren't watching. You missed the best part!"

[thepinkcarnegie-archive-blog]

Razensky started following

@razensky

“So, what are you doing here, my dear?”

[plaguedmorte-blog]

friendship is rare..... 

@razensky

[razensky]

                                                               And here's to the fools who dream 

                                                      Crazy as they may seem. 

                             Here's to the hearts that break. 

         Here's to the mess we make.

                                                                                               Razensky Brothers

                                                          Ind||Sel||Mature

                                                          Victor || Anton 

[1000liveslived-aa]

@razensky

“Or what?”

Victor shook his head, tossing the silver lighter from one hand to another as he kept approaching the woman, feeding off the fear in her aura with a smirk across his lips. “You make one more attempt to run, I will burn you alive, dear.” The lighter flipped open, exposing the dancing fire as he finally halted in one spot.

“And then use your ashes as sugar in my tea.”

Emma stood where she was, very aware that her options for escape were slim to none... and the only way she would have been able to successfully make it out, is if she had managed to outrun him. It didn’t matter how fast she was, when the person you were running from was as tall as him, he could eat up more distance with each stride than she could. Her eyes narrowed as she took a slow step back, only stopping when he himself stopped. 

Her muscles practically trembled with adrenaline, every limb taught with anticipation of what was to come. She wasn’t going to cry... she wasn’t going to beg for her life, and she sure as hell wasn’t going to let him do a damn thing without making sure she fought till the bitter end. 

“Mmmm.... you like your tea to taste good and smokey then, hm? Odd... I took you to have a sweet tooth,” she drawled the words, options of what she could do racing through her mind... she had to get the fuck out of here...