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VERY INTENTIONAL NUDES //
[ sms :: sent :: royal ] ; looking good , fella.
[ sms :: sent :: royal ] ; you been working out ??
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VERY INTENTIONAL NUDES //
[ sms :: sent :: royal ] ; looking good , fella.
[ sms :: sent :: royal ] ; you been working out ??
" instead of following me around like a dog, and trying to be sneaky, why not just come out and talk huh? ” @revanity
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IF YOU’D LIKE TO SHIP OUR MUSES //
in the words of michael bolton in the lonely island’s captain jack sparrow, LET’S GET TO IT.
“wassup, bitch?” revanity
I CANT BELIEVE YOU SEND ME NUDE MAKEUP OMG
WELL MY TATAS ARE ONLY FOR SPECIAL BIRTHDAY PRESENTS !!
@revanity
“royal, you’re side-eyeing them again. your sister is dating him and she seems happy. you need to let whatever emotion you’re feeling about this go.” ( @revanity / sc. )
@revanity clicked the heart
Esme usually spend her days alone, taking care of the house of creating little projects for her to work on. Renovations, or even delving into decorating - she reserved painting for days in which she felt most vulnerable, the activity reminded her too much of her human life and it was a great outlet for her heightened vampiric emotions. Today was one of those days.
The brunette sat on a chair in the backyard, with her sketchbook on her lap as she let her imagination and memories run free. She drew places, faces and anything her mind could picture, until she caught a scent as the soft breeze blew past her. Her curiosity got the best of her and she decided to track whoever they were down. There were small traces of distress in the scent - Esme found that each emotion had a specific scent to her, she hadn't yet consulted Carlisle about it to know if it was normal for every vampire. But to Esme, distress smelt sour, bitter.
❝ Are you okay, sweetie? ❞ she asked once she finally found the newcomer. A boy, probably no physically older than Emmett. ❝ Not many people come around here, are you - perhaps - lost? ❞