#salvattor

[caricature-potentate]

Okay nah lemme tell you somethin'

Okay. Look. We have the most badass Ezio around named salvattor. They were an extremely amazing mun and roleplayer. You are missing out if you don't RP with them omfg. They are amazing, they deserve hugs, and you should never ever pass them up.  G I V E T H E M A L L T H E L O V E

[pasakosprincese-blog]

send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle [ x ] sαℓvαттσя  - Serah's Theme / Overseas Version

     {✄} — "Show me there's still hope... show me it's not over..."

[epitomizingperfection-blog]

salvattor said: no wonder they were all killed off so easily HAHAHAHSDHASHFASHFHASHHA

rEALLY MY CORDELIA WAS INVINCIBLE ......

[digital-firefly-a]

☄ :y

Is that all? lol.  Alright. 

My opinion of you is you seem super nice, understanding and are fun to talk to. I'm loving our roleplays, too!  That chemistry, yo. I'm glad to have met you!

[gxdoka]

「 ♡ ♫ ✩ 」-

                                     "E-excuse me?"

[digital-firefly-a]

Reunited

Months had gone by.  The chill of later winter fled into spring, and whispered of the warmth of summer coming along.  The air was crisp from May showers, bringing renewal and life to all things in the region.

But there had been no word about Temperance since she had left the apartment.  Ezio had not seen her, and things were beginning to look bleak for her return.

The skies had an ominous air about them high overhead with the distant crack of thunder awakening senses to the inevitable showers to come.  Something was surely upon the horizon.. Something was about to happen.

The sky grew angry with the howls of thunder and the crashes of lightning as the fierce storm rolled in, threatening to strike down anyone foolish enough to be outside in it.

A message would reach Ezio urgently.  A single, small female assassin stood drenched to the bone, holding a small note for him to take before she disappeared back into the frightening weather.

Someone had spotted Temperance.

She had been wandering the back streets in a bad neighborhood, looking disoriented and emaciated, shaking violently from the brutal chill that had swept the city earlier that day.

She wore nothing more than a hospital gown, and scrub pants hung about her hips.  Her arms were wrapped in dirty medical dressings, primarily around her wrists and wrapped about her bare feet.

[rosannean-archive-blog]

          " 'ʙᴜᴏɴᴀ sera' -- I believe that is how one would              greet another at this hour, in your tongue. ɴᴏɴ? "

  Spoken in a thick French-esque accent, but--.

[rosannean-archive-blog]

          " ᴏʜ -- aren't we a pretty, pretty pair --? "