#skrikja

[unnwin]

Eggsy, do you want to go get lost in the woods together? :]

❝      so long as I can use Google Maps   --------------   the woods get creepy after dark .    I ain't scared or nothin’ ,  just wanna be careful .      ❞  

[unnwin]

“  let  me  guess…. someone  stole  your  sweetroll.  ”

❝      piss off ,      ❞         he mumbles ,  though it's meant without spite   ------   he does look miffed ,  from something that happened not long ago ,  and though it ain't a sweetroll   (   whatever the fuck that is   )   it does have something to do with food .    he's not above sharing his problems ,   trivial few amongst the darker ,  more serious shit he tolerates on a near - daily basis .

❝      Daisy ate my crisps .    last packet .    was proper lookin'  forward to those .      ❞

p.      :      @skrikja

[fauxgryf]

The night was clam and tranquil. Perfect for the exhausting day they had endured. Discolored hues of red and honey peered across the flames of a small fire they shared at his companion. The silence was ever deafening. “I’ve never been to the Isles before.” Adhémar suddenly informs, to break the silence, “Nor do I know much about the Ursine.”

Or ANY school for that matter. He wasn’t a real WItcher, after all, merely WEARING a medallion of a griffin. Plucked from a CORPSE.       @skrikja​

[khrused-moved]

❛  i can still smell you on my clothes...  ❜

LYRIC STARTERS (AC) /  ↺ @skrikja​   ―   ♫ STRAWBERRIES & CIGARETTES , TROYE SIVAN

[khrused-moved]

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙱 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚄𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂, like silk slipping between her fingers as her lover’s breath tickles her skin. the shrike’s head rests comfortably atop her breast, her words weighing heavy upon her heart ― thought to be empty, nothing but dust and echoes of broken dreams, and yet...how her heart sputters to life ! roaring with emotion ― passion and desire warming what once was cold, drumming beneath her lover’s ear. fingers come to a stop, curling instead, a gentle fistful of hair ― possessive and tender, leading orion’s gaze to meet her own.    ❛  ― then take me.  ❜    more a demand than an offer, her voice stern yet trembling, wide vibrant green PLEADING,    ❛  and don’t let anyone else take me away.  ❜

PINTEREST QUOTES (AC)  /     ↺ @skrikja​​ →      “ 𝙸 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄. 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙸𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝙺𝙽𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝚃𝚆𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻. ”

[odisn]

“ by the end of tonight, i will be a hero, just like you.”

A  SMILE  THAT  ISN'T  QUITE  THERE   ;   FLICKER  OF  LIGHT  ACROSS  EXPRESSION , SAYING  SOMETHING  HE  DOESN'T  QUITE  VERBALISE .    it's a role that takes its toll ,  body seems to carry the weight of several titles   ---------------   king ,  protector ,  hero ,  Avenger .   but the second time he smiles ,  it's far more genuine ,  and he knows being a hero is better than ,  really ,  being anything else .

❝      you're  already  one .    better than me .     just ,  promise me you’ll take care of yourself ,  too .      ❞

                         @skrikja​    /    p.

[informaticn]

                                                   @skrikja​

❛   oh,   i don’t belong to anyone   ——   but everybody knows my name.   ❜

[odisn]

“don’t tell anyone.”

SMILES  ;  IT'S  BEEN  A  WHILE  SINCE  HE  WAS  ENTRUSTED  WITH  A  SECRET .   nothing secretive gets to stay that way for long on Ásgarðr   ---   the notion of secrets long forgotten ,  especially in the company of those with all - encompassing senses .     he nods ,  hasty glance thrown skywards .    ❝      it's between you and me .    and Heimdallr .   and my father .     and Ymir ,  for he’s inescapable   ------------   but what’s he going to do     ?   nothing .   he’s dead .      ❞

                         @skrikja​    /    p.