#stcrmiis

[siinclairisms-blog]

@stcrmiis liked for a starter!

          “oh my...” 

                       the young lady with golden curls gazes down at the other. what an odd sort to run into someone crouched down at the side of the street. chivalrous instinct (without knowledge of definition of chivalry) boils through her veins as she approaches the stranger in need. gloved hand outstretched in an act of good nature. 

          “are you well? prithee, allow me to assist you.”

[withereth]

“ what do you mean meet your friend ? josie, you know i’m engaged ! ”

@stcrmiis

[hcadhunter-blog]

                                                     @stcrmiis​ dropped a heart.

                 Perhaps he shouldn’t be rushing around during a banquet. If his father caught him acting like a lunatic, he’d have his head. His heels clicked sharply on the marble as he paced around the manor, anything to ease his anxiety from his nap earlier as he sneaked away from the guests. Another vivid nightmare had cold sweat licking his spine and his bangs clinging to his flushed cheeks. 

                 With his frantic trot, he felt the collision blow against his shoulder and he stumbled back. ‘ WATCH WHERE YOU’RE ... ’ he started until he noticed the small woman. Be polite, even you know better. He swallowed on his snippy attitude and took in a deep breath. His shoulders squared and he dipped his head, ‘ APOLOGIES, I WASN’T minding where I was ... ’ that’s better, ‘ ARE YOU ALL RIGHT? ’

[withereth]

              “ why is it so cold ? ” the girl is pouting, wrapped tight in her winter coat and fur-lined gloves. in the winter, she preferred to stay inside next to a fire, or preferably next to a person, too. snowflakes dot her hair and shoulders, and she knows that mother will not be happy with her. this dress was a sunday dress, not one to be worn on casual excursions out. and then, a whine, “ i wanna go home. ”

starter call // @stcrmiis

[serebrc]

stcrmiis replied to your post: @stcrmiis      -  ❄ -  Sweat still glistens on...

Eda, rn: *ready to kill*

     { I warned you, he’s a secret          asshole himself! Kill him          gently. He might enjoy          being roughed up a little          too much! }

[serebrc]

@stcrmiis

     -  ❄ -  Sweat still glistens on pallid skin, a treasure of hard-won gold nestled in thin confines of a tracksuit jacket unzipped to let the heat of his body cool. There should be joy on motionless lips yet there is only a grim set line in its place. The usual few reporters lining the contestant’s exit are  d a z z l e d  with an elated grin upon their cameras rising, bright flashes once blinding do little to dull the longing in crystal blues.

     As quick as his entrance is his exit, deft heels  d a n c i n g  out of the way of swinging doors to admit the final throng of his competition, affording them their moment in the light. As all dies down, he takes his place among the march to mill about before the crash in their hotel rooms for tomorrow’s flight. A jostling stream of  s h o u l d e r s  and arms narrowing into a closer fit as they paraded through the ropes to section off the fans from skaters, his towering height is briefly shuffled into the woman behind him.

     “Oh! My apologies!” Atonement follows hastily, words stilled on gaping lips at the sight of the young woman as delicate as a flower. A wonder he hadn’t  t r a m p l e d  her!

[withereth]

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              i dont care when people start drama ? like at all ? if you wanna make a callout post over something petty then like whatever. people are smart enough to not go mass unfollow someone because they were shady to a friend of a friend of a friend.

[stxrryeyys]

                  ;; @stcrmiis

            “You spend too much time here. The orphanage has enough arms and legs, already.” He pulls a wide, mocking smile. Such is the way a troubled boy can be.