#stormiier

[damnsella-blog]

§ ok but like especially nolan, mostly cos ella and stormy havent interacted much. i just rly quietly and intensely ship nol and ella, they give me a LOT of emotions. it crushes me (ι´Д｀

you wanna ship? || status: accepting

THANK FUCK IT’S NOT JUST ME I SHIP IT SO HARD BUT I DIDN’T WANNA BE PUSHY BUT DEAR G O D THEY’RE SO CUTE I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS I JUST S LA Y M E

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stormiier.

“True – though it doesn’t mean we have to accept the proposal, do we? I find death to be a trivial thing to deal with. Then again, life would be pretty boring without it constantly shoving itself into our faces.”

     A slow sweep of his right hand, curious gaze fixated on the man in front of him, before giving a small shrug as if to emphasize that everything he’d just said were menial.

        “I could use for some boring right about now. I can tell you that much. I’m just tired of watching the people I care about die. Of feeling like I’m about to die before I even get the chance to experience a lot of -- things. Hell, I’ve already died. More than once. That’s a lot more than most people can say. Ain’t no way I want to let that happen again any time soon.”

    He heaves a sigh and shuffles his drink closer, but doesn’t expect the other to understand what death means for him when they have such different kinds of life.

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stormiier said: vecca ily

; w OW U NERD, PUNCHES U TO THE SUN.   jkjk liferings u & brings u back iloveusomanyvluch xo

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stormiier

    “wouldn’t say it was exploding – i don’t think you’d be talking right now, if that were the case, sweetie.” the gryphon smiled softly, before holding out a small vial to her. it contained a milky colored liquid within, subtly reflecting against the light outside. “here. takes the edge off of head pains.”

The wolf chuckled softly when she heard the man’s reply, because sometimes she did feel as if she were exploding -- the fire within her blood building up to a level that wanted to drive her mad.  “I supposed that you are correct in that sense, love,” she answered, voice rather thick with an Irish accent.  Saoirse’s golden brown eyes took a moment to focus on the vial.  “What is it?”  She questioned, taking hold of the vial, bringing it to her nose.  There was something different about the smell of it and of the man.