#tenaciousquaintrelle

[mettatoniic02]

@tenacious--quaintrelle is a rude ass -- jerk ass -- mess up ass witch ok? She calls me out on how my blog was finally aLIGNED AND THAT’S SO RUDE IM HONESTLY SO OFFENDED RIGHT NOW. :(

[hiiddeneyes]

@tenacious--quaintrelle

     waiting was not a problem for him, though he did have to admit sitting on a chair in one of the hallways of Pandora headquarters without a book was testing his resistance to boredom. He hated having to accompany Elliot there when he had to meet with his father: their conversations always occurred in private, and the valet was therefore left on his own outside the room, often in silent and empty corridors. 

      Oh well. He would not be a great interlocutor anyway.

[oculimalis-blog]

@tenacious--quaintrelle

       The moonlight && night --- such an amazing combination. Lacie always enjoyed watching stars from her tower for it was the only thing she could do in that prison of hers. But now, she was walking around under the silver moonlight to meet yet another old friend of hers.   ( Oh, how it has been since she last saw that woman’s beautiful smile? )   Her light steps were almost like cat’s && her red eyes were reflecting the moon in them. Such beautiful night today was. A perfect night for mysterious Baskerville to finally begin her journey once again. Step after the step && finally she could see the one who she was supposed to meet: ASHA. Ah, the name forever will be held in Lacie’s head. Such unique & beautiful name for the strong lady.     ❝ Were you waiting long, my dear Asha? You haven’t changed. Still as beautiful as ever. ❞

[ghostlyanon]

@tenacious--quaintrelle

[roselionne-blog]

tenacious--quaintrelle replied to your post: *massive shrug*

GRABS U AND HUGS AGGRESSIVELY

ajksldjsdk *clings to* omg hi babe ;v;

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tenacious--quaintrelle replied

CLUTCHES MY FUCKING HEART

rip in pieces, lindsay. :3c

[preisque-archives-blog]

The man’s rigid, all tense muscles and taut posture. He sits on a stool much too small for his stature, his eyes focused on a flickering incandescent light shining its much-too yellow glare across the room. Such a stillness doesn’t suit him and for the second time opens his mouth to make an unnecessary interjection. ❛ How much longer should this take? ❜