Sep 18, 2017
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“I want to go home!”
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“I want to go home!”
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“And who said I didn’t wind up dead?” A scoff from between dry lips, the prisoner agitated that he would presume to know her thoughts or her dreams - anything about her mind. The very idea that he knows anything about her at all is laughable and she feels the giggles bubble up within her throat. Shoulders shake as they escape her mouth as she longs to escape this prison built in the trees. The tickling sensation is almost unfamiliar to her now, as she hasn’t laughed at all since being locked away.
“I never said it was a pleasant dream,” Gina tells him matter-of-factly before continuing, “But it was, even if I did wind up dead.” No. “Because I wound up dead.”
Let that throw him for a loop, she thinks vindictively, her kind nature rubbed raw and the cruel childishness of her captors having rubbed off on her. She’s no longer above playing games, but she’ll at least admit ( not aloud ) that the games she plays with him are different than with the other boys.
“The dream was very freeing. I wasn’t stuck in here anymore.” Not when she was dead. Then she was beyond capture.
it’s frequent enough that the teenager knows what to expect. things and people come from everywhere to see the rumor that rang true in him. he’d be a great asset to someone’s team, he’s heard it a hundred times. there are so many expectations of him, so many things he’s supposed to do. it’s overwhelming. he dreams in soft secret about never growing up. he starts noticing a man who is both very young and very old, all at once. ❝ i’m not gonna join your softball league. ❞ there wasn’t much he could be persuaded with ; after all, he’s had some great offers. // @volantii
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“ you said you wanted to see me ? “ ezra mused softly as she entered the tent that belonged to her leader. she had no clue if this was for a good reason or a terrible reason, but she knew that she would be hopefully leaving the tent once what was happening was over. she didn’t have anything more important to do, but chills ran up her spine as she stood in his presence.
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( sms: stuffed kid ) i don’t get hungover so i can’t feel your pain
( sms: stuffed kid ) jk just tied to get out of bed i feel your pain
[ sms;; peter panda ] good [ sms;; peter panda ] suffer [ sms;; peter panda ] feel my pain
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“der ste no peace, nou kom yu.” Tiger Lily spat at the leader of the Lost Boys, holding her glare onto him. She looked up towards Rufio. The traitor. The one who left them, waiting for him to translate. Rufio sighed, looking at Peter, “She said she doesn’t trust you will keep the peace.”
just wanted to drop by and tell you that your bio is wonderfully written and so fun and engaging to read though and you've probably heard this before but 10/10 job its hard to find bios that make you want to pounce on a muse because they're so exciting and fun to read so just needed to tell you that it's amazing - love, k
I HAVE ACTUALLY NOT HEARD THIS BEFORE??? THANK U SO MUCH??
i was so stressed about gabe’s bio tbh when i first made it!!! and it’s really nice to hear that!!
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“I said get lost.” Tootles said, fidgeting with his fingers as he sat in front of the camp fire. “I’m fine...”