#volatilebird

[fxcinus-archive]

     ‘I wasn’t even gone long and you seem to have taken up        residence in my home. Do I have to remind you that she        is my cat?’

[bxxstly-blog]

{ ♛ —♛ } ——— volatilebird

                           ❝ get out of my castle ❞

        a low grumble that resembled a growl, came after the              warning. there was another human in his presence &         he wanted nothing to do with them. the forest hid his castle            for a reason. no one came in & no one left, it was better                                               for all.

          ❝  you are not welcome here                                leave now !! ❞

[fxcinus-archive]

          Well, this was awkward.

       He was no one. Just some guy who was trying to pick a fight. Still,        { KILLING } someone was considered a bad thing.      Lips pressed        tightly together, his demeanor still surprisingly calm.       Yet, Peter        was on a mission.  His feet were taking him to the closest place he        could find refuge.     Perhaps the ONLY place he would be able to.        She had seen him at his worst, after all.

       As per usual, Peter didn’t bother knocking.      He stomped inside,        moving directly towards the kitchen,  grabbing some paper towels        to wipe his face.

                ‘--if you have someone over, tell them to LEAVE,’

[imprxdent-archive-blog]

Darkness cascades through the dimly lit trees, menacing the appearance of every little fibre that dares to take it’s place in the land. That is where a young girl sits, sixteen years old maybe, sharpening a shining silver blade against a rock. Her blonde hair looks nearly brown beneath all the dirt that clings to each individual strand, and her face is coated with smears of a black paste that appears to be some kind of plant extract made into paint. Glowing blue eyes focus on the sword and the rock, but the subtle c r a c k of a branch in the depths of the trees causes her concentration to avert from her work, and her stature to change drastically. Quietly dropping the rock on the wet soil below, the blonde flips her black hood over her head and tucks her hair back where it is nearly unnoticeable. She grips the sword in one hand, and darts into a near patch of thin bushes awaiting the creator of the sound to step forth.

▣▣ volatilebird ▣▣         

[lliioness]

"And this is why I don't want to stay anymore."

   ✘ ━ MEME. 

                           '   must you see the  worst in everything,                        DARLING?    your  n e g a t i v i t y                                shall become the DRIVE of   sucking                                out the fun that comes with neverland. ' 

    her words serve a short bite, laced with the cold of SURROUNDINGS that echoes. crystalline blue orbs flicker up momentarily to her  company. previously had been a  misunderstanding,      boys being boys,   BOISTEROUS,     &  full of the  want to tease   &  succeed.     of course, felicia, felix stopped being a victim  to their scrutiny  & they C H I L D I S H  games  when  she proved  herself  to both boy  & peter.   they were boys  who had  taunted  the little bird,  assisted in clipping  her wings  & sucking  what   little of  HOPE  she  had  of her youth,  from her     &  it  was  every  reason  to want to leave,      except things never worked  in the loops that one  wished for them to do so upon neverland.

[pueramiisit]

     body tensed as he inched closer to                  her, an alien feeling of dread            causing a pain in his chest. he'd         rather have his heart ripped out than                                            have to do this.

                              "-- The Savior is demanding                                            I apologize to you."

volatilebird liked for a starter

[ofmuchness]

volatilebird

' wendy--- do you fear dying? '