#warbuilt

[souveniirs]

@warbuilt    /    sc.

                     ❛    they’re not   ‘scribbles’   they are patterns.   i am trying a few designs for my clothes.   what you think of this one ?    ❜    the blonde flips a few pages in a small notebook,   revealing a design for a rather flowery dress.   she lifts it to the woman’s eye level,   presenting her creation with a rather cheeky grin pinned to rosy lips.

[entirelyqualified]

@warbuilt

                  it’s her first week,   and already the blonde is learning the hard way just how difficult english can be.   even more so trying to learn in classes she was never very good at even in   FRENCH.   brows furrow as chloe comes across a rather long word in her textbook,   unsure of it’s definition.   frame leans over in the desk,   a hushed tone taking control over accented words.    ❛    i am sorry,   what is the meaning of this word here ?    ❜

[kingfallena]

        it sun is beginning to make its DESCENT as he sits in his quarters. he is already exhausted, and all he has done today is get briefed by counselors and war chiefs on the state of affairs within azgeda and in polis. though, QUIETLY, on his own and with some help from echo he has begun to decide which advisers to keep and which to REMOVE. assuming the throne will be a lengthy and taxing process. but his people need him, they deserve the best king he can be and he aims to do just that. but it is no easy. just a few days ago he thought he would never step foot in his home land again, much less become the king. 

        yet, here he is. UNFORTUNATELY, will not be able to go back to his home for a while. there is business to attend to here, the coalition is still unstable. skaikru somehow seem to be in the very middle of it. roan would very much wish not to get himself and his clan dragged into the middle of it, but it seems he has UNWITTINGLY done so by associating himself with clarke. roan looks up from the desk where he sits when the door opens without even a knock. lexa. of course. who else would waltz into someone’s PRIVATE chambers without so much as a head up. “  what do you want, lexa.  ”  he almost mutters. he has had to deal with ontari all day, he is not in the mood to deal with another temperamental nightblood.  // @warbuilt plotted(ish)

[bcrninfire]

               @warbuilt <333

     “it wasn’t that far down, nomon, i don’t understand why ryder freaked out.” little arms cross over her chest, lower lip stuck out in a pout. athena was the spitting image of her mother, blinking up at the brunette in front of her. “i only got hurt cause he distr’cted me.” a huff followed, gaze falling to the gash on her right leg. “we don’ gotta tell mama, do we?”

[ardentarchive-blog]

me     :     just  walk  it  off  sweets

[pakstoka-blog]

❛     what  do  you  want  from  me     ?     ❜          it’s  frustration  latching  on  to  each  word     ,     a  snarl  across  sharp  canines     .     the  wolf  phase  back  and  forth     ,     trapped  and     couldn’t     leave      (     didn’t     want     to  leave     .     )      but  a  part  of  her  wanted  to  sprint  out  and  hope  for  the  best     .     lexa  was  something  else     ,     someone     else  than  nia  had  teached  her  she  was     .     and  after  sleeping  with  her     ,     after  getting  to     know     her     ,     tail  was  between  her  legs     .     loyalty  to  her  queen     /     her  feelings  for  lexa     .     not  for  the     commander     anymore     ,     but  the  woman  behind     .          @warbuilt  

[mybcst]

                                      ⋆ *・｡ ・◦ @warbuilt ⋆ *・｡ ・◦

        she   had   managed   to   stop   the   bleeding   at   some   odd   hour   of   the   night,   stitched   her   about   and   A L L O W E D   to   tell   the   rest.   it   was   in   brutal   agony   that   she   waited   for   the   woman   to   awake   or   meet   her   FINAL   FATE.   the   young   blonde   still   unsure   if   she   had   saved   the   heda   or   not.   but   pupils   never   gazed   anywhere   else   but   lexa’s   and   body   NEVER   SHIFTED   unless   it   was   to   shift   closer.  ---------------    (   wake   up   ,   lexa.   )         fingers   grazed   along   the   shirt   that   encased   lexa.   thumb   brushing   along   the   blood   stains   that   CAUSED   AN   ACHE   in   clarke’s   heart.          (   i   need   you .   )         a   breath   sucked   in   and   rushed   to   her   lungs   in   attempt   to   hold   it   all   together.   finally   her   hand   TRACED   DOWN   to   the   one   laying   so   lifelessly.                               (   we   still   owe   so   much   more   to   our   people....   to   each-other.   )         a   thumb   pressed   to   the   palm   and   held   it   between   her   own   two   hands.                               

                                                                                  ‘i   NEED   you   to   wake   up.’

[entirelyqualified]

@warbuilt

[  TEXTE À → LEXA WOODS.  ]        [ IMAGE ATTACHED ] [  TEXTE À → LEXA WOODS.  ]        merde [  TEXTE À → LEXA WOODS.  ]        putain [  TEXTE À → LEXA WOODS.  ]        je suis désolé [  TEXTE À → LEXA WOODS.  ]        do us both a favor and pretend this exchange   NEVER   happened.