this blog is official being archived, you can find azreal’s new completely revamped blog @shamiism
if anyone cares, while this blog is inactive i can still be found here
if anyone cares, while this blog is inactive i can still be found here
if anyone cares, while this blog is inactive i can still be found here
if anyone cares, while this blog is inactive i can still be found here
if anyone cares, while this blog is inactive i can still be found here
philosophically-poetic, will you hold me tight? (viawnq-writers)
who else is dtf (down to fight)
to visit her parent & find someone else was quite– upsetting. where was the boss? asleep or out of the house? the phoenix hesitated shutting the door behind her, inwardly debating on staying home or returning to the empty apartment she’s grown to dislike. in the end, the door closed & angel hung her coat on the rack with her shoes lined neatly underneath. ❝i doubt they’ll appreciate shoes on the sofa. please remove them. ❞
his brows furrow, causing obsidian irises to squint as his gaze settles to a glare. he didn’t appreciate being ordered about; he tolerated it from caspian due to the fact he was well aware they could kick his ass. since he was pretty sure he could take her, he chose to pass up her suggestion. instead he just subtly dug his heels into the cushion, tracking more dirt onto the furniture.
“ i’ll pass. ”
❝. . . you must be one of boss’ friends.❞ his scent was familiar, thus decided not to take action when finding a stranger in the living room. from time to time, her parent came home with the same scent on their skin.
sprawled across the couch, azreal’s gaze flickered up upon hearing the front door open. he could tell by the sound of the steps it wasn’t caspian, but the scent was close enough to the bird’s so he could guess at some form of relationship. a brow arches as a single syllable falls from his lips,
“ boss? ”
this is a new blog, so can you reblog && spread this so i can find some people to follow?