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‘ just - let me try it one more time . please . i’ll get it right this time for sure . ’
☆ 。 — @stoirmeil ! HERE WE GO AGAIN.MP3
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His persistence is just enough to convince her. Defeat is delivered through a sharp huff, with eyes darting away for a brief moment, and the gunblade remains within a steady hold.
❝Fine,❞ she starts off rather curtly, and shifts into a battle ready stance.
❝Don’t let me down.❞
@hervow
❝---Hey. ❞
A simple greeting softly falls from her tongue whilst approaching the Oracle. Not often does she cast aside her glacial demeanor, but the other woman’s presence offers comfort. An anomaly to be found in the midst of one’s turbulent lifestyle.
like a regular girlfriend but with a sword
LUNAFREYA NOX FLEURET
get oFF MY SISTER!
try me bitch.
here to announce that this pretty lady is now taken by this pretty lady.
gently rests her weary head against her shoulder.
UNFORESEEN IS THE gentle touch of divine’s chosen. A shadeof genuine surprise paints itself across her countenance; eyebrows arching andgaze falling ‘pon the crown that rests on an exposed shoulder. She does notpull away, for she finds an unusual sort of comfort blossoming with the otherin her presence. Features soften and she eases, settling her own head againstthe other’s.
penned by storm. independent & private noctis lucis caelum.
penned by storm. independent & private noctis lucis caelum.
Sorry for not being active. Muse is simply elsewhere and college is top priority. I’ll try to be active soon, but I think I might end up putting this character on a semi-hiatus in the future.
☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It’s time to spread positivity ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
Thank you, that’s very sweet!
send a symbol to give my muse… | accepting.
VEINS AFLAME, THE RUSH from adrenaline is still fresh inconflict’s aftermath. What was once a meadow flourishing with life had now beenfrozen over, the twin sisters paving a path of ice. A necessity, for the battlewas not in their favor initially, that is ‘til the ever so heroic Villiers decidedto put his eidolon to good use.
Blood is wiped from steel before the alterable sabre is returned to its ebony holster. Gazing at frosted carcasses, she then feels a harsh nudge from the big guy himself. Neutral expression falling into a frown, a scoff stirs in the back of her throat.
❝Do you want a medal or something, Snow?❞
