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Do you think someone with unsteady hands could become an archer ?

so  like  ,  hypothetically  if  i  died  -

" cute midguardian cupid ! " amora yelled as she walked around , a huff leaving her lips . " have you seen my axe ? "

you scare me... my best friend likes boys that are ‘bad boys’ kind of.

/      i LOVE —  mbv #2

Blood. A crimson flower that bloomed across his chest. It stained his clothes and palms, red painting his skin and the dirt floor beneath him. He would drown, he knew, lost to his homeland to die in another similar tainted country. Alone. 
          His hands trembled, but remained a weight against the wound, the cheap shirt in his grasp his only way to lessen the steady stream of blood. Already soaked red. 
          
          Figures blurred as they past the damp alleyway, and he choked on his urge to call call for them - to see if they would help someone as broken and reshaped as him. He could already see their disgust, leaving him to the grasp of death at the mere sound of his accent. A filthy Russian.

;     mbv  broski