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@synomis ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you'd be lucky to lay a finger on me.

@hellslyrics ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*her back had hit the ground hard, activating her liquid metal at the last millisecond to shield herself from the impact. that speed with which he moved.. it was unlike anyone she had come across. who was this man.. and what had he just called her?!* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎out of my way. now. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*yorozu bit back, not yet getting up from her position to not give the stranger leeway, yet her fingers itched with the need to attack back. what a waste of her time.*

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*the heiress's steps did not falter once, walking a step behind the king of curses at the same pace as he was so as to not overtake him, remaining in his shadows like she readily acknowledged and accepted her position. a tiny smile unshakeable on her face, long and pin straight black stands of hair ever do gently brushing against her cheek due to the soft, morning breeze. yorozu understood that ryomen held a tough exterior, one did not reach the heights he had by living an untainted, pious life. no, he had scratched and crawled his way to hell and back, becoming a deity to be worshipped than fall to his knees in front of others. so what if he didn't agree with her for once, the man had an iron clad will, she would not rush him.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i guess it's not the first time you have said so, I'll just wait for the next chance.

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎/ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎MY HG MY LOML!!

&.         now, that’s A WIFE.

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*a shrill sound rang in her ears with deafening loudness, a phantom noise numbing her senses and leaving the surface of her skin cold. the knife in her bloodied hand trembled ever so faintly with remnants of crimson covering itself, beads of the horror dripping slowly beside her heels clad feet. cecilia struggled to fathom the mere seconds before her act as her moss green eyes stayed on the figure of the man lying on the ground, too still. she stared with the utmost caution as if any second now, he would wake to take from her his promised revenge. a faraway voice registered late in her mind, and her fearful eyes moved to glance at the leather shoes of the man whom it belonged to. overtly, she was as still as the corpse below, yet the tremble hid beneath in her nerves and voice. it was almost taunting, his words, and for once cecilia wanted to avoid such behaviour which was too familiar to her.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎fuck you. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*whisper of her words broke the barrier and the back of her eyes burned, but she could not bring herself to move, caught in the consequences of her actions.*

@enimik ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎*the stillness of his form that she currently rested her head upon gave away his diminishing temperament. though, to his dismay, she wouldn't move. not yet. angling the camera to show part of her face, ginger hair fell brightly against his clothes. the rest of the space in the photograph captured him in the background ─ ‎ ‎just a form, defined enough to be recognisable as a man's even without his face. clicking a couple shots, cecilia took her time despite his threats, or trials at being threatening. it confused her, why he even bothered to begin with knowing she remained unaffected and without shame as ever. with an eye roll, she lifts herself off of him, sighing dramatically.* ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎you're such a karen. thank god your horses are better.

@dihurms            close contact with humans was number one on his bucket list to avoid. hell, who even had a bucket list anymore? whatever the case, nikolas loathed it. it never sat right with him, especially not the critters. bloody hell. he leaned back as far as he could, silver gaze seething and lowered, clearly displeased. it was odd. the whole thing. the way she pressed against his chest like they’d known each other their whole lives. too familiar. too easy.      “i told you, pictures with cherry are fine —⎯⎯ not with me. you’ve taken enough. now get off before i push you.”

@enimik ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i told you, after this last picture! you're ruining the shot.

@enimik ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎insanely pretty, don't be shy. complete your sentences.

@dihurms         if i had friends..        yes, i do actually.       but you are insane. 

@enimik ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎..do you have, friends? like, people? you make ‎ ‎/me/ ‎ ‎look sane.

@enimik ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎close your eyes first.

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎of course. you probably radiate sub zero temperatures and give everyone within a ten mile radius frostbite.

@dihurms         then go find your warmth somewhere else. don’t cling to me like i owe you.

@hyrded ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it's cold in here. my fur coat only does so much.