rustvrvan:

　　　⊰ ♖ ⊱　❝ what do you think :
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　cinnamon roll or croissant ? ❞

　　　　   　　(   the daily dilemma.   )

              _{’ Cinnamon roll. ’
                         —-Call it personal preference.}

krovopiytsa:

            “Would you prefer me to use the word please?”

             _{’ Go ahead. Use it
               though I doubt it’ll
               have any affect ’}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— Corrupted hues opened.

                                                                            And with no force.

  He pulled away, Maybe a smirk

                                                                 On his broken aspect.

 ❝Nice-❞

                                                                   How lovely did those delicate lips

 Felt against his own. 

                     _{—-Oh that broken smile.
                                           Shining through dim light and chaos.
                         A sin.
                                   Yet, she spoke… Tried to.
                                            ’ Coy—- Oddly so cocky. ’
                     An utterance of broken sentences. Same as she.
                                                 Stuck in this mad, ^mad world.}

krovopiytsa:

         ”Kindly fuck off, I’m not in the damn mood…”

             _{’ Last time I checked,
               words like that weren’t
               a proper greeting for a
                         f r i e n d. ’}

iustuslupus:

_{[ he could at least try to be civilized—even if she was a complete stranger who seemed a bit…off? ]}

                        _{“You give them a chance to get to know them. For example…I’m Scott.”}

_{[ smooth introduction, McCall. ]}

              _{—-Despite the raise of a pristine eyebrow the blonde did
                                                         { s m i l e }                              
                                        ’ Rosalie. ’
                                                But, a whisper off her tongue.}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— Maybe the feeling of porcelain lips,

   Touching his bruised ones.

                                                                Made him go insane, More than he already was.

  This was better than he expected, The clinging of shirts.

                                                  Soft hums being exchanged between one another. 

                 _{—-It was the lack of breath that caused her to pull away.
                                                 Heaving through    corrupted       lungs
                                 A loss for words.
                                          There were only honey eyes and puffy pink lips.}

volxtyle.

imaginativefacade:

☢█Ｔ．Ｄ．— What a pleasurable feeling.

                                                                     The feeling of excitement.

     Maybe a hint of lust.

                                                       Just a ʰᶤᶰᵗ.

              Contusioned palms rested around her delicate frame. 

            _{—-And perhaps the day dreamer in her had fallen in a trance. Perhaps the intoxicating smell of him had take over her senses, clouded her judgment. Or perhaps it was passion.                                                                                                Passion.
            —-It must have been what led her to cling to his shirt like a life raft in the cold depths of the Arctic sea. Or maybe it was what led her to hum softly in a sort of quiet acceptance. Why did it have to be anything?
                                                    Maybe—-
                                                                         It was just him
                                                                                 & h e r}

iustuslupus:

_{“That’s what I like to see.”}

_{[ it was carved in stone, but it would do. ]}

_{“Anyway I can help you feel less…reserved?”}

           _{—-A welcoming invite, yet caution was her backbone and she learned that trust was earned. And her trust was a difficult feat, surely.
                          ’ That depends… How do you make someone less
                    reserved? ’}

optimistxc:

+      volxtyle

                           ❝My, my, my —What lovely
                            shoes you are wearing 
                            today, Rose.❞

               _{’ Well I sure hope so. You were there to help
             me pick them out. ’}

iustuslupus:

_{“Do you know how to smile?”}

_{“Like this—“}

             _{—-She knows how to smile. It’s just reserved for times most needed. Yet, she lets one slip.
                         ’ I know how to smile– ’}