;; ooc; o H okay so i am following like a quality jacob black and seth uley and i really love every twilight person i am following but i am so scared to ask to RP with them wow such introvert
The quiet was suddenly disturbed by the faint sound of footsteps. He sniffed the air but elected not to move from his position. Someone was coming this way, to this dead end alleyway. It was some kind of unused garage space. Kiba didn’t care what it was used for, or who was coming his way. The wolf shifted to see, curiosity the only reason he did so.
| – A reserve that encased his flesh with raw oxygen; it made the prodigy think, it made him consider the circumstances he had thrown himself into, the damnation he was already flushed into that only seemed to consistently get deeper. Until he’d halt– halt all movement and halt all breathing or thought and only for the sake of taking in his atmosphere. – |
"… Hm.“
| – Ebony locks of hair fell before his peripheral vision and he’d growl lowly; such an unorthodox vibration coming from a mortal male. – |
♕ –⊱ Saya stilled the moment she sensed someone new. As she listened to her shoes crunch on the pallid sand she waited. Who was out there? “I know you’re there," she stated firmly.
| – With mask convenient and occuli forward; tiers would lift and eyelids would peel back in an attempt for bister orbs to be made available when viewing the feminine figure in front of him. – |
Perhaps, she should add a little something to it.]
”Welcome to Arendelle.”
[It seems she’s still a tad rusty when it comes to people skills.]
| – C o l d – |
“… Hmph.”
| – The chilling fingers of the icy wrest gave his skin a reason to shrivel up; but he couldn’t allow for his muscles to tense because then he’d become solid. It wasn’t a comfortable feeling nor was it a delightful welcome into this region titled ‘Arendelle’. – |
| — Drowning; smothered in concealed thoughts that wouldn’t see the light of day—no —that couldn’t see the light of day no matter the prying or the wrest. — |
”… Hm.”
| – The light was seeping into his skin, breathing out a new parasite that made his stomach churn and his throat sputter up the whispers of the lost; it made him want to tear his skin in two– take it off. – |
| – Agony, despair– disdain. – |
| – Such self pity was tough to conceal; but it would never see the light of day, no, it could not see the light of day… Because if it did, – |
| – It would burn and crumble into a harsh shell and turn to ash like love turns perfectly good beating hearts into dust. – |
| – Drowning; smothered in concealed thoughts that wouldn’t see the light of day– no –that couldn’t see the light of day no matter the prying or the wrest. – |
Carlisle could be found out on the cliffs without fail every clear morning, as long as the weather was fair. Those were rare after all, considering the choice of area. The sunrise – always a different experience and he never grew tired of seeing it peek over the hills.
He remembered sneaking away from the smog-filled streets of London as a boy, a biscuit in hand as he found a place by the docks, watching the rays ripple along the water in the crisp air. —————————Rare moments of p e a c e .
| – P E A C E. – |
| – Such solemn and negligent moments such as this were never something of compliance for the ravenette. Cold bister orbs would skim along the fringe of the peak– and not too far off there would be another hidden lip of the nature produced masses of land. It was a wonder, how the dreaded and forsaken plains of the planet he admired had so much joy and astonishment hidden behind the agony and disappointment. – |
| – He’d gaze, mind floating into endless space; perched upon a branch in a lax position. A raven among clear skies. – |
