indie. rose hathaway from the book series, vampire academy.
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weatheredatlas-archive-deactiva whispered:

"♚♚♚"

coming from you that does mean a lot cause holy hell you’re like… perfection. i read your last reply out loud and got shivers because it just flowed so well and i just kldsfjaljfs

brokenisms:

                                        ❛ i LIKE you already, stranger. ❜

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                                        it was apparent impression that was hinted
                               in hues of a deep forest ; rebellion was a familiar trait
                               of his ( infrequent in the modern days ) but evident in
                                 needed times, such light stands out in weary hues,
                                       life restored within a fractured soul ; callous
                                fingers trace around the cup before a sip was stolen,
                                         a grin finding its way onto his pallid maw.

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                                { creating a smile on the face of a man who’s
                         eyes held the battle scars of a lifetime war
                         was enough to make rose hathaway’s day. yet,
                         at the same time, her blood began to race in
                         anticipation of someone coming to yell at her
                         for that small coffee scandal. not that she
                         couldn’t take on a human of all things, but
                         fighting over the dark liquid seemed very
                         counterproductive. }

                                     ❝I do what I can for the less fortunate.❞

brokenisms:

                                   ❛ funny. i needed that to LIVEN up my mood.
                                           coffee would’ve done the trick too.❜

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                  ❝I’m on it.

                        { rose opened her mouth to call out to a
                  waiter, but there was nobody behind the counter.
                  of course they wouldn’t be there just when she
                  needed them. brown orbs darted around the room
                  before she hopped from her spot and made her way
                  around the counter to the coffee machine. with a
                  sly grin, the dhampir grabbed two cups and quickly
                  filled them with caffeine before returning to
                  her seat almost as quickly as she’d left it.
}

                                ❝Ta-da.

brokenisms:

                              ❛ it’s too EARLY. . . ❜

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                  ❝You’re preaching to the choir, cowboy. 
                     And that’s coming from someone who hates
                     going to church.

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