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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

antoniagrcgor‌:

She looked over the prints that Silas held. Her gaze focused intensely on the image to try and ignore her father’s eidolon standing behind her. He spoke in rapid German like Eden’s snake. She shook her blonde head + swallowed. “Sehr schön.” Very beautiful. She looked up and made eye contact with the eidolon. Her eyes darted back to Silas. “My uncle’s place hs very bare walls. How much for the lot?” A shakey smile cracked on her pale lips. She left the house today in such a hurry she forgot the paint her lips with her signature color, crimson red. 

“Thirty for the small prints and forty-five for the larger,” watching her eyes as they darted around the room, knowing she was acknowledging the creatures that wanted nothing more than everyone to suffer. For the most part, the cubi had been ignoring them and tried to keep his attention on his old friend. Especially when his obsession and paranoia was tied fiercely to the emerald scale that Silas kept safely in his pocket, “And I’m sure I’ve got some frames in the back that would fit. No charge, of course. They are practically free at every sale, some even from other prints that didn’t really go with them.”

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NAME: Nia 📚

RINGTONE: mädchen

PICTURE: battle buddy.

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: I need to see you. Something happened…

LAST TEXT SENT: I’ll meet you anywhere. Just tell me where you are.

antoniagrcgor‌:

“I’d love to see your travels. To see the world from a friend’s eyes is a rare perspective to have ” Her eyebrows lifted with excitement. “To be frank, I’m looking for something to remind me of Lachenwald. I missed ValiFest this year.” Her small hamlet has a jubilee of Feast of Vali. An old Germanic tradition that blended from the ancient Greek Eros Feast day. In her small pack, it’s the day for renewals of love and sharing your hearth + food with anyone who knocks on your threshold: treating strangers like family with love + care.

It was the little things she misses about home, like pack gatherings; yet there are times she longs to see the world.

“Ah,” he exclaimed softly and moved to his desk to rummage through some of his own works. Traveling had meant many different sketches, many different paintings, but Silas had always managed to keep track. Each location had their own section within his journaling and most times they still had the name or date. He pulled down many different books and binders before finally settling on a pale green sketchbook with broken binding. “A few of the pages got some rain damage while I moved, but I think a lot of them are still in really good shape,” fingers quickly turning pages as he spoke, “I think even from the first fest you took me to.”

Pandora

Pandora: What is the worst gift you’ve ever received?-chuckles lightly- Oh gosh, I remember my brother’s first attempt at crafting this keepsake box for one of my birthdays and it was— it was truly hideous but he made it from his heart. The color was this puke green and I believe it also had some touches of cherry red. Even the latch didn’t work right, but I smiled anyway.

Jason

Jason: Have you ever betrayed anyone who loved you for personal gain?If I have ever done such, it was unintentional. I have no memory of anything in particular and would honestly regret doing such a thing to another.

Hephaestus

Hephaestus: Are you particularly skilled at any crafts? If so, which?Painting, drawing, doll design, sculpture, furniture upscaling or creating, pottery, upholstery, just about any carpentry and carving.

antoinagrcgor‌:

Antonia was holding a collection of prints in her grasp. She heard the shop owner walk over by of his footsteps in the creak in the old cypress floors. She smiled + looked over her shoulder to meet his eye-line. “Actually, I found a few of your prints that I enjoyed.” Her German accent flowed from her red lips like honey. “Do you have anything printed from any local parks?”

There was nothing like seeing a familiar face when living nomadic for years, bringing a smile out of Silas that was more reserved for them. Antonia was one of those familiar faces and someone that he never regretted meeting. She had always amazed him with her spirit, conviction of always wanting to be the best she can for those around her, and hardly thought of herself before others. Those spirits could be rare not just in the human world, but the supernatural too. “I think I still have a few from my travels to Samariá Gorge, but that isn’t exactly local. Maybe something from Kolokotronis or Loutraki is more what you mean?”