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m i s s __ m e r r y
x__lethargically sardonic
fete galante
m i s s __ m e r r y
x__lethargically sardonic
Makoren
- ● × ● THE UNCHANGING
›› Ω ‹‹ || Call For Me ;;
- Kylian Silvain
›› Ω ‹‹ || By Something Else ;;
- V a y n e :: Kylian’s nickname is rather ironically appropriate. It started as an attempt to get away from the more childish Kyley, however, after he turned, people began to think it was an appropriate name for him. He’d turned his back on everyone else after all. Turned his back on Destiny for his own selfish reasons (they may not have known his reasons exactly, but no doubt they were completely self-centered). Thus he’s known sometimes as Vayne the Vain. Don’t ever call him that to his face however, he tends to take it rather personally.
t h e F A L L E N h e r o :: This is less of a nickname and more of a sad apostrophe whispered among those in dark corners. Their great hero, they’d once believed in him, believed he would take care of the dark king. They hadn’t expected that their hero, who’d they’d elevated onto a pillar so high, no one could dare hold a candle to him, had fallen.
K y l e y :: Kyley was his nickname as a child. He can sometimes hear their voices calling him that. However, when he grew tired of the path Destiny had chosen for him, he left the name behind. He was no longer that foolish child, that pawn.
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Numerical Mishap ;;
- T w e n t y years wasted on D E S T I N Y.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Of Set Dates ;;
- The First of May
›› Ω ‹‹ || Of The Sexes ;;
- They call him the HERO not the heroine
›› Ω ‹‹ || But Concerning Preferences ;;
- ambition and planning know no bounds.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Home, Sweet Home ;;
- Sain Su Kingdom is naught but a memory in the shadow of Aeon Kingdom
›› Ω ‹‹ || An Unbreakable Vow ;;
- No longer the follower in Destiny’s plans, but the Leader in his own S T O R Y.
● × ● MIRROR, MIRROR
›› Ω ‹‹ || Can’t You See ;;
- Vayne’s eyes are a strange combination of icy blue and glowing amethyst.
›› Ω ‹‹ || What Sits on Top ;;
- A silk curtain of midnight black
›› Ω ‹‹ || In Tons, In Pounds ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Frame A Second ;;
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Become Spellbound ;;
- What makes a hero? All of the heroes of legend are dashing, legendary figures. Vayne may not be very dashing or legendary, but he does cut a very dramatic figure. In fact, most of the people who knew sweet little Kyley would have a hard time associating him with Vayne, the fallen hero. As a child first setting off on his journey, his black hair hung short and unkempt. It didn’t matter as much to him then, appearance was a small sacrifice in the greater threads of destiny. However, his change came about around the same time as the slaughter at the Sun Shrine. It began that he wanted desperately to try and disguise himself. But he soon realized that that was a pointless endeavor. So he stopped trying to blend in, and began working towards standing out in his own way. Why not take care of his appearance? Vayne went from being a filthy rogue to a rather dramatic king, if not an especially good one. He wears his black hair long past his waist. He prefers to wear it down most times, letting it catch in the wind just right (Yes, sometimes the right entrance is just what you need), though more often than not, he finds himself simply having to tie his hair up into a high ponytail.
Loose strands flutter down to frame his face, sometimes falling into suspiciously narrowed eyes. His eyes are rather striking to anyone who is seeing him for the first time. One eye is an icy blue, and in fact, it seems at times as though he can’t see as well out of that particular eye. Prior to his change of heart, it was an obvious weakness, however, over the years he honed his skills until it became hard to tell. His left eye is a brilliant amethyst, reminiscent of his mother’s strikingly pretty eyes, (or so his adoptive mother told him). He may have been an exact replica of his father as far as the village was concerned, but his left eye was uniquely remnant of his mother. His features border on the edge of feminine, only a careful sharpening, the angled chin and sharply angled nose, keep his features from crossing that careful line. His face is often expressionless, only a subtle narrowing of the eyes tends to give away his emotions. He’s carefully guarded in that regard. However, sometimes when he thinks no one may be watching, that wistful expression steals onto his face. Each of his ears are pierced, two silver hoops dangling in each. There’s no practical reason for them, beyond his personal preference. He’s extremely protective of his face, and even a small scratch is enough to incite a rage. After all, they don’t call him Vayne the Vain for nothing.
His body is still long and lanky, much like when he was younger, however, in the five years that have passed, he’s grown a bit of muscular definition and tone. It’s doubtful that he’ll ever become a hulking swordsman, but for the time being, he’s gained enough strength to match his wits in combat. His skin is evenly tanned, remnant of his days passed carelessly in the Northern Forests. Nowadays, he spends less time hurrying to help others, and more time training carefully to deal with the next threat. He stands at an average five foot ten, though there is something in the way that he carries himself that tends to make him seem larger, somehow even the tallest of men feel bowed in his presence. He has an almost visible layer of electricity to him, simply touching him could be enough to trigger his seemingly prickly exterior.
Rather than draping his body in the traditional heavy armor of a king or warrior, Vayne prefers to wear loose expensive clothing. He’s left behind the dusty, dirt-packed cloaks of his youth and graduated on to clothes more befitting of a king. His shirts are often flowing material of silk, loose-sleeves and falling down past his knees. Not exactly clothes fitting for one with a task such as his. However, he grew tired of living in near poverty during his travels, while the nobles and others of their ilk were able to enjoy the finer things of life. Even if his cause is a noble cause, he sees no reason why he should have to sacrifice anymore in order to accomplish his goal. On his fingers, he wears three rings. One was his mother’s, given to her by his father as a gift. Apparently it had been the man’s mark of nobility when he’d lived in Aeon, a symbol of what he was willing to give up to keep her by his side forever. The second ring was given to him by his adoptive mother before he left home. The last gift she would ever give him. His last and final ring was the only thank you gift he ever received on his journey, given to him by a small girl who looked like she could barely afford to part with it.
Of course, he always keeps the Time Keeper by his side. It doesn’t have the same power it had when he first claimed it from the Keeper’s Palace, however, it’s his. Even if he didn’t fulfill the task set out for him, he earned the right to the sword through the sacrifices he made. And anyone who wants to claim the sword can pry it from his cold dead fingers. He carries it on his hip usually, whether he’s readying himself for an attack or, dressed rather lavishly to strategize. His attire when he’s preparing to attack is much more practical. A pair of boots and well fitting pantsm and of course a properly dramatic cloak. You never know when you’ll miss the opportunity to make an appropriately dramatic entrance.
● × ● INTERNAL AFFAIRS
›› Ω ‹‹ || Beyond The Pretty Face ;;
-[I need a hero]-
What signals the death of innocence? Is there a ringing of bells? A dramatic clash of violins? Nothing, that’s what. Innocence often dies a quick painful death in the face of the truth. When Vayne first left the forests, he still had hope, still had dreams. So what if he was following the steps destiny told him to take, he had a greater purpose didn’t he? Wasn’t that a wonderful thing? Did it make him selfish to want more? To want to have something good happen for him for once? He’d loved once, had cared once. But in the face of reality, those feelings and emotions are nothing but weaknesses. People will twist your urge to help them into something for their own use. They will use you and throw you away. So why shouldn’t Vayne do the same? It seems only fair and right after all. The slaughter at the Sun Shrine was only the beginning really. He doesn’t consider his thoughts selfish. After all, everyone else has the right to sit around and wait for a hero to come and save them. Why shouldn’t he expect something in return? The joy of saving the world is hardly enough in return. Because of this, most people often see him as selfish and rather nefarious. They simply don’t understand that he sees beyond their short-sighted vision. For the most part, he’s managed to either scare the legion or convince them with stirring speeches why they should stay loyal to him. Hey, being a tyrant is hard work, one that no one tends to appreciate.
-[I’m holding out for a hero ‘til the end of the night]-
Some would call Vayne evil, but he doesn’t quite agree with that term. Evil is after all, only a state of opinion. Sure, to them his plans may not exactly seem the best, but really, Vayne does know what’s best. In fact, he considers himself far from evil. After all, he prefers not to kill. Sure there was the Sun Shrine, but that was simply the only way to accomplish his goal, that’s how he rationalizes it. In fact, to any person who’s ever called him evil to his face, he’s often asked them why they view him that way. It’s only a word, so it doesn’t bother him as much, especially since the common people tend to be too stupid or simple to realize what it is that they need. Vayne is determined to give them what they need, whether they’re ready for it or not. Nothing can stop Vayne on his task. Not the sight of a crying child, nor the sight of an opponent standing before him. He may not care for violence very much, but destiny has already set him up to become a martyr, so he’ll become one, just not in the way they expect. Vayne has no patience for people who speak of a world they’d like to see. He has no patience for the commoners that watch him through their windows, fear and hate evident in their eyes. He much prefers those who put action to their words. Like the Dark King, he’s proven to be a worthy adversary, even if he’s destined to fall by Vayne’s hand. Oh well, its fun to watch him try. Vayne tends to be extremely opportunistic. Life has taught him that those who wait get nothing at all. When there was a power vacuum following the fall of the Dark King, he took advantage of it. People honestly thought that things would change under his rule. Maybe he had some sort of explanation for the slaughter at the Sun Shrine, but Vayne couldn’t be bothered with the thoughts and feelings of a bunch of cowards to busy hiding in their houses when the legion came through to take their freedom away from them. Everyone seems to expects something for nothing. Think that freedom will just fall into their weak hands when they do nothing to reach for it. Vayne took advantage of that trust, and then proceeded in much the same way as his predecessor. The old Vayne would never had done such a thing. Kyley had been a trusting soul, more than happy to help others for nothing in return. But Kyley was a fool. Vayne often tends to think of his life in chapters, and he’s on his most brilliant and spectacular chapter yet. They always foretold that he’d do great things. They had no idea really.
-[He’s gotta be strong]-
Outwardly show of emotion? Tears? Anger? Ha. Those feelings are merely for weaklings. Vayne’s expression is always calm, even in the most dangerous of situations. After all, if he isn’t calm, how can he control the legion? He’s grown up from that small boy who raged all over the shrine, but that’s not to say that somewhere deep down inside of him, that anger doesn’t still exist. He simply has better control. Vayne has some very strong opinions of what makes a leader, and has incorporated his ideals into his outside character. He’s always calm, and tells everyone else that they should act the same. The only time anyone will ever see him outside of that carefully built wall of calmness is when he’s giving speeches. There are so many things that bother him about how the world has shaped itself, and that anger and irritation comes out in the manner of stirring speeches. Which is ironic, because other than the speeches, he often prefers to be by himself. Outside of planning and dealing with his legion, Vayne prefers to spend as little time with people as possible. People in a word, suck. Too often their either trying to find some way to usurp his position or plot and scheme to see how they can take advantage and get something for themselves out of it all. It’s rather hypocritical, but that fact really irritates him. He’s at least trying to do something good, they only want to increase their riches. What he hates even more are the girls who think that they can redeem him. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone seeing past the mask of emotions he allows people to see of him, and attempting to do so tends to make him rather prickly.
-[And he’s gotta be fast]-
The selfish hero who abandoned all of the people counting on him so that he could simply gain power. The selfish hero who didn’t understand that people had pinned all of their hopes on his small shoulders. Vayne simply laughs at these accusations, made by people too busy hiding in their homes and waiting for someone to come and save them. Sure, he might be selfish, aren’t all humans innately selfish? Don’t we all secretly want someone else to come and take care of all our problems so that we don’t have to do a thing at all? Don’t have to lift a finger in our own defense? That’s part of the problem after all, everyone wants power, but no one wants to do the work to do it. Instead, they’d rather spend their lives living off the backs of the less fortunate. But that’s okay, Vayne is determined that he has the answer to that anyway. It’s his easy confidence in himself and his plan that makes him seem especially arrogant at times. He alone knows what’s best for everyone. Sometimes, the path to saving others can be a bit uncomfortable for all involved. No matter what plan he’d gone along with, destiny’s plan, or his own, someone would have suffered. That’s while he’ll fix it all so no one suffers. Of course, his plan could have more far-reaching consequences, but as far as Vayne can plan, he doesn’t really see the effects of his actions in the long run.
-[And he’s gotta be fresh from the fight.]-
As much as Vayne believes that he’s left Kyley far behind, the truth is that beneath that prickly exterior, he’s still that innocent kid that wants nothing more than to help others. He tends to suppress that urge most times, people aren’t deserving of his help, but still, the urge is still there. He has almost no idea or concern as far as romance is concerned. He’s never met anyone who made his heart beat except for the Dark King, though he’s dismissed that as excitement that his plan would finally come to fruition. He spends quite a bit of time playing the Dark King, preferring to think of it as an attempt to distract him. Others have already commented that he seems to have an odd obsession with the former leader, but he simply blushes and denies it. He has no need for dethroned leaders and their toys. Inner Vayne can also be rather childish at times. He’s constantly trying to prove himself, that he’s more than worthy to be a leader. Anyone in the legion who questions his authority is taken care of. Not killed, that would be too easy. No, they’re made to understand why Vayne’s way is the right way. He’s a benevolent ruler, after all, he has all the time in the world to make them understand.
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Life Before ;;
[K◦y◦l◦e◦y]
What makes a Hero? Is it brave deeds? Courage? Or a great destiny lying before them like an open road. A path waiting to be taken. Is the difference between becoming a hero and remaining ordinary a mere misstep on the path of Destiny? If it were simply the difference between a step, There’s nothing Vayne would like to go back and take that one step. The one step that would change everything, his so-called Destiny, the present, the future? What is Destiny but some higher power trying to justify why someone must suffer? And who has suffered more than Vayne for the great fate Destiny has planned for him? When his father left his home in Aeon, it was to grow. He, with a child’s romantic vision, somehow believed that taking the journey would somehow make him a man, a man that he could be proud of. He hadn’t anticipated that he’d fall for her. She was a very simple girl, not at all beautiful like the women he’d met in Aeon Kingdom, and still he found himself drawn to her. There was a calming air about her, even when she scolded him for being selfish, or laughed gently at his macho posturing. She was far from perfect, and even so, he found himself falling more and more for her charms. She said that her family had chosen to live in Daijin City because they would have the chance to help travelers. He didn’t quite understand the altruistic urge, but he did know he wanted to remain by her side forever.
They had one child, a small boy with a tuft of soft black hair and eyes of different color. Some said it was the mark of a cursed union. After all, Vayne’s father was clearly not of their tribe. But both parents believed that their baby was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen. His different color eyes were a mark of a great destiny, beyond what anyone in the city could imagine. When Kyley, this was before everything changed, when life could be simple and happy, closed his eyes, he could hear his mother’s voice whispering to him, sweet and melodic, “My precious baby, you have a destiny beyond what they understand. You will be great. Your name will echo for generations to come.” When he closes his eyes, he can still smell her scent, the scent of the forest clinging to her clothes. He can still smell the smoky scent of his father, still hear his gravelly voice as he crooned softly to his baby when he thought no one was listening. Unfortunately, these remained the only memories Kyley had of his parents, not even memories of their faces, simply fading sensory memories. His parents died before he reached the age of four.
It was supposed to be a happy time. He was getting a little brother. At that age Kyley couldn’t quite understand what a little brother was (a new kind of food), but it certainly sounded exciting, and everyone else seemed excited. His father had taken to throwing him up exuberantly into the air while telling him he had to be a big boy and help his mother out. That was after all, a man’s task. His mother would simply shake her head and spend long lengths of time simply holding Kyley close to her. Sometimes, he could see a look of pain cross her face, but he couldn’t quite understand the cause. And then it all became clear. On the day that his little brother was due to arrive (from the bakery?) There seemed an unusual amount of hustle and bustle around his home. But their expressions were changing. There wasn’t the seeming impenetrable wall of happiness anymore. It had changed to frantic expressions and worried gestures. Even as a child, Kyley had understood that something was very wrong. And then, the hustle ended, but the tension hung heavily on the house. He hadn’t seen his parents for hours. Finally, weighed down by the sadness he didn’t quite understand, Kyley began to cry, and one of the women nearby took him up in her arms. “Poor boy realizes he’s lost his mother.” He didn’t really understand it, what loss was, but he knew he wanted his mother, wanted her to comfort him and tell him everything would be okay. He soon came to understand that his mother wasn’t coming back. No matter what they tried to say, he knew it was because he’d done something wrong. Something to make his mother want to go away from him. His father would spend long periods of time staring outside, and one night, Kyley could feel his lips brush against his forehead. He remembers reaching up for a hug. He’d always remembered that hug because it was the last one he ever received from his father. He left that night, and never returned. Some said he went to be with Kyley’s mother. At the tender age of almost-four, Kyley was alone.
They whispered amongst themselves when they thought Kyley couldn’t understand the words they used. Selfish they called his father. Selfish to leave a small child alone. Some called it romantic. He couldn’t stand to be without his lover, and in desperation had sought to be by her side for eternity. The latter of course was whispered amongst young girls as they went about their daily chores. But no matter what it may have been, a selfish urge or a romantic desperation, nothing could change the fact that Kyley was very much alone. He’d been taken in by the woman who’d cared for his mother while she’d suffered through childbirth, had taken care of Kyley and his father after his mother’s death. She was a nice lady, however, she wasn’t his mother. Her voice was not sweet and melodic, it grated on Kyley’s young ears. She did not smell of the forest, when she hugged him, he could only smell the scent of dirt and sweat. But no amount of wishing could bring his parents back to him.
[H◦e◦r◦o]
Instead, his new mother brought him back to a small village in the Northern Forests. There, the sadness gradually faded away along with the memories. Until his parents were nothing more than senses, until he could no longer recall their faces. Other children spoke of wanting to go beyond the small village of whose name he can’t even recall these days, but Kyley had no desire to do so. He was happy where he was, where the memories of his parents were the strongest. Perhaps he would have been content in that village forever, found himself married to some faceless village girl. His life would have gone on simply unremarkable if not for his adoptive mother falling sick. Even though they assured him the healers would be able to help her, he couldn’t help remembering how they had been unable to save his mother in the past. He hurried to find some sort of herb that might be able to help her, unfortunately, unfamiliar with the forests, he quickly grew lost. Just when he was about to give up and take a rest, he ran into a strange figure. Before he could ask if she needed help, the person stared up at him with a dreamy smile. Her eyes were so intense that he could almost swear she was staring straight into him. And with that, she spoke her cursed words.
He tried to forget them as he stumbled his way back home. Tried to put them into the back of his mind. As wonderful as the idea of being the fated hero was, he couldn’t help but feel the smallest kernel of trepidation. But the words wouldn’t leave his mind. It was his fate, his destiny. Could he ever really escape destiny? Disheartened, he set off on his journey. His adoptive mother cried and begged him not to leave, but even his love for her couldn’t stop destiny. During his journey though, he couldn’t help the anger and irritation that coursed through him. Everyone else was free to go about their happy lives, but he was the only person who had to suffer. During his journey, he received news that his adoptive mother had died. That small little sickness that they’d assured him the healers could fix. That small illness that he’d forgotten about in his worry over the prophecy. He nearly turned back then. But he couldn’t. Not when destiny awaited.
[V◦a◦y◦n◦e]
During his journey he heard a tale, a chance to make it all right again. To go back and fix it all. So the people feared war did they? Kyley began avoiding towns, avoiding other people. It was hard to see them, to see their lives going by so peacefully when his was falling apart around him. Even he wasn’t quite sure what his plan was. When he heard of the Sun Shrine, he simply thought maybe he’d simply visit there, request to see the scripture. Surely they would grant the request of the Hero himself. However, they refused to. No one could be allowed to see the scripts, they were much too powerful. It was the final straw as far as Kyley was concerned. He was their supposed hero wasn’t he? He’d suffered to fight an enemy they were too afraid to deal with. He’d done everything destiny had told him to do, and still, he wasn’t allowed to even accomplish his own goals. It never occurred to him that was he was doing was wrong. They’d asked him to save the world hadn’t they? They couldn’t argue over his methods then. The slaughter at the Sun Shrine was simply the beginning.
What happened next mattered not to Kyley, now Vayne. Kyley had died that day, in the shower of blood and echoing screams. He imagined Kyley as that innocent boy who’d lived happily in the Northern Forests, completely unaware of what lie in the world outside. The innocence had been shattered now. The world had made sure of that. While the Dark King took over the world, Vayne worked his hardest to translate the scripts. Gradually, he began to realize that he would need something else to accomplish his plan. That, and the Dark King was starting to become an irritation. When he traveled to castle, it wasn’t the cries of the people’s pain he heard, it wasn’t their desperate pleas for someone to save them from the oppression of the Dark King. All he heard was the sound of his plan coming together. However, when he’d taken the castle, the useless Time Keeper in his hands, he realized something. In his plan, he was nearly about to fulfill that horrid destiny. Instead, he let the Dark King go, why kill that pathetic creature, after all, it wasn’t like the Dark King was an impediment to his plan.
And now he had the power he’d desired. Now he could finally execute his plan, especially with the remaining guardians by his side. So long as he can manage to keep the Dark King distracted...
● × ● TO BEFRIEND
›› Ω ‹‹ || For The Smiles ;;
- ♚ Rich things such as silks and expensive foods
♚ His supposed freedom
♚ The country
♚ Being in charge
♚ Clean places
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Secret Pleasure ;;
- ♚ Home-cooked meals, even more when he cooks them himself.
♚ Cleaning, he got used to it when he was younger.
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Darkest Hour ;;
- ♚ The City
♚ People
♚ The idea of fate
♚ Fighting someone else’s battle
›› Ω ‹‹ || Scream Bloody Murder ;;
- ♚ Following the footsteps fate has set out for him.
♚ Failing in his task
♚ Becoming someone’s pawn.
›› Ω ‹‹ || And Sometimes, Just For Fun ;;
- ♚ Bothering the Dark King
♚ Practicing his fighting
♚ Planning
● × ● IMAGINED STRENGTH
›› Ω ‹‹ || The Killer Intent ;;
- Vayne’s weapon is the Time Keeper that he took from the Keeper’s Palace. It lost it’s effectiveness long ago, trust him, he’s definitely tried to see if he can use it’s power. So instead, it simply operates as an extremely powerful sword that not only is indestructible, but reminds people of his status as a former hero. He carries a second sword that isn’t nearly as important as the Time Keeper. He prefers not to use the Time Keeper to settle what he thinks of as petty squabbles. It’s more of a symbolic sword anyway.
›› Ω ‹‹ || Flows In The Blood ;;
- Fire // Magma. It’s always stung a bit that he didn’t inherit his mother’s abilities.
›› Ω ‹‹ || To Be A Child of God ;;
- Inferno
Fire. An uncontrollable and destructive force. Except for in Vayne’s hands. No one can fully control fire of course, but with intense concentration, Vayne is capable of directing where the fire rages, making them smaller or bigger. Creating the fire is always a bit tricky however, and involves a lot of concentration.
Smoke Screen
Sometimes, all it takes is a little smoke to avoid an explosion. Vayne can produce this smoke by heating the air around him and in the resulting concealment, escape. It can also serve as a distraction, choking people with thick plumes.
Magma
The shaking ground, the frightening rumbling. Don’t worry, it’s not an earthquake. It’s simply the sound of magma being pulled from the ground. The ground seems to split open, and from it emerges a large seeming rock warrior. If you were to touch it, your fingers would be burned. In fact, the warrior is made of cooling magma, capable of not only melting the simplest of metals, but it has a horrible affect on Vayne himself.
Living Flame
When Vayne utterly loses himself, he himself becomes a living flame. During these times, a weapon does not matter to him, and he loses all sign of reason. He becomes completely frenzied, attacking his enemy with his bare fists until they’re gone. This only happens when someone important to him is in danger or his emotions are pushed to peak. There are very few people who can calm him down in this state.
›› Ω ‹‹ || It’s All Physical Baby ;;
- Vayne prefers not to fight with his fists. What his intimidating manner can’t earn him, his sword can accomplish, there’s no reason to bring actual hand-to-hand violence into it. That’s not to say he’s not capable of defending himself physically however. It’d be rather hard not to after all, all that time spent adventuring.
● × ● OF WORDS, OF TUNE
›› Ω ‹‹ || By The Book, By The Heart ;;
- “Only fools wait for others to act.”
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Secret Melody ;;
- {Ugly} – The Exies
›› Ω ‹‹ || In Recording ;;
- Painting a picture in shades of maroon and darkmagenta
● × ● HANDS OF DESTINY
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Mere Pawn ;;
- Oh how the [h e r o] has FALLEN
›› Ω ‹‹ || A Mediator of Fate ;;
- Makoren
Makoren
x__lethargically sardonic
s h e e p !
That time has passed
The peaceful you is here
_YOUR DARKEST DAYS------✶
The peaceful you is here
_YOUR DARKEST DAYS------✶
*licks Vayne's profile* It hath been claimed by me xDD
It's already alright. Don't fight anymore
Because I am you
Because I am you
✶------KIBOU NO HIKARI_
northernliights
farewell sweet prince
Big Duck
m i s s __ m e r r y
farewell sweet prince
Big Duck
m i s s __ m e r r y