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          Her hand cradle the broken glass carefully as she used her free hand to tuck raven strands behind her ear. Turning back to look at the woman, she offered a warm smile. 

                       ”Why wouldn’t I be? It wasn’t your fault. It was an accident.”

 ›  › ( ♐ ) ;;

            Azure observes the woman as she works, guilt lingering with each glance stolen. For someone who had been trained to hunt for a good portion of her life, she still ended up being clumsy. Note to self: step up your game, start focusing more often.

           When the woman actually spoke to her, lips remained shut as the thoughts were being processed for a moment.

             “Where I come from accidents are … dangerous, they are not taken so lightly.”

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Suzume Yosano | Different Hairstyles
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b e i n g. q u e u e.

littles things about hnr ~ Suzume’s style.

littles things about hnr ~ Suzume’s style.

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b e i n g. q u e u e.
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b e i n g. ( M Y LITTLE ARCHER )

your words in my head, knives in my heart
you build me up and then I fall apart
'cause I'm only human

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b e i n g. q u e u e.

 I can protect myself…

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b e i n g. ( boss ass bitch plays in the back ground tbh )
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t a l e n t. ( y esssssss )



    ᴀʜ, ᴊᴇ ne dirais pas ça — it simply makes for troublesome travel conditions.”


 ›  › ( ♐ ) ;;

            “Hrm, je comprends. Do not let it disrupt your day, though. It will go away soon …

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mxgnifique m i n i.

ʟᴇ sᴄéʟéʀᴀᴛ ;;

;; combat—boots

                                    {  And G o d knows I’m not dying but I bleed now.

›  › ( ♐ ) ;;

        The night was young, however the moon still illuminated the streets. Regardless, that gave no reason for  there to be rustling of the trees. With no wind and no precipitation … that only meant one thing: danger. It lurked just around the corner with an intention of pursuing it’s target in the evening. She was no fool, though. Ira had been trained, after all; she was wiser than most her age.

        The sound of footsteps grew louder as they approached her, a silhouette of a male now in her line of vision. Bow and arrow is promptly risen; target acquired.

         “You move, I shoot


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T: le scélérat ( i hope this is okay! ) xcombatboots


Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes.

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b e i n g. q u e u e.