#radioxactive: amara

[ameliorenous]

pausing, glass just a hair’s breath away from his lips, crowley STOPS not even BOTHERING to turn around. he lowers the glass a little, calling over his shoulder. ❛ come to kill me, have you? what? was i NOT a good uncle? did i NOT provide ENOUGH souls for you to consume? ❜

*·°☆. @radioxactive : amara; the hounds are snarling~

[essentiamortis-arch]

CLOSED STARTER for @radioxactive​ (amara)

elizabeth sat on a bench in the greenhouse; she didn’t dare touch any other of the plants. the single flower she held in her hand had died soon as she picked it up. she was afraid to move, afraid that if she moved even a the smallest; the dead flower would crumble in her palm. she glances over at the woman who entered, “i didn’t mean too...i don’t think flowers like me very much.” the girl muses, a look of defeat in her eyes as she glances back down at the flower: hard to believe the flower was once a primrose that had just bloomed. 

[abscntee-a]

@radioxactive-main replied to your post:

amara vc: more like deadbeat daddy.

i can’t believe you’ve done this