#tenaciousquaintrelle

[aesalis-archive-blog]

( @tenacious--quaintrelle )

       ❝ I-I didn’t mean to bump into you! I’m very sorry! ❞

[resonantia-silentium-blog]

@tenacious--quaintrelle

‧⁚ ☽ ❛ you could stand to look more frightened. ❜ it was too boring this way    too simple. and if there was anything that noise thrived upon it was the DRAMATIC. if she was to threaten her, she expected shivers    screams    begging for her life at least. ☾ ⁚‧

[seersister]

@tenacious--quaintrelle || CONTINUED.

“Well -- no, I haven’t. actually. I suppose you could say I’m rather...sheltered.”

[✠] It’s a quick lie: one doesn’t simply say they’re a long way from the time they were born in, after all. Thin fingers gently grasp the offered food items, eyes scanning them over before the woman places one in her palm and the other is raised to her lips.

A moment of hesitation, followed by lips parting so teeth could bite down and snap in half the small snack. There’d come a delighted noise -- Dindrane supposed these were one bit of the modern era she could certainly be thankful for. She goes through the crisped goods quickly, finding herself smiling afterwards. [✠]

“Thank you -- those were really tasty.”

[mettatoniic02]

@tenacious--quaintrelle is a rude ass -- jerk ass -- mess up ass witch ok? She calls me out on how my blog was finally aLIGNED AND THAT’S SO RUDE IM HONESTLY SO OFFENDED RIGHT NOW. :(

[lackinghp-blog]

@tenacious--quaintrelle just... wanted a starter. didn’t even like anything, like a noob.

two tired eyesockets stared at the girl running around the house in a hurry, grabbing her college bag and coat ( ending in the poor coathanger thrown onto the ground. savage. ) before running outside, barely closing the door behind her. he blinked. then again. there’s no way she has schoolwork to do during a sunday. he’s sure she even told him what days she had college - mostly cause he was curious - and the sundays were free days. or, is his memory messing with him? hell if he knew.

... however, hearing the door slowly creak open once more made his first assumption make sense. she did tell him sundays were off. she’d just made a mistake today, which made him smirk.

     * did’ya remember it’s sunday? pretty sure you don’t have classes t’day.

yeah, he was sure she’d get pissy, but it was so fun to anger her sometimes. if he could press all the right buttons for angering her, he’d probably do it. one would wonder if he has a death wish, and the answer was one for another day.

[metempsychosxs]

tenacious--quaintrelle

                                   “Long time, no see, Miss Ballantyne.”

       The illusionist sprawled out across the couch-- flipping idly through pages of information (nothing too incriminating, he noted-- all actual work would be much more guarded), “I see you’ve been busy recently~ Have others been too demanding of you, Sunshine~?”

[roselionne-blog]

                       @tenacious--quaintrelle

       “My, and here I thought everybody was sleeping already. Pandora’s so quiet during this time of the night.”

          Her words indicate that she obviously has been here before, that she has managed to break into the building in the past, and that’s just precisely what she wants her comment to convey. Adding salt to the wound is one of the ways she deals with the bitterness Pandora inspires within her, the idea that they stole what once was hers; how they paraded around calling her family monsters. They deserve to know their security systems are shit.

                        “You keeping guard in here? Alone? How boring~”

[hiiddeneyes]

@tenacious--quaintrelle

     waiting was not a problem for him, though he did have to admit sitting on a chair in one of the hallways of Pandora headquarters without a book was testing his resistance to boredom. He hated having to accompany Elliot there when he had to meet with his father: their conversations always occurred in private, and the valet was therefore left on his own outside the room, often in silent and empty corridors. 

      Oh well. He would not be a great interlocutor anyway.

[oculimalis-blog]

@tenacious--quaintrelle

       The moonlight && night --- such an amazing combination. Lacie always enjoyed watching stars from her tower for it was the only thing she could do in that prison of hers. But now, she was walking around under the silver moonlight to meet yet another old friend of hers.   ( Oh, how it has been since she last saw that woman’s beautiful smile? )   Her light steps were almost like cat’s && her red eyes were reflecting the moon in them. Such beautiful night today was. A perfect night for mysterious Baskerville to finally begin her journey once again. Step after the step && finally she could see the one who she was supposed to meet: ASHA. Ah, the name forever will be held in Lacie’s head. Such unique & beautiful name for the strong lady.     ❝ Were you waiting long, my dear Asha? You haven’t changed. Still as beautiful as ever. ❞

[ghostlyanon]

@tenacious--quaintrelle

[garnetdesolation-archive]

Don't mind having the brunette reach up to cup his face, bring his face down in order to kiss his cheek. Something of a sigh leaving her lips before pulling away, "I haven't done that in awhile,"

       “ Ahhh... Asha, I may blush from this sudden attention~ ”, he’s smiling contently, pulling her back for a kiss to her cheek and practically purring. “ You should do it more often~ ”

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tenacious--quaintrelle replied

CLUTCHES MY FUCKING HEART

rip in pieces, lindsay. :3c

[mettatoniic02]

🍟 [ oh yes she did ]

STEALING’S AGAINST THE RULES.

    OH? DARING TO live dangerously on edge, are we?     Singular pink iris watches as she swipes the fry from his plate, but he doesn’t move an inch to untangle his fingers to retrieve the stolen fry from her. Oh, no. Instead, he hums. Amused, as he moves to take two fries from her plate as REVENGE, popping them in his mouth, smirking TRIUMPHANTLY as he chews, staring back at her.  Fite him, Helen.

[roselionne-blog]

tenacious--quaintrelle replied to your post: *massive shrug*

GRABS U AND HUGS AGGRESSIVELY

ajksldjsdk *clings to* omg hi babe ;v;

[preisque-archives-blog]

The man’s rigid, all tense muscles and taut posture. He sits on a stool much too small for his stature, his eyes focused on a flickering incandescent light shining its much-too yellow glare across the room. Such a stillness doesn’t suit him and for the second time opens his mouth to make an unnecessary interjection. ❛ How much longer should this take? ❜

[cassenavire-blog]

                                             ;;     @tenacious–quaintrelle​

        Dance balls and social gatherings seemed ever so TEDIOUS;; perhaps the very same label one might use on the young Duke who decided not to take direct part in the motions of dancers, lovers, friends or mere acquaintances. His eyes reflected the constant shades and colours twirling and spinning in a well-thought dance while the stoic features of his pale face remained ever so (he had not even taken a sip from the cherry-red glass of wine in his right hand.)                                              Truth be told;; he would not have taken part in making his appearance tonight if it were not for the sake of his title. A man of such position needed to show his face. Another thing he thought TEDIOUS. Without further choice of wasting his precious time, he turned his shoulder to the crowd and retreated to the balcony where his face would be greeted by the chilly breeze of fresh air and safety. He was not alone out here, however.                                     “Ah, excuse me.”