&& 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐍.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀❝That same old crowd was ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ like a cold dark cloud.❞ an independent and descriptive portrayal of afton. twilight + multiverse. mature and dark themes ahead.

Every picture he takes is a thirst trap.

Poor thing. A gentle pat to his back. “If it helps, you aren’t the worst looking person here.”

“You’re excused.” He responded gently, as if breaking horrible news to a friend. “I know it’s a lot for someone to come to terms with.”

“I mean, I get it—not everyone can be attractive. Men like us just have to understand that.”

Is he trying to make a grown man break down? “——4/10?” Please.

His gaze faltered, and he cupped his own cheek. “. . .6/10?”

“——why is my face so startling to you?” He’s waving a hand in front of said face. “It’s a solid 7/10!”

Aro visibly grimaced when I walked by him today. I asked him if he was okay, and the response I received was ‘I don’t believe I’ll ever get used to seeing your face’. I’ve been here for centuries.

. . .he’d prefer to do it by himself.

will that help break the bond ?

it’s okay—really.

if anyone needs him, he’ll be throwing himself off of the balcony.

. . .

yet she loves him for it.

to die by her hands. what bliss.

wha—he was looking at a picture of her.

saw someone so pretty he cried.

"––aro. i might even hug him."

he's glancing back towards her. "oh, i'm going to ( thank ) him."

. . . oh. "i'll be back in a little bit."