Ford.

♱ | ❝do not pity the dead, pity the living.❞ ⇥ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ & ʟɪᴛ. ᴏᴄ's ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ. ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. sʜɪᴘs ᴡ/ᴄʜᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇᴛ.

[[@SelfAwareBeauty.]] — Sasha. "God bless your beautiful soul."

[[@SelfAwareBeauty.]] — Instantly, and fore he began smoking, an angelic woman emerged out of nowhere — not a woman, truly, a goddess. —

[[@SelfAwareBeauty.]] — pockets and clutched his lighter and cigar. Abe required something to assist him to free that dreadful headache. —

[[@SelfAwareBeauty.]] — existence of peers around him more times than he could imagine. Abe expanded his left arm near one of his shirt —

[[@SelfAwareBeauty.]] — know, Abe was what you categorize as a player, an exceptional one, too. He played with his existence and the —

[[@SelfAwareBeauty.]] — alternative demeanor. An opposing demeanor, the troop would stay powerful, the infantry lost their superior. You —

[[@SelfAwareBeauty.]] — figure of bravery would transform into a corrupt figure. Abandoning his companion sent the fella into an —

[[@SelfAwareBeauty.]] — a new day. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — [[ #Starter. ]] After neglecting a dearest one, the husky mortal that was once branded a —

❪ Thank you, darlin'.

☤ | You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not. @SelfAwareBeauty

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — compressed his face into the palms of his hands, wailing damp whimpers.

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — only to be paired with the vision of headless figurines on the concrete, side by side. He fell backward and —

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — Abraham shut his eyes briefly, squeezing the brim of his nose to alleviate the anxiety constructing in his mind, —

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — next to her. His features were, gloomy, gentle, his visage colorless and exhausted. "You should get some rest," —

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — guide them into the Wolves' grasp. "They're dead," the sergeant muttered harshly, dilly-dallying before kneeling —

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — was going to be alright, but he couldn't achieve the words to comfort her, not after /he'd/ been the individual to —

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — bother to confess, hoodwinked into an inaccurate perception of protection. He wanted to notify her that everything —

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — ultimately secure, only to be surprised by the herd and his troop. It had occurred various times than he'd —

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — Abraham's nostrils – something about the fragrance prompted him of the military era, when he believed they were –

❪ @SelfAwareBeauty. ❫ — it had furthermore ignited an entire fire into the Alexandrian's. The scent of blood and rotten flesh penetrated —