Tonight, thimblëa’s jiwoo and heisenbërg’s carmen randomly go out together 🌥🏠 We have a pleasant evening walk and talk with laughter in every path we pass that leaves our mark with joy <3
We ended up having dinner in a random restaurant and surprisingly it's totaally ten out of ten for the restaurant!! We kept talking about random things and laughing just like when we walked together earlier. Also, we take photos of each other and make joyful memories in my cameras that i always carry on. 📸🤍
We ended up having dinner in a random restaurant and surprisingly it's totaally ten out of ten for the restaurant!! We kept talking about random things and laughing just like when we walked together earlier. Also, we take photos of each other and make joyful memories in my cameras that i always carry on. 📸🤍
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gewd meowniingg, beyiss!
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BËRG. | Blekr 14.4 ft. FERAL: DRAGONLØRD
ᛋᛏᚱᛁᚦ: “STEEL '⅋ SALT ENDURE..”
Saga of Frostbound Skies,
Kindled by Hearthfire & Silent Stjörnur.↻
Before runes found a name, before a bone—carved compass ever trembled, only a saga endured within the glow of eldr of a dreki that chooses the rider, never the reverse. ۬۟۬ 𖤦ᰰ Raised on half spoken sögur and storm bound varnaðarorð, on salt worn charts and weather split leiðir, beneath stars that never break oath nor ljós. @Ningrounds @RosierGateau @TheMarelique Thus began the ferð—not by sail, nor by oar but by hunger rooted deep within the soul, while örlög sharpened its unseen blade in shadow. For the North does not beckon the untested. It tempers. It tries. And when flame weds sky, no rider is born—only chosen.
[ . . . ] E. 793 ː HEISENBËRG. 𖡹⭛
ᛋᛏᚱᛁᚦ: “STEEL '⅋ SALT ENDURE..”
Saga of Frostbound Skies,
Kindled by Hearthfire & Silent Stjörnur.↻
Before runes found a name, before a bone—carved compass ever trembled, only a saga endured within the glow of eldr of a dreki that chooses the rider, never the reverse. ۬۟۬ 𖤦ᰰ Raised on half spoken sögur and storm bound varnaðarorð, on salt worn charts and weather split leiðir, beneath stars that never break oath nor ljós. @Ningrounds @RosierGateau @TheMarelique Thus began the ferð—not by sail, nor by oar but by hunger rooted deep within the soul, while örlög sharpened its unseen blade in shadow. For the North does not beckon the untested. It tempers. It tries. And when flame weds sky, no rider is born—only chosen.
[ . . . ] E. 793 ː HEISENBËRG. 𖡹⭛
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