For Lance: Armor that most people give up trying to get through, subtle sadness, self sacrifice, and warm hugs. For Dest: Ink stained fingers and vanilla, gentle hands and determined willpower. For Steph: Ancient ruins and carbuncles, ink stains and the drive to be better. For Alex: Knives and sharp words, booze and trying to forget, confused by love and support. :3

On By destiney1984
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Lance frowns. “Nothing is wrong with my armor. Protection is necessary.”

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Destiney laughs and shakes her head. “I think they mean the emotional kind. Not the stuff you wear. Even if that is difficult too.” Gently pats Lance’s shoulder. “I think they got us both pegged pretty well.”

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Stefan rolls his eyes at the both of them. “Mine is acceptable.” Esper giving a pleased look at his caster.

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Alex crosses his arms and huffs softly. “I’m not confused… Much… I accept the rest. Hells… Now I need some booze.”

[ Go on Anon and Describe my Muse’s Aesthetic ]

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