The next day Alex would find a single green thread placed where the rose had laid.

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“…”

First a rose. Now a green thread. Surely it couldn’t just be chance. Not in the exact same spot. Poking the thread with the tip of a throwing knife just to be safe before picking it up off the ledge. He tossed it onto the counter with a scowl towards it. Surely someone was messing with him. Hopefully? It made him even more paranoid now that it was two days in a row and different items. Whoever was messing with him was making him angry.

“Blood coward. If this is your way of sending me a message, just come out an say it.” Muttering the words as he once more checked all the locks and traps. For now he planned to keep the thread till he figured out what the message was and who was sending it. Going to sharpen his knives he kept hidden about the apartment.

(XD This is making him so paranoid and I’m dying laughing at my poor boy. <3)

Fairy Tale Aesthetic – Alexois

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Brother’s Grimm Version

Bold what applies to your muse and REPOST !

SNOW WHITE.

jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives.
sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison.  an apple
white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.

THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS.

a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet. walking for days. flowing gowns. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.

THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST.

lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage yurt in the middle of nowhere.

BLUE BEARD.

a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragged by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.

THE SIX SWANS.

sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. silver crowns.

LITTLE RED CAP.

wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.

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There’s a single rose sitting on the window ledge of Alex’s apartment, what is the first through that goes though his head?

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“What in seven hells…”

Alex frowned and looked around after spotting the rose. It wasn’t something Sana would have left was it? He hated roses. Reminded him of one of the High Houses of Ishgard. Not to mention how had someone gotten it onto his window ledge. Only a few people knew where he officially stayed. Finding something from the kitchen to scoop the rose up with, not trusting to touch it. For all he knew it was someone out to get him. He had enough enemies. Then proceeding to double check the locks and few traps he kept hidden about the place. The rose was promptly dumped outside into the ocean once he was satisfied.

(Thanks for the ask. XD Roses remind Alex of House Haillenarte. That happens to be one of the High Houses that want him arrested for murder and other crimes.)

shxnka-deactivated20150508:

 We all have 3 families :

                                         the one we were born into
                                             the one that found us 
                                            and the one we chose

coldofflesh:

                       I am not docile, and I will not rollover
                            and ACCEPT my fate without blood
                                I will fight until I can fight no more