/Eli has claimed the prize she sought./
/With delicate hands, she ties the barbed wire around Dale’s sagging heart, preparing it for the ceremony of Release./
/In the dead that is the outside at these hours, Eli finds Dale’s camper. The smell alone is enough. WIth a solemn face, she pushes the unlocked door open./
Q:A sparkling crimson small package wafts softly scented sensations is left at the doorstep containing a bouquet of flavoured candles of the receiver's favourite smells, the only signature that of a horned emblem engulfed in flame.
…
What…?
*Eli tries to grab the fire.*
Q:what are you talking about? what hunter? whats happening?
Anonymous
Buckaby. The only Huntsman.
He’s dead.
…
*Eli spaces off into nothing. She wants to be sad on the outside.*
His pain must be harvested.
He hasn’t been released. And he has torment heavier than any I’ve ever met.
I have some barbed wire left.
The hunter passed.
…
what if auto-balance worked in real life and youre walking along minding your own buisness and then suddenly you’re filipino
(via theinvisiblestud)
Source: bedquest
The days are frigid. Why is the fireplace not roaring.
Feh, I’ll help it along.
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Top'a the mornin' to yah. Now that we got the pleasantries out and done, you best get your runnin' shoes laced...[RP Blog for Eli Campbell, a RED TF2 Pyro of Double Cross http://ctfdoublecross.tumblr.com/]