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Onyx
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Post by Onyx on Nov 20, 2012 13:49:53 GMT -5
CASPER ADOLPHUS LIGHTWOOD. [/font] FORTY. [/font] SHADOWHUNTER. [/font] HETEROSEXUAL. [/font] THE VICTIM, THE VILLAIN, THE SAVIOUR. [/font] I can only hope it’s true enough
That every little thing I do for love
Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy of the worst things that I've done
And saves me from myself the times of envy
When I'm missing everyoneAPPEARANCE. [/font] If I wake in the morning
I only need two more miracles to be a saint
Everything I promised everyone I'd be
Well I just ain't
Ain't, ain't, ain't A hand-shaped mark slowly fades on the condensation-covered window of the small office, but the slender fingers and large palm that made it are barely visible through the dense haze of tar and floating ash and the smell of old photo albums and whispered I love yous behind theatres. The source of all these nostalgia-draped sensory triggers rests between the pale knuckles of the Head of the Chicago Shadowhunter Institute's dry hand. Every day, these digits are slaves to their owner's actions: his duties as a leader, thinker, husband, father. They are adorned with marks of wear accordingly; veins protruding due to age and stress, callused fingers bearing every sign of long hours writing letters, appeals, reports. Casper Lightwood hasn't been in the heart of the fight for far longer than he would have wished.
Yet he still holds himself, and indeed has the form, of the youth he now trains and supervises. Standing at a good six foot two, Casper would make an excellent climber if he weren't always so focused on keeping himself grounded. Straight, sharp shoulders, broader than most and lightly curving with the notches of his collarbones, would be significantly recognisable if he was just a silhouette. He always stands relaxed, never hunching defensively. His neck is thin and long, Adam's apple prominent, matching the rich satin of his deep, smooth voice even before you hear it, it matches his form so well that you could predict its pitch and pace accurately. As he turns his face down to take a drag from the glowing
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] Lately it seems like
Everybody's sick, everybody's died
Build myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that my head is lying
LyingPERSONALITY. [/font] Oh, Glory
I think I see you 'round the bend
And I think that I'd try any
Poison to get there in the end
Oh, Glory Personality will go here.
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] When I'm looking past the silken sheets
Take a breath to notice I'm between
Every little piece
Of threaded memories
That constitute your dreamsHISTORY. [/font] If I wake in the morning
I only need two more miracles to be a saint
Everything I promised everyone I'd be
Well I just ain't
Ain't, ain't, ain't History will go here.
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] Lately it seems like
Everybody's sick, everybody's died
Build myself a wall up on happy highs
Know in my heart that my head is lying
LyingSAMPLE POST. [/font] Oh, Glory
I think I see you 'round the bend
And I think that I'd try any
Poison to get there in the end
Oh, Glory Sample post will go here.
[/color][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] Oh, Glory
I think I see you 'round the bend
And I think that I'd try any
Poison to get there in the end
Oh, GloryOTHER. [/font] Face Claim: Benedict Cumberbatch. Colour Scheme: Such Sweet Sorrow. Song: Oh Glory by Panic! at the Disco Oh, Glory
I think I see you 'round the bend
And I think that I'd try any
Poison to get there in the end
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