vowedjustice.

breathy  laugh, evoking the  vapor  of visible  condensation  against the cold air they breathe,   followed by the  foreign  smile of  the young heir seemingly fill the spaces of their  unexpected conversation. not a  common  sight, but you have accomplished drawing a  smile  from him. head tilts in  piqued  interest, blue eyes  sparkling  beneath the disappearing light of dusk. 

❝   i  speak only the truth,  mary jane watson.   ❞    //    @citystarlet

     she wishes the bright, pink blush wasn’t so apparent against ivory toned skin. she turns her cheek, as if to hide the grin that threatens past terse features, fiery tresses cascading over her shoulder.  ❛   it’s MJ, bruce wayne. just emjay.   ❜