Me, a romantic: candlelit dinners, blooming roses, tender kisses, love letters, longing looks, beating hearts
Me, a Romantic: sword fighting, bloody knuckles, messy hair, smudged lipstick, cold hands, fiery eyes
Me, a romantic Romantic: gives my beloved the skull of my enemy with roses in the eye sockets
There’s nothing romantic about selfishness. Give your beloved the skull of THEIR enemy with roses in the eye sockets and a tender and poetic love letter
You’re right. I’m a fool. Can it be both our enemies skulls to show that I can care for them and fulfill my own goals as well?
true romance means you probably share at least one enemy with your chosen, so just use one of those
(Source: the-lazysaurus, via brittascribbles)