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“So, this is Amestris, huh?” Anya hums as she looks around at her surroundings. She might as well have a look around, right? She felt Pooka move around in her jacket before she began to walk around aimlessly to see what Amestris had to offer. She needed to find out what city of Amestris this was. She noticed a blond haired male not too far from her, she casually waved over at him to grab his attention.

   He turned, mildly confused by the sudden shouting, a woman? A woman? He blinked at her, hearing her seem to call for him. Though his mind was jumbled and he couldn't seem t speak right somehow he managed at least a little bit.

 “   The weight of the air is torture, don’t know who I am anymore The illusion of ignorance, why don’t you take a chance? “

One of my friends dared admit they have not read My Immortal so naturally guess what we’re on call doing?

Would you do me a favor and reblog this if you’re up for roleplaying with a Anastasia Roleplay blog. I could use more people to follow and interact with! I’m crossover/oc/self insert friendly! <3

Oh how she knew the tremble to that hand, knew the terrified agony in those wide, golden eyes, knew the way he was hunched– she knew it all too well and she was quick to give his hand a gentle tug so she could wrap him in her arms. Maria pressed her lips to his hair, holding him tightly. 

                "Why... Why...!" he choked out, burying his face in her as tears fell. "He was reaching out for me... B-but those... Hands, those damned black shadow hands... reached and ripped him from me..." he choked out.