teach them to fear us

madamiisms:

❝ and you, darling, you do an excellent job of spellcasting       without ANY concrete knowledge of technique.  ❞ 

YEARS and YEARS, vivienne could say, late nights and bruised palms, her hands aching, eyes bleary from scouring ancient scrollsby flickering light;;  the title of first enchanter at such youth was notbestowed without tremendous effort. i will not fail, she thinks to herself.no one will  ever see me weak. she could say that, of course, but instead, ❝ it’s quite impossible to provide anything less than my best, darling. ❞ slidesout, glibly. ( she is tired.  her spine weary from being held as unslacking as marble. the energy of all of this takes, and takes with no reprieve and she is tired.) 

 ❝ I would agree, I am demonstrably better than most, your acknowledgement   of such is much appreciated, darling. ❞

( she is not smiling, would never, but her chin tilts towards the warden,   lips curved in approval ) ❛   yes, my DEAR, rise like a lion ;;   bare your fangs and NEVER let them silence you. ❜

❛ you are quite right, DARLING ;; the truth is rarely pure  and never simple, and it’s GREATEST advantage is that   no one ever believes it. ❜

FLOWERS

Your pain takes the shape of flowers, or something else beautiful and free. You can't help but see what you don't have in the beautiful thing, can't help but feel pain as you see what you're missing out on. Maybe you even wish that you could just be happy and surround yourself in flowers, but you can't, because each time you see them it's like a reminder of the empty hole you carry.

gcldendust

replied to your: post❝ I had fallen but you were not there to catch me....

Josie does this to people

It’s strange, the way madame vivienne’s words feel tight in her chest. She knows it, she always knew it, knew that she to be strong even if she wasn’t. Then why did she expect some sort of comfort from the woman nicknamed after iron?

But maker, it feels as if larissa can’t breathe. “Yes, madame enchanter,” she knew better than this. She must never show weakness. The herald wasn’t human, she was a myth, a legend, and legends don’t weep. “… do you have any advice for me? On– on how to keep it hidden?”

// @madamiisms

of all the stars, she surely is the FAIREST, even now, with hurt etched in the softness of her eyes. doesn’t she KNOW how her radiance, beguiles, with the light of the sun sitting a-crown her head of dark curls. it is unbearable; the pull of this woman kissed by the sun; ( for not even vivienne, encased in marble, tongue lined with steal,can contest the pull of gravity the dear ambassador emits )

vivienne’s slim dark hands seem to move of their own accord,reaching to push a mussed curl behind the ambassador’s ear,the backs of her fingers curling at gentle line of josephine’s jaw for the breath of a moment——   ( it is more than vivienne can take, breath knotting at her throat. OH, beautiful girl, oh, graceful girl. the flush of WANT is nearly more than vivienne can bear; it is due only to a lifetime at court that the low cadence of her voice remains steady.  )❝ OH, my dear, ❞ vivienne murmurs, voice low as the rising tides,