#   𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓  　　, 　　　 an independent and highly selective multi - muse blog  , mostly active for close friends , currently featuring   𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 from the 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥 franchise. tenderly loved and nurtured as a flower by   𝒃𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 ᕱ⑅ᕱ ♡ ,   she/her ,   +24  .

　　　　　　　 　𝐈. rules . 　　𝐈𝐈. muses. 　　𝐈𝐈𝐈. tba .

𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐒 𝐎𝐅 :     the inherent dichotomy of light and darkness   /   of good and evil,   𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒   (  𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 , 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍   )   , the gluttonous act of devouring another and being devoured by them in return ,   𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 ,   neglect and the absence of love   (   could a flower planted in dull soil ever learn to bloom ?   )   ,   the refusal of sentimental loss and the foolish &. the futile attempt at immortalizing something that is no more .

also the way you can find various spare keys to their secret hideouts because the eccentric keeps on losing them ??? it was so cute i'm 😭 💜 😭 💜 i love my troublesome rabbits so much !!!

　　 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍, 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 ? 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍, 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 - 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 ( … ) all around her were broken dreams, but none of them had ever belonged to her / none of them had ever been woven together by the gold - touched threads of her heart, and mayhap this is why they had always felt painfully unfamiliar and foreign ⸻ alien fragments of someone else's desires stitched on the muscle tissue of her melancholic heart. underwater, in apnea. not living in full, but merely surviving. is it not ironic, how it is much easier to breathe in the midst of violence now, rather than 'pon a diamonds - lit stage ?

a titter escaped from rose - red tiers, a dulcet sound not unlike the mellifluent song of a lovebird. it was not bashfulness that crept 'pon beauteous features, but an odd sentiment in - between pride and joy: she had learnt how to dance amidst monsters, amongst those who had been abandoned by the world and thus perpetually dwelled in the shadows ( ... ) their love, albeit tainted by the horrors of mania, had always been much more genuine than the ravenous affections of the wealthy. and now, with pleasant shivers slithering down her spine, hamel wondered whether she was ready to dance not for the shadows of the past, but for someone else. someone who was similar yet different, someone whose thunderous heart - beat had become a familiar and soothing melody.

her gaze was downcast, long lashes casting dark wisps across her cheeks, whilst her nimble fingers idly played with ninety - nine's ; tenderly, carefully, with the honey - soft touch of one who is still searching for her place in the world. ❝ would you like to learn ? ❞ her cadence was feather - light, but her vowels had become sweeter and her consonants rounder. there was an undeniable eagerness in the way she had proposed such a precipitous idea, her mirth further emphasized by the way her eyes now searched for the other's. ❝ before all of this⸻ i would always dance by myself, alone in the center of those bright and frightening stages. but now i would be really happy to have a partner, especially if it was you. ❞

and now,   i am thinking about the fact that the very first time in which young yuna was looked at with   (   false   )   warm gentleness instead of disgust and hatred by the other priests and yevonites,   was on the day her father ultimately sacrificed his life to finally defeat sin.      thinking about the fact that all those who had once shunned her,   pushed her away from their children,   regarded her as some kind of unforgivable and hideous abomination,  were now obnoxiously celebrating and filling their ugly mouths with her father’s name,  going as far as telling her just how proud she had to be whilst she cried all her tears.