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loading  .  .  .  303  gifs  of:  ANGEL GUARDIAN  in ' encantadia chronicles: sang'gre ' !

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“i’m your biggest fan so i snuck backstage to meet you after a show, but it turns out your security guards are a lot tougher than they look, so now i’m being shouted at/possibly tased and now you’re walking by and oh god this isn’t how i wanted this to go” au

“i entered a contest to be your plus one to an event and wtf i actually won?!” au

“i’m trying to start a celebrity gossip blog and you are an effing trainwreck so now i’m lowkey stalking you in hopes of getting a humiliating story” au

“it’s the middle of the night on a saturday and i’ve been thrown into holding by the cops and am i high or did i just get thrown into the same holding cell as a celebrity???” au

“of all the cars in the world for me to have tried to steal, it had to be YOURS?” au

“i’m an extra in a movie/music video that you’re starring in and idec if you’re super famous and i’m a nobody, plz notice me” au

alternatively, “i’m just an extra, but the star has a crush on me?! what????” au

“i’m famous as hell and yet i seem to have met the ONE person in this bar who doesn’t have a damn clue how i am, this is hilarious, i’m just gonna ride this out” au

tbh give me a long-distance relationship that begins with one sending fanmail to the other and “wait you actually wrote me back?!” au

“while hiding from the paparazzi i ran into the first building i saw and it turns out you work here and what the fuck do you mean you’re closed and i have to get out, have some mercy!” au

“of all the wrong numbers in the world, the nude i meant to send to my significant other wound up on YOUR phone” au

the same au but in reverse, aka, “wtf why did i get a random nude from my favorite celebrity??? am i on catfish???” au

“we’re on a reality show where half the contestants are famous and the other half are just regular people” au

“you read one of my thirst tweets on a talk show and now my thirst is a minor internet sensation, so thanks for that” au

"My lady," he said, setting the tray upon the table nearest to him before hastily moving to her side. Matthias placed a steadying hand under her elbow so he could help her, and in their new proximity, he noted how frail she looked -- far from the girl he'd first seen when they arrived. Though, he supposed, the loss of one's entire family would have dire effects upon anyone. He thought about how he'd been right to be concerned. "You need not rise on my account, princess." And yet, he grabbed the nearest cushion and set it at her back to better support her. "You do not appear well," he said, fighting the urge to touch her forehead to check for a fever. "Should I fetch the maester?"

The guard was quick to accommodate and chastise in the same breath, the pillow at her back before she could protest. It did feel rather nice to be supported. “If I do not greet my guests,” her brows arch as the word doesn’t fit right for him, but she continued, “What kind of prized queen would I be?” Her eyes are bereft of warmth as she spoke, throat tightening as the tears threaten to well up in her eyes. “Just a mild headache, I believe.” Guinevere waved off the thought, as if she did not feel she was crumpling at the seams. “Fetch no one. Thank you, good ser.” She held up a hand to stop him, the hunger gnawing at her stomach and circling around her throat. “Tell me,” Her voice is faint as she attempted to deflect. “Have you made time for hunting?” There’s a pause and she squinted a gaze to study him properly “Or are you more of a fisherman?” Hesitance as her curiosity gives way to the scarcest of concern for the other. “I'd hate to think you are stuck here as I am. Prisoner but with the king's love.”

“that’s rich to say when you’ve kept me at a distance for months.” the words snap through the stagnant air of the kitchen, sharp enough to draw blood. this isn’t meant to be a screaming match, but they end up pointing fingers anyway, as they try to pinpoint exactly who is at fault, but both have wounded each other in their own ways. no matter what they try to make themselves believe, no one is fully innocent in this room; both of their hands are metaphorically tainted scarlet with the blood of each other's heartaches.

i could never want you to leave. even with the way the words are spoken in a gentler tone — a low, vibrating hum compared to the previous cacophony — somehow they only add to the smothering heat of the room, making it harder to breathe. “but you don’t really want me to stay, either.” the tears refuse to spill, stinging her eyes with a salty burn as she forces herself to look at him, her vision blurring at the edges. “not really.” not in a way that matters, not in a way that translates to actions. but even if he suddenly has a change of heart and decides that his wedded wife is deserving of more than his fleeting glances, does she still want it? is she going to be able to bask in the warmth of his presence like she used to, back when they were each other’s best friend and closest confidant? or are they destined to stay the estranged husband and bitter wife, constantly digging up old, jagged wrongs to weaponise what they’re owed?

a cold, metallic laugh claws at her throat at his cruel remark before she shakes her head. he doesn’t understand — of course he doesn’t, when he never cared to truly look past the surface. “maybe before i became a defeatist, i just got sick of fighting for both of us and started fighting for myself instead.” is it a cowardly thing to admit, or is she merely at her wits’ end, her spirit worn down to a fraying thread? she once thought she would never become like her mother, stuck in a hollowing marriage that tasted of ash and resentment, blaming her agony on everyone but herself. but maybe they are not so different. maybe the woman has given her more than just soulful eyes and rosy lips worthy of envy; maybe, in the end, she’s bound to become everything she despised in her parents. “but i’m starting to see there could be no winners.” and now she’s fighting against herself, against both of them.

“You have made your point.” He said, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I only meant…” He trailed off, eyes lifting toward the ceiling as if staring at it would help him find the words. The fluorescent lights only aggravated his sight. “I merely meant that before the rupture — distance was always present.” The phrase tumbled out, but he knew she would fight him on it. Leah couldn’t see the arm’s length she kept everyone at, not yet — not ever?

Surprise crept across his face at her callous dismissal, abhorrent rejections threatening to spill out before them. The urge to grab her shoulders, gently shake some sense back into her — but he couldn’t. He knew it would fall upon a woman unwilling to hear him out. And how could she when he has painted the picture this way and still managed to blame the canvas. Sagar was trapped in his own nightmare, carefully constructed by his selfish desire. Of course she believed he wanted her gone, and no amount of telling her it was true would be heard. Still, he had to try, didn’t he? “I want you to stay, I do. But I will not keep you. I see very clearly now how I have damaged the love we shared.” His voice is quiet again, words cutting out as his throat tightened to stop any sobs from leaking through.

“Oh, Leah.” He murmured, his feet carrying him back to her side, now back to hesitating by the sink. Despite himself, his hand reached out, wanting to provide a comforting hand on her shoulder, her cheek, whatever she would take. But he stopped short and let it fall unceremoniously to his side. The hand felt heavier in the absence of her warm skin. “I wish I could change the trajectory we have found ourselves in.” Sagar bit out, hoping the words sound stoic and calm, not lost to emotion he currently felt. He didn’t know what else to say, how to convince her of his desire to change, his desire to rebuild, his hope to reconnect. So, he let the silence and distance continue to fill, watching it all slip away from him.

Her rejection of his statement fell short, Sagar knowing all too well how terribly he had ruined his image in her eyes. He wouldn’t expect her to give him the benefit of the doubt anymore, to hope on some level she understood why he sought such prestige. Leah’s view of him was quite clear: he was indeed a monster of his own making. “I never stopped caring. I fell to distraction, sure, but —” He didn’t know what to say, any proclamations or gestures would be rendered an act or performance. Only his words would suffice even if his actions had told a different tale. “I care about you so much. As my wife, yes. But more importantly,” He winced as he bawled his hands into fists to stop from grabbing hers in his own. “As my friend.” The ending was lacking any warmth, pure desperation and cold fear wrapped snug around his body. He wanted to tell her not to worry about his image — to be angry and loud and to publicly shame him for his wrongs. Her view on herself tore him to pieces, but all he could do was stitch up his wounds and hope to cauterize them later, should any doubt breakthrough.

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