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How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
tw: borderline mentions of abuse and rape, forced marriage
“Do you love me?“
He asks it a few months after the wedding. Leta is trying to sleep, but she forces her eyes open and finds Amalric leaning over her, eyes glittering in the dark of the bedroom. She reaches out a hand, and the candles flicker to life.
She knows the answer he wants, but her shoulders tense at the thought of giving it. He is all dark hair and chiseled jaw and lithe limbs and she ought, at least, to be able to conjure lust. Some nights she forgets enough to manage that.
It should be an easy answer to give. She has been trained all her life to give it. Ticklish whispers in her ears -"tell grandmother you love her,” or “tell uncle how pleased you are to see him”- and Leta would be expected to toddle over to the relative in question, and smile, and accept kisses and embraces when offered. As a small child, with dirt on her knees and twigs in her hair from playing with the cousins, she had once thrown a fit, not feeling much like telling anyone she loved them.
Her father had been furious. He had grabbed her shoulders once he could get her alone, hissing, “This is how you earn your place with them. Do you want them to forget us?” His hands had been so tight, but what scared Leta most was the fear in his eyes. After Leta had made the prettiest apology she could, her father had put his hand on her shoulder, pride replacing fear. “Without family, we are nothing,” he’d told her. Even then, Leta didn’t want to be nothing.
The next time, she didn’t have to be asked. She smiled at her grandmother and kissed both of her cheeks. “I love you,” she said. And again the next time, and again, until it was reflex.
At school, she’d learned something else to be, away from her parents and the endless round of family visits. There were cousins close to her in age, but she had rebuffed their attempts to draw her into their social circles, pretending that it was only their friends she didn’t like. Inside Hogwarts, Leta was free to be whatever she wanted - and by third year, she had begun to be as perverse and direct as she never could be at home.
And yet there was one thing she could never say. She practiced it, her sixth year, mouthing words at her reflection in a window or whispering them to the insides of her bed-curtains, trying to get the words just right. I love you. I think I might love you? I’m in love - isn’t that silly? She would catch sight of a shock of ginger hair, and her breath would catch as she thought of saying it. Every time she opened her mouth to say them, though, the words stuck.
It could never have lasted, anyway, she told herself later. It was small comfort, with the broken pieces of their friendship still scattered through her life. Newt was gone from her side as surely as if the expulsion had been enforced. The trust was broken.
“I’ve missed you so, grandmother!” she said brightly that summer, the secret of her apprenticeship held close to her chest. She moved easily through garden parties and dances, the trick of pleasing well learned.
Amalric’s eyes bore into Leta’s, and she takes a careful breath, careful not to let the tightness of her chest show. It’s only a matter of pleasing, she tells herself. But those eyes and hands have known her too well. He isn’t asking in front of the family, while chatter burbles around them. Amalric’s eyes begin to narrow as she makes him wait for an answer.
“Of course I love you,” she says at last, turning over and drawing the sheet up. “What kind of question is that?” she adds, forcing a laugh.
hi there, may i please ask how you do your pinned graphics? they’re gorgeous!! <3
Thank you so much anon!! I have to be a little bit cliche first and say with photoshop, lots and lots of practice, and a huge collection of resources that I've found over the years. After looking at a bunch of tutorials over the years, I think I do my gifs slightly differently. But here's some resources that I use with most, if not every single gif or graphic I make:
GETTING CONTENT !
✦ YouTube, for finding music videos.
✦ YT1s, for downloading the video, select MP4 format and download the highest resolution available. (This is the best I've managed to find, but I'm 100% open to suggestions for other options!)
✦ PotPlayer, for getting caps to gif with.
GIFMAKING !
✦ This Sharpening Action by @daenerys-stormborn, I use this on basically every gif I make. I think my current graphics used the sharper blur option.
✦ I have a set of gif prep actions, curtesy of @antoniosvivaldi, that I got by being part of the @pscentral discord group. I haven't been active there for a very long time, but the experiences I had on there are very important to me and it was / sometimes still is a very valuable resource. The people are also amazing! So I would 100% recommend joining.
SPECIFICS !
✦ The serif font is Glitten, found on dafont.
✦ The script font is Abellaice found on 1001fonts.
✦ The florals are from this brush pack by xplateaux on deviantart.
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❛ AURORA — ❜ kaia shakes her head, an unpleasant feeling stirring in her stomach.
aurora does not belong beneath her.
so, kaia falls onto her own knees in front of her, reaching out and taking the unseelie queen’s hands while offering her a gentle smile. ❛ aurora, you are the one person in any realm that is truly my equal. we are equals. neither of us ever need bow to the other. ❜ she says, and she never really realized how true those words were until right now. ❛ we were created as equals, as beautiful compliments of one another. we are very much like two halves of the same whole. ❜
two sides of the same coin. the greatest queens both of their courts have ever seen. put in place now, come to rule at the same, perfect time for the purpose of uniting their kingdoms and bringing peace to their realm. it was designed so elegantly to have them be, have them exist at the same time because no other seelie and unseelie queen could ever come together as they have.
they were created to be one another’s equal, to be one another’s other half.
SHE’S SO SHOCKED BY THE KISS, that, at first, all she does is stand there, eyes still open, hands hanging numbly by her sides. what’s happening? is all kaia can think, over and over.
but… aurora’s lips are so warm and welcoming against her own, and she feels as if she’s being pushed towards her, as if she’s been being pushed towards her since before either of them were born. like this is right. no, it feels more than right. it feels like their destinies unfolding in a kiss. and somewhere, the gods are rejoicing as their carefully plotted scheme has come to its climax.
and who is kaia to deny the gods their long - awaited crescendo?
so, she brings her hands up to cup aurora’s face gently, finally returning the kiss.