#anastcsie

Eyes drop to her lips, breath hitching on unspoken words as he struggles to conjure an answer amidst the insistent pounding of his heart in his ears. No, it’s NOT bad, not at all, and perhaps that’s what scares him most as he stands with her hands in his gentle grip, too close yet too far at once. He can’t quite define the feeling, the unprecedented stir in his heart, and certainly, not when she’s in front of him, but what he does know is that he could KISS her right now. Close the gap between them in a single pace. And he nearly does, in just a second of spontaneity, but her voice interrupts his thoughts and he snaps out of it, crashing back down to harsh REALITY.

Nagito Komaeda - Danganronpa

Godzilla - Any Godzilla anything

Miles Edgeworth - Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney

Kratos Aurion / Mithos Yggdrasill - Tales of Symphonia

Tali’Zorah vas Normandy - Mass Effect Trilogy

V / Vergil - DMC

Sinestro - The Green Lantern

Ororo Munroe - X-Men

Doppo Kunikida / Fyodor Dostoevsky - Bungou Stray Dogs

Jade Curtiss - Tales of the Abyss

Tagged by: @pxndxrasbox and @zdravstvuysclntse !

               ‘ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲, 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐚. ’          her voice is a little too fervent    ;;    she cups her sister’s cheek with demonstrative affection, something tatiana usually avoids in public.   she does not wobble, of course   ;;   she hasn’t lost her trademark composure.     were it not for the brightness to her eyes, or her enthusiasm, one could easily make the mistake of thinking tatiana fine.    and she is fine.    perfectly fine.      the flute of champagne in her hand      ( her fifth of the night )    has seen to that.         ‘  v e r y  surprised, ’    she emphasizes, clumsily tucking a strand of hair behind anastasia’s ear,       ‘ by how exhausting these faded aristocrats can all be. ’

“Of course,” He draws out the syllables a bit childishly, half mock offense and half altogether too pleased with himself. His arms are folded over the back of the bench, and he stoops down to regard his wife, leans chin into the fold of his elbow. His wife! Dmitry feels as though he might be the one that’s dreaming now, to think of it all. A few days ago, he’d been convinced that he was never going to see her again. He knew her, and he loved her, and he had resolved to return her to her family and walk out of her life forever - but then she found him again, on a warm Parisian day growing hotter, not unlike another day they shared once, as a children, in a crowd of foreigners and natives, mothers and their children and vendors and sightseers. At the end of the journey, on a bridge full of strangers, two jagged hearts found in each other a familiar and a whole.

      “i trust you as far as i can throw you, shvybzik.” the retort cool and solemn for a moment even as a glimmer of mischief twinkled in the elder woman’s eye. how many times had she and tatya let their guard down to trust their little sister and they found themselves at the end of a prank? or some other silly little mischief the little pair would get themselves up to? eyes now rolled at the comment however at ‘living’ and being ‘sticks in the mud’.

             Long limbs draped haphazardly over the bench, calloused digits scanning over the tethered page of the Romanov Family Tree. Her tone only IRRITATED him much further ; once again he had said the wrong thing ( how long had it been from the last time ?? a few minutes ?? ). If she continued to take everything so personally, they’d never get outta here. Dmitry wasn’t one to necessarily buckle down && work —— but he was one to get his hands dirty. && in this instance, they had to be SERIOUS, the Grand Duchess wasn’t just going to believe anybody. He wanted the money.

     Finally, the boy sat up, though slumped — no royal grace to be seen. “Listen here, princess. Maybe, when y’start acting like a GRAND DUCHESS, then you’ll get a little respect. But right now ?? You’re way off.” Okay, he felt sorta bad for that one ; he’d never been one to ponder over his words before speaking. Dmitry sighed, “you’re not some pet, alright ?? Relax.” Brow arched, he forced up his usual  s m i r k  .