#ashcrows

@ashcrows​ : ❛   i love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.  ❜  vincent at beth :)

       something bethany had learned from falling in love with vincent is that he would do for others before himself. was it surprising that he loved her? absolutely, but in hindsight, she feels like somewhere along their journey, she should’ve prepared for the cacophony of emotions that flutters in her heart when hearing the words from his mouth. he sounds just as confused as she feels, but no less fond. 

❛   listen to me. when the time comes… you gotta run and don’t look back.  ❜ 

            ❝  you fool  !!  ❞  ———  a look of upset and confusion sweeps across the blond's visage  ,  she gawks as she tries to process sumayl's words and when it finally settles upon her  ,  the man had already begun to move away  .  unwilling  ,  damarys' hand shoots out to grab sumayl . . . grabbing at ANYTHING she could  —  his cape  ,  his arm  ,  the back of his shirt  ,  even just a finger  —  to stop him  .  ❝  you can't  !!  ❞  damarys cries out  ,  using all her might to keep sumayl from leaving  .  not because she feared his death . . . not because she feared being incapable to live without him  .  of course  ,  the idea that sumayl may die and the idea that she may lose him terrifies her . . . but that's not the reason for her adamant defiance  .             damarys had always thought herself to be the one to make the sacrifice  ,  should it come to it  .  her life . . . hasn't always been sunshine and happiness  .  her body is fragile and often needed tending to  .  she wasn't well — liked and lacked powerful allies . . . she is intelligent  ,  beautiful  ,  and had a wealth of knowledge in herbs and poisons  ;  that's as much as her merit goes  .  she has very little to offer society  ,  and if there was anything she could offer at all  ,  it'd be her body  .  her life  .  for the loss of it would not impact society as it would someone else's  .             but sumayl  .  oh . . . S U M A Y L  .  her breathe of fresh air  .  her beacon in darkness  .  her guiding light  .  kind  ,  strong  ,  clumsy sumayl  .  the man who indulged her whims  .  kept her warm underneath his thick cape when she just trembled a slight in the chilly morning air  .  the man who'd defend her when people made fun of her behind her back  .  gentle  ,  loving  ,  charismatic sumayl  .  the loss of this man . . . to rob the world of this man is unthinkable  .              damarys thought herself lucky  .  infinitely so  .  to have met a man who sees her more than just her name and rumors  .  a man who'd cradle her so gently as if she'd break . . . she was able to experience a moment of normalilty  .  a taste of a LIFE she wished to have  .  of happiness and of elation  .  to rob the world of SUMAYL VAN MORD would be a crime  .

he sat still, staring down the mountain peak after they FINALLY reached the submit despite all the wrong turns. who knew hiking up a mountain would be so difficult? wasn't it just climbing up--? but the view was WORTH it. even though he always appeared to be reluctant when lukas dragged him out on these SPONTAENOUS adventures, he wouldn't trade the rare moments like these or their friendship for anything. not even for a chance to win in his games. ".. the thought crossed my mind a few times too." maybe few was putting it LIGHTLY, but he won't expand his answer unless lukas asked. "but everytime i thought i'd act on it.. you always showed up at the right time to pull me on some crazy squadala adventure."

so thank you. but he left that unsaid.

@ashcrows / forgotten meme

❛    i know i ruined your life. i suffer for it every day.  ❜   from artyom

Eyes narrowing at his words, painted lips tugging into a deep frown. She doesn't like how he wears those words like an armor, how he decided that HE was the one who ruined her life.

Sure, they had their differences and their petty spats, they had moments when they'd go out of their way to make each other's lives DIFFICULT....But that time, they were young and rookies, their loyalties laid to the same archon but their differences made it difficult for their childish selves to overcome and it presented as pettiness and bitterness.

Pettiness and bitterness that had melded into understanding and companionship that had melted into intimacy and affection.

She knew she had much more to discover about the domovoy, but she has a lot of time on her hands. She's lived FIVE HUNDRED YEARS, she can wait a bit longer and hold on a bit longer....Slowly undress the armor the other put up. But, she did not want to become another one of his guilts...She refused to let him use HER as an excuse.

Rosalyne draws up to her full height, "No, don't make me a reason for your suffering," Rosalyne says, tone firm and steely, "You don't get to do that. You don't get to say that had a hand in what happened, I MADE that choice," she says, she won't give Artyom a reason to draw away from her any more than he already has.

Rosalyne's hand reaches out to grab Artyom's chin, forcing the taller to look a her, refusing to let him to look away. "Look at me," she demands, waiting for the man to meet her gaze. "Look. At. Me. Artyom..." Rosalyne insists again, only when her eyes finally meets the other's, she continues.

@ashcrows / forgotten meme

❛   if you ever have need of my life, come and take it. it is yours anyways.  ❜   from clay

A look of discomfort and disdain crosses Lumine's visage the moment that sentence leaves Clay's lips. A feeling of disgust settles heavily in her chest and an acrid taste lays across her tongue, silence falls between the two of them as Lumine glowers at the thought Clay gave.

To make use of him and discard him. To make him a PAWN in her plans. That his life is her's to own and take.

How dare he think so thoughtlessly of her...How dare he think that she would do such a thing!

HOW DARE HE THINK SO LITTLE OF HIS OWN LIFE.

They spent their days traveling, it was the most peace she's experienced in her journey. Sure, they had moments where they fought and disagreed; moments where they were in tight situations...But she supposes, those are the memories she'll hold dearly the most when they have to part ways.

Yes.

She always thinks they'll part ways one day. Be it naturally as they drift apart, be it with age for she does not age as normal people do, or be it through disagreements and fights...But she has never thought of their parting to be in such a way. In a way where she'd use him as part of her schemes against Teyvat, against Celestia.

Lumine wants to reach out and grab Clay, but her hands remain at her side, curled into fists. Her breathes come uneven and shallow, eyes narrowing as she tried to erase the preposterous thought he gave from her mind.

The war she's shouldering, planning, fighting...Is it not because of the lives lost? Is it not because she wanted to gain JUSTICE for those who fell due to Celestia's whims? Is it not because of those she fought with five hundred years prior and to honor their sacrifice?

And here Clay is. Speaking as if his life isn't worth a single mora. As if it existed just for her to use and throw away.

Gritting her teeth, jaw tightening.

"I've no use for people who take their lives so lightly," Lumine seethes, "No use for those that so easily hands away their only possession that no one could own," she continues, "I thought that our time together was meant to be cherished and meant something...But clearly, it seems that you played me a FOOL..." Lumine says.

"To think you'd hand me your death wish." She lets out a incredulous laugh. No, not laugh. A single syllable -- HA -- though it comes out much akin to an indignant huff.