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          ❛ this spell seems quit dangerous, hmm ? it could seriously hurt someone. ❜

          invaluable against her enemies if she could master it, another weapon in her arsenal if anyone dared wrong her. klaudia couldn’t keep the grin from her face. it was so unabashedly wicked and conniving; she did not care to hide it from the other for she could tell easily enough that there would be no patience for facades and fake smiles.

          ❛ doesn’t that sound fun ? let’s go try it out, doll. ❜  

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❛     so do you wanna` go   . . .   WITH ME  OR NOT  ?     ❜

WHEN SHE LOVED, SHE DID SO PASSIONATELY. Every love that fills her heart, the deepest of eros and the most playful of ludus, a faint mania and the wonderful philia that has it’s hold on her. She loved so much even when she wished she did not. She becomes attached, the fluttering starlet, who’s heart bursts for most anyone. J becomes someone who others wish her to be. A naive, ingenue woman. A femme fatale, cold goddess, seductress in red. A diva, primadonna, and place herself high above the rest. But really she likes to be her, whoever her is, she doesn’t quite know anymore. But she could laugh and play dramatics with a man who was a tad odd and was a tad eccentric. But she liked it that way. She loved it that way.

J had found a friendship in him, although the extent to such a relationship would appear to be somewhat one sided. J enjoys his company while his views on the matter are murky at best. He has good lips for lying. Nonetheless J would find a love for him, one that cared for his well being, one that did not want him to go away to a war zone. She remembers sniffling that night in the bar when he told her where he’d be deployed. And she begged and pleaded, please don’t go!

tears well up in elise’s eyes, as she wraps her arms around herself- a self soothing motion. “ they don’t want me there, arthur. ” (he faint picture of her mother’s face, and her warbly voice telling her to leave her alone. her older brothers who push her away at every turn, who put up so many walls of ice and distance between them, elise wonders if they really care about her. ( she’s tired of being blown off by everyone else or seen as merely a pawn, or an annoyance. ) “ i’m better off following after my big sister. at least she’ll be happy to have me around to help out. ”

          ❛ i can’t, addie. ❜ the place that they’d called home for the past year burned to the ground around them, the destruction ushered in by one that they’d all once called friend. maybe even klaudia, a little, had been charmed by that goddess among women. but no longer --- not once she’d seen the way in which edelgard’s betrayal had rankled dimitri. clearly, adelaide was not of the same mind. one moment, they’d been fighting for the same cause; the next, klaudia had been filled with that familiar ticklish sensation within her mind like an itch that she couldn’t quite scratch. then --- the revelation was upon her, the horrifying realization; as if she was finally seeing a collection of puzzle pieces fall into place. it drew her away to this sight of her friend, running to the other side. like a traitor. that wretched magic that had torn threw her that night so many years ago ( but who / what had she’d struck down ? the face was blurred, the only sound was stacking --- but there’d been blood. so much blood. ) rushed to the surface at the sight. it prickled at the tips of her fingers; it sent her hands trembling under the weight of just what her body could unleash. her entire body shook.

          ❛ i can’t leave him --- them. i do not support the church, but that does not mean i can surrender myself to her cause. this isn’t just about our crests and what they have done to us ! ❜ klaudia noticed her hesitance to strike, the way she put distance between the two of them. there was no reason to fight, but that didn’t mean klaudia wasn’t dangerous --- no, if her crest wasn’t dangerous in the way that it made her a ticking bomb that was bound to go off if one did not take care. with a pang, klaudia realized that, perhaps, that was why adelaide was so eager to get away. ❛ please. i can’t do this alone, ❜ she dared, hands gripping tightly at the sides of her uniform’s skirt. 

          ❛ there’s no one else that would believe me if i expressed these concerns, too, addie. we have to convince dimitri of the church’s treachery together ! ❜

@boldplan​ said: " let's just let it go. " adelaide .......

          ❛ i can’t, ❜ she said and she meant it. there had been a time when the loss of someone’s life was completely inconsequential to klaudia. even if she should stand as having been the cause. but everything was different now --- she was better; she was trying to be better. because there was some semblance of a heart somewhere within her; because she’d made a promise. she may always be a poison, but she would still try to be the cure --- for someone, anyone.