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𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐁À𝐒𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐘𝐍𝐘𝐑  bows to no one, but there is a softness, a quietness in the way she acquiesces now — a halo of thorns and roses and marrow - white antlers. “ thank you. ”

unscripted asks // ALWAYS ACCEPTING // @fatewalkr

Genesis just smirked in response, a few long strides easily closing the distance between himself and Eva. His intact eye had a playful gleam to it.

"You don't even need to say anything," he purred as he led her away to his more private tent, taking this moment to enjoy his first night free from the whisperings of murdering and death.

Or maybe for all he knows she’s probably visiting family. However, the young man had time before he needed to try and spot his client who thought itt was imperative that they meet within this cafe. Yusuke’s hand grabbed his cup and gently took a sip of his oolong (because he’d die before he ever drinks coffee). “For future reference, I’m the type of demon who apparently makes too many promises.” Some he’s kept through his cases and others..sadly he couldn’t.

Unprompted Cuteness! || Always Accepting

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❛  it's  not  easy  letting  someone  in  …  especially  once  you've  gotten  used  to  keeping  it  all  on  the  inside.  ❜   irises  wander  the  scaffolding  of  the  abandoned  church  whilst  she  speaks,   a  continuous  stroking  motion  raking  through  golden  strands  sprawled  within  her  lap.  as  she's  come  to  learn  through  her  childhood  —  –  not  only  were  the  flowers  beautiful  to  admire,   or  serene  to  inhale,   they  happened  to  be  the  best  listeners.   to  your  woes,   your  melancholy,   your  pride  or  excitement  …  those  frail  appearing,   though  strong  stocked  florets  would  sway  with  undying  ears  to  whomever  entrusted  in  them.  ❛  it  feels  uncomfortable  for  a  while,  ❜   aerith  continues,  expression  appearing  blank  as  her  sincerity  rises  to  the  surface,  vulnerability  clinging  to  rotting  wood,  grown  soft  from  neglect.   these  heartfelt  moments  almost  acting  as  glue  to  keep  the  building  upright,  this  place  of  sanctum  still  serving  it's  purpose  as  a  safe  place  to  aid  those  who  come  broken  in  search  of  relief.

❛  but  it  gets  easier.  i  promise.  ❜   greens  lower  to  the  warrior  surrendered  within  her  silhouette,   legs  outstretched  against  gaia  peering  from  beneath  scattered  floorboards,   lilies  turning  inward  to  surround  their  limbs  in  shelter.   an  embrace  from  the  planet,   that  all  would  be  well,   and  so  would  evangelique.   

❖ ⸻ fatewalkr has passed on the flame of war .ᐟ ❛ oh look, it’s my charming little sunspot. ❜

FOR HOW LONG HAD THEY TRAVERSED THIS VAST WASTELAND, VENTURING BEYOND THE KNOWN & UNKNOWING STILL WHAT CONTINUES TO AWAIT THEM BEYOND — FROM NALBINA TO THE ESTERSAND & NOW SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE SWELTERING IVALICE HEAT. from the very catherdral of her heart, stained - glass window memories ( the sanctity of what can be remembered witnessed at the chancel, sweet sonnet prayer of the choir while souls sway in harmony at the nave, emptiness at the narthex, the porch ) come to sweet ruination as her teeth glide along the rim of the glass jug, imperial wine ichor tacky on her tongue. unlike she, aelin is not beholden to the sun — smitten - soft bones lax beneath the warmth all the same, but not healed, not since the war & not since the re-emergence, wrists bruised & cuffed more this week than any other despite her inclination for slitting the throats of imperial soldiers who've grown too lax, or attempted to be too fond of these subjugated bodies.

& had it not been her that had uttered those words years ago beneath her shikari master? cruelty in place of love in the crumble of landis, dishonor staining her crystalline image in red. an exchange of tenderness for the skills that she might use against the judge magisters one torn out heart at a time until she found the one who had made a martyr of her mother. now the chance to slay the archadian hounds until at very last none were to remain, not for dalmasca's sake, but her very own.

“ it's hot. ” whining cued by salt - slick golden - blond hair slick against her temples, silver now thanks to the undeniable brimming of the sun above. nevertheless aelin remains charming in her orphanhood, green - blue gaze even & smile practiced, appropriate, even as the continuing growth of their little family remains to be offensively impressive. it almost certainly begins like a horrible, overused joke — three orphans, a viera, a sky pirate & his bride, the infamous traitor & his forbidden princess all walk into a bar — or in their case, a war. one would think all these years in the swelter of the city would have prepared her for the absurdity presented before her, yet here she is nonetheless, wine jug clutched to her chest as she tries, in vain, to keep her head above the sea.

either way, her swipes the back of her hand across the sweaty mess of her forehead & blinks blearily towards the open sky. “ free at last. ” a hushed confession pulls between forlorn lips, roseate to taste. “ now to go where it please us. ”