#harvice

I’M TOO LAZY TO FIND THIS MEME .

@harvice said:  “ i’m going to regret this ”

into the unknown || accepting !

@harvice​ said: ❝ Are you in a better mood now? ❞

      The anger that had previously raged within him like a furious storm had finally wained, it was now like a small shower of rain, still there and noticeable, but not as intense. Temper was short and childish, never really intended and not easy to manage.  But stepping away for a moment and remembering Lumière’s insistence to breathe during past outbursts had helped. 

@harvice​ sent:      ‘ how long have you been sick? ’

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 tip of her tongue, words ready to announce that she wasn’t sick, she was perfectly well, thank you very much, but they were cut off by a sneeze. Thankfully this cold hadn’t yet progressed to producing more of the little creatures from the last time, but Elsa had the feeling she wasn’t far off. 

☽ /  @harvice​ :  smash or pass.................................  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐃   “  𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  “   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐌𝐘   𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘  !!

@harvice​ sent:      ☠

𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 to comprehend the foreign object piercing her middle. Hands scrabble against his clothing, despite his hand being the one that had forced in the blade, past wool and whalebone, cording and linen. The point had been sharp, worked to a deadly degree, splitting her skin as easily as a hot knife through butter. Hot blood began to seep into the white of her shift, her shirt, into the dark wool of her bodice, until the fabrics could take no more and the sound of drips on wood met her ears. 

And yet Elsa couldn’t look down, couldn’t tear her eyes from those of the man she had trusted, whom Anna had trusted. Betrayal, acute and painful swept through her in between the waves of agony from her wound. Confusion seemed to mingle with it, though, a lack of understanding as to why.

“Kristoff?” Her voice was choked, too soft for what had just happened. 

@harvice​ said “i’m not sure we can pull this off.”