#insahts

@insahts​: “ tell me something happy. ” || meve at reynard

「 ♢ 」CAUGHT OFF GUARD, the count straightened in his saddle, a little too abruptly for his war-worn back’s tastes. He could feel his spine crack, sending a tickling pulse all the way to its end. How long had it been since anyone in the royal entourage could lay their body to rest in a bed worthy of their title? Oh, he failed to remember. But did it truly matter? He would follow the queen before him, unconditionally, to hell && back. And, in a way, the metaphor wasn’t far from their current location. Reynard could swear the hostile thickets of Angren resembled the vestibule of Hell. The wrinkles on his forehead deepened as his eyebrows knit together in reverie. Whatever positive, or happy for that matter, could be uttered in their miserable position? When all the gods seemed to have turned their backs on them? He had never been a particularly well-versed storyteller either, for his cold && calculating reason would halt the flowery descriptions of the whereabouts. Or whatever else was there to be discussed.

@insahts​: “ i wish i could hate you. ” || syanna at anna henrietta

「 ♛ 」THE DUCHESS could withstand many a struggle; her reign hadn’t started yesterday. She endured both emotional && physical pain throughout the last few years, to the point of being held clueless of the matters outside the Duchy by those who valued her mental health. How could those measures work, however, if the sources of her woe had more often than not proven to be her closest kin? In regards to her older sister, however, Anna carried a burden of guilt && insecurity that hardly suited a woman in charge of the court and loyal subjects. What she could do was assume the usual mask of assertiveness && play the role of a mother suzerain to those who praised her name. In the private chambers, the veil of the beloved Duchess melted faster than ice in the Zerrikanian sun.

It had only been two years. Two years ago, the streets in Beauclair ran down with the blood of the innocent. The screams of the terrorized people && the shrieks of the monstrosities summoned by Dettlaff were carved into Anna’s memory like a cruel mantra reminding her of her mistakes, of her weakness. Two shameful feelings a Duchess should be alien to. Until the very end, she had hoped ... for what? The deeds were done, both on Syanna and Dettlaff’s side. But the massacre could be avoided. If she only had let her sister talk to her ravaging lover ... how confident could she be that her only sister wouldn’t be murdered with cold blood? The higher vampire had given the example of his vengeance’s taste. Sylvia had committed indescribably cruel crimes, but Anarietta’s eyes were blind to her trickery && manipulation of the man she had used as her tool. A hard nut to crack was just a euphemism in that situation.

Anna Henrietta withstood much more than her reputation told, but she couldn’t bear the eye contact with Syanna. It’d been two years already. Despite the other woman’s words indicating the otherwise, she couldn’t help the feeling of distance between her && her sibling. As if the gaping chasm between them was never to be linked with a bridge of connection. Was she afraid? Did she fear what those dark eyes could hold in all their mystery? Syanna was a prisoner in her own home. A prisoner of her own sister. Doing time in a chamber just a few doors away from the one she had planned to assassinate using Dettlaff’s claws && fangs. This did not concern Anna. Denial? Perhaps.

❝ Your words wound me, ❞ she began, her sight fixed on her slim hands tangled together. ❝ Their nature is not hostile but resembles a dagger regardless. Cold and sharp. I deeply cherish us being on speaking terms again, sister dearest. I am well aware two springs are not long enough to repair the incomprehensible breach in our sisterhood. But I spare no effort in retrieving as much as I am able. All while following what is necessary. ... My only hope is for you to abandon so much as the possibility of harboring hate towards me. Be it now or anytime in the future. ❞ 

@insahts​  :  “ what happened to you? ”

@insahts​ sent: "Alright!." Shepard held a box, a neatly wrapped box with a little bow, "Put this on, we're going to the Citadel and having a night of fun. Just us and the girls." As she dropped the box, she gave the blonde a smile, "There are some fancy shoes too, hopefully, EDI got your size right." There was also an expensive box of treats, but Shepard would let that be a surprise.

Six liked to think of herself as a sharp cookie, someone who was good about picking up on cues and the like, but this was something that took her out of left field. For all the good words did her, this time around she had nothing to say. All that she seemed to be able to muster was a lump in her throat. Though she didn’t open the gift yet, she hugged it to her chest. When was the last time someone had gotten her a present?

@insahts​ sent: ❝ have you seen the size of that butt ? ❞

Six smiled. The Commander’s thing for Kaidan was endearing, “Can’t say that I’ve looked on account of it ain’t my booty to look at. Next time it comes by I’ll take a peek.”