#mosaickd

          she , like arachnid , spun a web to catch the truths &. eat them. there was no chance of letting the others see … the fractured fragments of her life. ———  no , silken strands wrapped them up so neat &. tidy that she began to believe the lies.   shaking head crowned with silver spun tresses , her words fell from peach tiers , quick &. unsteady … just like her heart !panic set in , mask cracked. had rebel leader seen through the layers of her facade ? ❛     what ? wha - t ? lies ?     ❜ ( calm. calm like the first snow fall. calm like the silence before morn. ———  calm. )

           coughing into petite hands , she gazed at her friend , long lost but now found , a smile brimmed ‘pon visage. ———  the million dollar grin that had been sold to the world as a truth , packaged so beautifully. ❛     there’snothing wrong with me.     ❜ fake innocence painted over pain , her face showed bewilderment at the accusation. tossing up a flourish of her hand , she brushed off the comment with an award - winning act. ❛     i think you’ve mistaken tiredness for suffering.     ❜ staring directly at the girl of midnight , she held so dear , she reassured her. steady sapphire orbs did not waver for there was a slip of truth behind her words.  ———   for a good lie always come with reality. ❛     stop worrying. you need to relax.     ❜   from.

belladonna knew of the silk web’s entrapment, how the sweet glimmer of gossamer enveloped oneself in a haze of bliss. the truth waited for no one, and would seek out retribution in the form of a brutal reality. it was up to them to realise the err, to decide whether they would come to accept the actuality or keep fighting alongside it. blake knew of these illusions far too well ; adam’s “ justice ” had been the first of such disasters, the second had been the fragility of her identity during beacon. starlight girl was multifaceted, difficult in that too much time spent gazing upon her might reveal another reflection, a different persona. there was too much depth, and so many had only skimmed her beautiful, reflective surface.

cold gold hue became tight with the strain, fanged enamel biting into her bottom lip. it was prideful, instinctual, for blake to leave weiss to her fallacies. even amongst the ranks of the white fang, blake had mostly dealt with those who wished to be. it hadn’t been until yang and sun had helped her despite the feline’s rebellious struggles that she realised those who might need it, might not ask. not everything had been relayed, she knew little of what weiss had been struggling through, only that despite the former heiress’ wishes the frozen surface of her facade was cracking. belle voice composed an empty laugh, shoulders rising and falling. ‘ even the way you fib is lovely. ’ pretty lies. @mosaickd

‘          no                       don’t  . .         come     any     closer   !                just        leave     me    alone   ,          okay   ?              please  . .        ’    

          THE ROOM WAS IN SHAMBLES shattered glass shewn upon flooring. the echoes of what had transpired still fresh in her mind. father had gotten cross at how far mantle had progressed with their armies. he had almost smashed the magic mirror , her spyglass that let him see all that had transpired.   ———  clean ! clean ! clean ! shouted through her inner depths before her father returned. feet stung from fragments as she walked about in a fury but she powered on. soon there was not a lick of the tragedy anywhere. throwing worn body across sheets white tresses tangled with silk sheets as limbs buried deeper into bed. falling like icarus from the sky , she fell into slumber. waking only to a familiar shuffle of feet. a pretty aroma tickled her nose. rising , digits rubbed wake crystalline orbs to find lilies beside her. they were there again, their tall form faced towards the sunrise through paned glass.

          what did this assassin want ? they were sent to murder her yet they had spared her time &. time again. they frequented her tower room more than once bringing gifts from the outside world for her secret treasure cove. she did not find it in her beating heart to complain. blanket slid from shoulders, frost of the gusts greeted her as she observed her surroundings.delicate hands cradled the petaled buds as she brought them to her nose to inhale the scent.  ———  the scent of the outside world. how addicting it was.  ❛     ren ?     ❜ question lingered on curious tongue. they directed pale rose hues at her , sitting on bed beside her , the springs giving way to their weight. the idea  of escape dug into her bones. aches would not cease as they screamed at her to step upon fresh dew grass. ❛     tell me what the world is like. again.     ❜ they took her snow crowned locks within their grasp. she flinched away but let them weave the flowers into her hair. looking at a stray moon dusted bloom between her fingers, she sighed. for now , the misery of the tower ceased with their words of adventure. ❛     tell me of the place where these pretty flowers are from.     ❜ sweet hum emitted from honey glossed lips , sound filled the room with her artificial peace. from.

the assassin had never really cared for the mirror. they wondered if that had been the reason weiss thought them so intriguing, that they had always been more interested in the princess than a piece of reflective glass. ren knew the power that the mirror held; able to show one’s desires, from minute fantasies to their deepest, darkest secrets, and yet they’d been swayed from the temptation to look into it. what would they see when they looked inside ? didn’t a part of knowing what you wanted eventually make the desire more ravenous ? best to understand yourself from the inside out, rather than be dictated by what was essentially an outside party, no matter how omnipotent.

why ren continued to return they weren’t quite sure. the princess was a mystery, born into a position of near absolute power and still she wished for more. something interesting had clicked the night ren had first tried to take her life ; she had more loyalty to herself than what she was protecting. the assassin had been taught their entire lives to value the sustainability of the order over themselves. they were a pawn among dozens of disposable tools. what had been so alluring about weiss’ willingness to sabotage her father’s plans ? she didn’t care whose hands the the mirror fell into as long as she would be rid of it, the one and only key to the kingdom of atlas’ success.

maybe they admired her for it.

‘ the world outside is a destructive, violent place … ’ she was a princess. one would think that there would be servants for cleaning this kind of wreckage. did the king distrust everyone so adamantly they’d have weiss take care of this herself ? no doubt a mess she hadn’t even caused in the first place. the very first night ren had appeared there had been glass on the floor that night too. why didn’t she send for a nurse ? was that not allowed ? deft fingers belayed a kind of gentleness unbecoming of an assassin, soft touch among gossamer strands butterfly light. not for the last time they wondered why they didn’t just kill her and be done with it. the question still remained ; why hadn’t the assassin order told ren about the mirror ? maybe the answer would become clearer the more they learned about the princess.

weiss benefited more from ren’s visits than they did her. they couldn’t quite explain it, but there was something endearing in her reliance of ren’s stories. it was … nice to be appreciated for something other than how quickly they could render a body lifeless.

‘ — but there is more beauty out there than you could ever see from the confines of a mirror. ’ @mosaickd

one of the cardinal rules the assassin had been raised on was to never,   ever question one’s superiors.   any form of insubordination on his part would result in the appropriate punishment being applied instantly.   he’d learned this the hard way. and so ren kept his questions to himself   ;   didn’t question why he’d been tasked with assassinating the princess to the schnee monarchy,   nor why he needed to target the princess in her tower and her tower alone.   he’d been told that the reasons would become clear once the job was completed,   but he never held out on command actually keeping their promises.   he was just a tool to be held at their disposal.

still,   they should have warned him that the princess would have been trained in combat,   or   —   should he have come up with that conclusion all on his own   ?   their’s was a game of shadows,   and assuming any of all possible pathways was supposed to be part of his job.   he should have kept up higher guard,   otherwise,   he wouldn’t have been in a stand off agains the princess herself,   jade blades at the ready to complete his mission.   he’d come in a shroud of night,   slipping in from the open windows with the grace of a wayward wind,   but it still hadn’t been enough.   swift boots had briefly stepped across a shuffle of broken glass,   or something as equally noisy,   and the princess had been ready with her rapier drawn.

he stared glacier hue down,   the pink of his eyes the only thing visible between his mask of clothed black fabric,   internally coming up with more alternate routes of action.   @mosaickd