#paniczasu

There was fragility in prejudice and, without it, there wouldn’t have been prejudice at all in the first place. Not the kind that would see colour where most didn’t in a flower, or pick up on the melodic thrill of the birds just outside the window that would greet the coming of a new morn, but a vile sort of fragility… A fragility that got a name of its own, and it was called bias.

Elves, too, were an incredibly fragile race in their hatred towards humanity and everything that made one human. So why was it that Avallac’h looked beyond hatred and allowed a lass of such despicable species this close to him? What was so special about Cirilla other than her likeness to Lara Dorren? Both in character and guise. Part of him wanted to believe that Lara Dorren, through Ciri, had returned to him. While the other half wished not for his memories of the former lover to be tainted by those he was building with a human.

Crystalline eyes swept up and down her body until Cirilla’s request brought them back to her face.

Would you mind horribly if I ask you to kiss me again ?

Her words damn near pierced through his resistances, although not enough to fuel him into action. Instead, Avallac’h reached out to cradle her jaw in his palm, once again stroking the jutting apple of her cheek, feeling the ridge of Cirilla’s scar render the skin uneven.

“You haven’t answered my question.” He reminded her. Although distant and cold by nature, those unnaturally pale eyes burned hot in what could only have been understood as confined desire, simmering deep into his bones like an underwater geyser.

↳ @paniczasu​ asked, “Do you love me?”

     His breath hitched in his throat and the fingers that held the book he had been reading became clumsy. He scrambled to catch it as it tumbled from his grip, but ultimately failed as it landed pages-down with a resounding ‘thwap’. For all of his foresight, for all of his gifts, she had once more managed to catch him completely off guard.

     How could such an innocent question feel so dangerous? Silently, he retrieved the fallen tome, carefully unbending the more unfortunate pages. What to say? How to answer? There was so much bound up in him that it would take forever to untangle. He was not ready. But when would he ever?

@paniczasu​ said:               "STO LAT, GRANDMAMA!" there's no warning, no preamble, but a burst of energy of a girl only five can muster as a tiny body flings herself on her grandmama's body over the covers. "did you know it was your birthday, grandmama? i did. i'm very smart, you know, which is why i don't need mousesack--," and here it is, a start to calanthe's day, a five-year-old bullying her way under the covers talking about how she shouldn't need lessons anymore since she knows absolutely everything.

@paniczasu​  --   She's sitting in the middle of the room, on the ground, pouting. "I'm bored."

                                                       unprompted ask

@paniczasu​​ said: "Are we there yet?"

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