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 @rcgaliisms  asked :     “ i’m not sure i believe in anything anymore ” - rcgaliisms (LOOK THAT THREAD HAS ME HUNGERING FOR ANGST)

             ꧁ ༒ ☬  ‘bitter sweet love’ starters  ☬ ༒ ꧂

            alison’s words  strike like a bayonet, piercing straight through her jewel-studded breast to the vulnerable heart underneath.     in spite of herself, tatiana flinches.    this was supposed to be a simple lunch   —   catching up with an old friend in a parisian cafe   —    but inevitably, the conversation turned to darker things.    one look at alison, older and wearier, and it is clear she has been wounded too.

            ‘ don’t do that, dear, ’       she replies, soft tones echoing all the ardent sympathies of her youth.    neither of them are the same girls anymore.   they do not see the world the same way.    bruised, scarred, and aching, they carry on in a life which has no sympathy for them, a future that has left them behind.       what is there to cling to but faith?       ‘ you mustn’t give up.    you mustn’t…   stop believing, because the moment you do that, they’ve won. ’      the moment you lose hope, they’ve killed you too.

          ‘ ali. ‘ her name was clipped as it slipped out. he blew out the last of the smoke and snuffed out the cigarette he’d been smoking before walking over her, already scowling. the morning had already been long, and seeing her here wasn’t making his morning any better. how many times now had they had this conversation? ‘ i thought we agreed you were going to stay off the row. ‘ even if neither of them were prejudiced against the fae, it wasn’t the best part of town. 

❈ ✼ ❈     meet petitiana!!  ( accepting!! )   //   @rcgaliisms

“It is very, very important to share your dolls,” the little princess dictates solemnly, with the air of one who simply knows these things. Small hands are kept busy braiding a section of Alison’s long blonde hair. Each individual lock is treated with painstaking care, not wound around another until Tatiana is certain of exactly what she’s doing. Her friend is going to look beautiful, and she will not settle for anything less.

“Nanny says good little girls always share whenever they can. Even grand duchesses must share, you see…  for we have more lovely things than most little girls, so it’s very important to share.”  For a moment, her hands go still.  She leans around to look her friend in the eyes, suddenly clasping Alison’s hand earnestly. The bright smile upon her young face banishes the uncanny sternness so often observed when she is intently focused on something; she looks like a child again.

Rather large? Rather large? How do you not notice how big this place is! Luckily, Peter manages to hold his tongue at least a little bit, but there’s no way he’s able to hide theshocked expression on his face when he looks at this place. Seriously, it’s huge! And sure, he’s been to the tower, and the Avengers Compound, this is DIFFERENT– super fancy, too. He has no idea how he’ll manage to fit in here…at all.

“Really, you’ve never noticed how big this place is? ‘Cause lemme tell you, it’s freakingHUGE. I mean, maybe that’s  ‘cause i live in an apartment in Queens, but still, it’s really big!” Almost INTIMIDATING, and if it weren’t for Allison’s presence, it definitely would be. But she’s standing here wearing her pajamas, looking completely casual, which is definitelyreassuring– does that mean he doesn’t have to act like he knows how fancy things work?

“Wait, what’s Windsor Castle? But– uh, good to know! I really really didn’t wanna accidentally break something super valuable, you know?”

@rcgaliisms // random asks (always accepting)

This is INSANE. When she invited him to her place, he definitely wasn’t aware of just how much it would all be. He’s only been on a plane once, and that was flying to Germany to help the Avengers fight at the airport. This was his second time, after saying goodbye to May and Ned, promising he’ll be back soon, and now he’s landed HERE, walking up to the biggest house he’s ever seen. His eyes go as wide as they possibly can, mouth falling open– the kid with a million words for every single occasion somehow at a LOSS for them now. He knew she had money, but he didn’t know just HOW MUCH, and definitely didn’t expect a place like this.

At first, he doesn’t even notice Alison standing there, too focused on EVERYTHING ELSE. But there she is standing in the entrance, a direct contrast of everything around them. While the building is fancy and polished, she looks as if she JUST rolled out of bed, hair messy and pajamas on. But he can hardly even focus on that first. 

❈ ✼ ❈    the royal ball starters  ( no longer accepting )   //   @rcgaliisms

               ‘ NONSENSE.  you are as graceful as any lady here, and just as sure-footed. ’      this may be an exaggeration, but alison is no clumsier than the most unsteady grand duchess, and even marie has found partners enough tonight.  it should not be difficult for alison   —   who at least holds the allure of foreign beauty   —   to attract the interest of the countless grand dukes roaming the ball tonight.       ‘ hold your head up high, do not be afraid to make eye contact...  and smile!  you look so frightened. ’ 

CARING SENTENCE STARTERS | ACCEPTING

Ignis sighed. He hated to feel VULNERABLE, but since he had become blind, he put himself too often in such a situation for his taste. He wanted to be as strong as before. He didn’t want to wait and he felt like he wasn’t progressing enough. he had to be useful again - he was still the king’s advisor, and while Noctis was there, he felt quite responsible of the kingdom.

❈ ✼ ❈   i promise you do, you matter too ( accepting! )   //  @rcgaliisms