#wolfofthehorizon

send a symbol to give my muse… (accepting ! )

○: a hug

Lafrenze misses Elef’s hugs, they’re unlike Rose’s hugs because his arms are much larger in comparison. It feels weird now, because his arms are still rather large compared to her petite frame; it startles her how quiet he approached too. A light gasp leaves her lips, when he hugs her from behind. Turning to see who it was, the princess’s eyes widen with surprise and it isn’t long till her shock is replaced with a smile and joy. She gives her father a hug in return, a giggle leaving her lips.

“Vati!” Lafrenze greets him, in a sing song voice, pulling away to get a better look at him, “I’m surprised you’re home, I thought you wouldn’t return for another two days!”

“….welcome home though, hehe! Ah, did you already see Mutti and Mär, and the twins….?”

♡: a hair ruffling

Lafrenze loves when her father ruffles her hair, it draws out a joyful laugh out of the young princess’s lips. He had praised her for her good work, and she nuzzled into his hand while he did the deed. Her lessons had become more time consuming, nearly putting her to sleep–– but she did it! And she could see the pride radiating off her father’s expression, it was joyful as well and radiated content too.

Etiquette, the history of their country, the studies of politics – oh, it put poor Lafrenze to sleep. That’s why she slips out of her room quickly, before her next tutor can come teach her about something unimportant. The light pitter patter of feet can be heard as she hurries down the grand hallway. She checks every room, before storming in – in case she runs into someone that’ll shoo her back to her studies. When she finally happens upon her Father’s study, and sees him inside – the creak and groan of the door is heard and it isn’t long till the princess hurries to his side.

With a light tug to the cloth of his clothes, Lafrenze looks up toward her Father, with a expectant look. She and Elef are quite close, and he was very understanding therefore she hopes he allows for her to sneak away for a bit. She was going to be subtle about her needs, because she knows he is probably busy. But she had her hopes.

“Vati,” She whispers quietly, and she tugs again, unsure whether or not he felt her, “.....Vati? What are you up to?”

You got your revenge…

I feel your pain, other me

Finally! Classes have ended, and what a boring day has been... The good thing is that she will hang out with her friends, and all this will turn into a good day. The teenagers went to a cafe, some sweet desserts and hot cocoa were the perfect match for a good conversation. There, Rose realized a puppy, apparently lost, searched for a safe place in the animal.

"Puppy!” She petted the dog’s head, and it ran in an attempt to play with her. It was not hard, soon she was running behind it without even noticing she was getting far away from her known streets and slowly she was entering one of the somewhat insecure areas of the city. 

They love each other... Then why is it so hard to understand and accept it? Why did he force her to leave him? Why cannot they be together? Being separated is not good, love is always the solution! They will be happy! Just like in those old and fun days where traveling together was the rule, ah, his smile was so beautiful; and now, how much it hurt her not being able to see it again, but she will find a way, of course! She will make him change of opinion, just like she did many other times. Yes! Everything will be alright and nothing will get in their way of loving and supporting each other

That motivation only made her feel frustrated, more when she was following this blond soldier -that for some reason she cannot bring herself to like him- that guides her for her return to her homeland, only getting away from that dream of being with her beloved.

It won’t be a one night thing, she wants it to last more time, she wants more.

In her land she always leaves her guards behind, and this time it won’t be different, more when it is a single one. And without making a any sound, she runs back to the place where her dearest person is. Who knows when this soldier will notice her absence.

Soon she arrived to that place, that field where the sounds of metal clashing and yells reign... The picture shocked her, more when this was the first time she saw something like that. Her eyes try to spot him, he was the general so he should be leading them, in the front, perhaps?

royalty au

Her reign of terror had ended in an abrupt and bloody halt. One moment she was laughing - laughing so hard at the slaughter that tears had welled considerably in her ecstatic blue eyes. In the next moment, there was no air in her lungs to laugh with. She had been impaled with a dimly glowing black sword, wielded by none other than the rebellion’s leader. The Queen did not know how the blade drained her strength so efficiently, let alone so quickly. It was the first time she had experienced such an intense pain since escaping the burning stake.

At that time, somewhere in the back of her mind, Therese had already accepted that no amount of witchcraft would save her this time. With nothing left to hope for, the dignity of defeat was the only weapon she had left to grasp. She walked to the dungeons on her own two feet, (albeit restrained and escorted by what she assumed was an elite team of fighters) and she sat straight backed, strong against all the torment. It was easy enough to tune out the verbal abuse of her captor’s subordinates; it took a little more control to keep from lashing out at those who thought it funny to jostle her, or take their pitiful “revenge” against her tyranny. But she persevered, silent and defiant by means of her own cooperation.

After all - they can take the future from her, but they could not undo the delicious damage she had already done.

In spite of her looming death, this is not her only comfort. As she sits with her back against the grimy, cold wall of her cell, she gazed fondly at the single barred window. It is tiny and did little to illuminate the room but it is the only source of light she has. The sound of footsteps affect her not; Therese continues to stare contently, not acknowledging the presence of the man with the Black Sword.

"In a few hours your head will roll through the town square — what say you, deposed one?"

There is a sigh that longs to be freed but she holds it in, her head lulling to the side. She stares at the General, a look of complete and utter apathy paining her face as a signal that she has absolutely no desire to engage in this conversation. Although she keeps deliberate eye contact, her lips are frozen in disdain. For how long it goes on like that, she is unsure. But eventually the (former) Queen grows bored and turns her head away entirely.

When she is sure he has left her, (gone to arrange her final beheading, doubtlessly) her attention refocuses on that small slit of light. Her voice is harsh from her refusal of lowly provisions, but there is a smile that sheds joy to the quiet phrase. "März… Mutti will be with you soon…"

Change is coming, that much is certain.

What kinds of change are in store is something she cannot say. The news happens late at night, where the skies are clear and there isn't a cloud in sight. With upturned palms, she feels the cool energy flow through her fingertips. Facing skyward, there is an excitement and yet a contentment among the stars. It brings a small smile to her face and, one by one, Misia begins to filter through the Signs. She is only halfway through when the source of the fuss comes to her attention. The smile slips from her face.

Gemini had always provided her comfort when daily toils began to get the better of her. Even now, there is a reassuring sensation that somewhere in the world, her brother's warmth still exists. However, it is troubling for there to be such a drastic shift in the way the Twins shine down upon the earth. Taking careful note, Misia finishes sorting through the rest of the constellations, and wanders to her bed to think it over.

For the next six consecutive evenings,  she spends a particular amount of time gazing at the small light the Twins provide. Her heart, steeled against the harsh ways of the world, tries it's very best to prepare for whatever is coming.

Because upon the next morning, change is here.

The priestess hears the hurried footsteps long before their arrival. Curious as to why anyone in the temple would have reason to run so quickly, she stands to receive her company. At first she teases Reina, who is so out of breath she can barely speak. But then her body is frozen in place, rivaling any of the statues nearby.

"There is...someone by the entrance...! They're asking about you and - and they look exactly like you, Misia...!" 

In her mind the image of Gemini flashes and, in that moment, Misia is freed from her stony state. She passes the younger girl swiftly, starting at a brisk walk. But before long she is running too, pulse pounding in spite of herself. She easily cuts through pillars and pathways and before long she rushes through the doorway. There is a familiar tugging, and a sort of static energy that glances over her skin - like a gentle wind guiding her in the right direction. And now, she does not need useless torchlight to know who it is that finally found her.