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@asickman!

          amethyst hues drop their gaze to the flower, drenched in a bright ruby color, that’s bestowed to her as a gift. she knows it’s not painted crimson, she knows it’s BLOOD that taints the petals and the rose’s perfection, she knows it’s a victim’s blood too. she knows that and yet, she can’t reject it. her hand lifts up to the rose, nimble fingers curling around the stem delicately. she bites onto the inside of her cheek before pulling a smile onto her rosy lips, eyes soon glancing back up to wesson. flattered or disappointed? a mixed feeling of both. 

                         ❛  oh yeah,  he’s quite lucky alright. tomorrow night is gonna be  heart stoppin’  for him, ‘ll make sure of it.  ❜

     the corners of lips curl ever-so slightly at the sight of her; ethereal and luminous and painstakingly familiar, though not through his own memories ( the ones he’d gained prior to the realization that he was not just magus, not just MORTAL ). these were memories, feelings, of centuries past —- before the birth of the mortal form he now retained, before he’d been cast down into it. before the dawn of man, he had existed alongside her; her opposite, her counterpart, that which TOOK in the wake of her creation.

     she would not recognize him ( ‘least, not at first; the air of demise that surrounded him would likely be what gave him away ). still, he would approach and address her, an utterance of naught but a single word:

    ❛  ——————– LIFE.  ❜

@vctae​  —–  starter call; main verse.

          she is nothing but a ray of sunlight on a eternal cloudy day. her presence making the world feel a bit lighter around her, because her HAPPINESS radiates from her like something nuclear. the world has so much to offer, so why shouldn’t she be filled with unbridled joy? a smile, freshly blooming to her features, enhances the INNOCENT beauty that she possesses while her fingers dance along her hand, flourishing a floral bracelet to coil around her wrist. she’s so lost in the bubble that she exists in that her name being spoken alarms her. 

          head slopes to the right, violet hues fluttering, long lashes batting, mouth pulled into a zipped line. the list of people that are aware of her EXISTENCE is shorter than her pinky finger, so it’s uncommon for her to be called out like so. the quietus buzzing in the air tingles her senses though, smile soon twisted back onto her features, where it rightfully belonged. 

              ❛  what th’ hell do y’ want now?  ‘m  busy  plannin’ things for tomorrow, so make it quick.  ❜

starter call | @vctae.

                     ❛       would you miss your tongue ?       ❜

                            “ that’s sweet, el, but it’s court-mandated. you couldn’t come if you wanted to. and trust me, you don’t want to.”               deep down she knows she’d benefit from spending more time in the company of her level-headed friend, soaking in all the sweetness and rationality and positive vibes. but she’s never been able to make good choices for herself, and so she resolves to continue on alone.               “ i’m not doing it. those girls don’t want me on their team anyways, they HATE me.”                            alone, alone, alone.

          hopelessness begins to latch onto her, poisoning her veins and tainting her bloodstream with a vile type of doubt. if evaline could cause mischief, do things as amara does, then perhaps the court wound demand her attend the group too, but sprinkling trouble everywhere was never her cup of tea. how silly to know that two opposites could blend so well with each other, best friends. there was ONE other idea though. 

               ❛  apology not accepted and just so y’ know, i don’t need y’ t’ be concerned ‘bout me.  ❜