élise。

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀＊⠀ 𝔂ou cast the dust into ， @SMARTESTXTWIN . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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𝓹age after page of her failing to realize that what she was doing wasn’t rebelling ——— it was 𝚖https://t.co/RigWGzJdCD ᅠ
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[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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[ُ @grnte]

grieving, grieving, constantly grieving. i mourn what could have been, what will not be, what i can’t save.

[ُ @grnte]

her rage is her armor.

[ᥫ᭡ @godssdesire]

⠀⠀⠀˛ sans toi , je ne suis rien . ՙ

[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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overlooking the city from the
highest point, unaware, enjoying
the peace, lost in thought.
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[ُ @grnte]

she wants peace, & she’ll fight for it if she has to.

[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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she can sense that.
but who could be watching her
at this moment? simply, she’s
just sharpening up her sword in
attempt to ignore that odd feeling
creeping up on her.
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[𝗘𝗭𝗜𝗢 𝓐uditore @ArdenteMentore]

Rightly so. Templars ARE watched.

[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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it is an off-putting feeling. élise’s
skin crawls at every sound the world
around them makes. still, she is unaware of her beloved’s presence.

she’s never seen one street of paris
so empty. fingertips rest at the hilt of
her sword.
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[𝑫𝑨𝑴𝑬 𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑬 𝑭𝑹𝒀𝑬. @SMARTESTXTWIN]

—No need to fret. The Brit is watching her from a nearby rooftop, quiet but ready to kill for her if needed be.—

[ُ @grnte]

torn between two worlds.

[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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it’s too quiet.
the templar has a bad feeling
in her chest, like she’s being
watched. she knows she’s not alone.
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[𓉸ྀི ˘ 𝓎𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ʾʿ ໒꒱ ۪۪ ྀ @hitoguiuta]

despite everything ，it’s still you.

[ꨄ @lostaffections]

nothing is heavier than the dead body of someone you loved.

[۟ @godsfell]

angels aren’t just flesh and feather. they come in different palettes—— sea foam, cherry bark, rose thorn. in the right heaven-yellow light, anything could be holy enough to save you.

[︎ ︎ ︎ ،،̲ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ HELL'S ︎ ︎ ︎ ꒷꒦ ︎ ︎ BELLS. @devouringink]

i know i can be destructive in the things i do.

[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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a head is tilted, arms crossed.
eyeing the pocket, then again
taking a up and down glance at the
stranger, unsure if she should draw
her weapons.

“that pocketwatch is very dear to me,
monsieur. i’d like it if you gave it back.”
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[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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said stranger has not been spotted-
yet. élise is actively looking around for
the culprit, knowing she couldn’t have
dropped it. until the ticking of the clock
is the only thing she can hear, the templar stands at the same roof, closing
in on the hooded one.
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[۟ @godsfell]

my dear, i think of you always.

[quotebot against humanity. @cIowneryism]

the only thing higher than my iq is my kill count.

[élise。 @T3MPLARR]

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grumbles in french.
she’s lost a pocket watch that was very dear to her, wherever could it be?
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[۟ @sidereumnoxe]

⠀forgive me father , for i have sinned . and as i kneel here now ; hands red with blood , i know deep down , that i’ll do it again .