ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ,

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀every 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 of me⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ is y͟o͟u͟r͟s͟ ͟f͟o͟r͟ ͟t͟h͟e͟ ͟t͟a͟k͟i͟n͟g͟ , @liittleweasel .

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

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⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀in 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮 , vigilance . in 𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 , s͟a͟c͟r͟i͟f͟i͟c͟e͟ .

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 ,
https://t.co/OssVjJkchT

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

@liittleweasel Some pieces of the tarts might have gone … Missing.

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

@liittleweasel / i will! thank you ♥

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

/ I might have to also archive and make a new account for this one because I have had * so many problems lately like no notifs, tl not moving, replies not posting, etc.

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

What troubles him?

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

@sanguiisetvinum He smelled something — different, or perhaps he was feeling mischievous, simply. The Warden should’ve paid more attention.

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

@sanguiisetvinum It seems to have been her hound … She’d have to apologize, he could be quite noisy whenever he notices something ami- someone new.

[ᅟᅟgibson girl, @sainticide]

an island beyond reach. memories from other lives. dreams of suffering and loneliness. a promise. a search for something lost.

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

care.” Then her mouth twitches, that scant, reserved smile. Amusement and Ayden Cousland never bode well, but she tries. “Yet he relishes biting?”

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

Waves and waves of emotions. Cobalt-gray descends upon innocence unspoiled despite oddities. It’s the peace that settles upon her bosom while witnessing the twain, ere aught else, ere the taste of loss for what might have been. A vision she had oft conjured in her wanderings —

[𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝓓𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒 . @liittleweasel]

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It is a pain that claws at her soul, that she knows not how to make it stop —— that she does not know if she 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝘵𝑠 to make it stop, for it is a reminder of her one true love.

A shiver traces her spine, and Anarietta cannot distinguish if it’s born from —
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[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

hitch could break the moment, the Warden draws closer. Quietly, despite the clatter of her armor. She does not question his seeming swift aging.

“He seems lovely and peaceful, the first bloom of spring by a soft, misty rain. I would not be surprised when i recall your —

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

as tortuous.

“If you would not mind,” gauntleted palm moves down to conjure lazy patterns on her back. Almost too familiar. Brows etch in ponder. “He is … Almost a year, yes?”

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

It was almost as if a painting that had never been marred, a glass never shattered — the gravest peril lay in how easily it grew homely despite being where she was meant to flee. There will arrive the morn when she must pack her things anew, and she wonders if it shall feel —

[𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝓓𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒 . @liittleweasel]

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Those hushed words are swiftly ignored. She overindulges on every give, sinks into their embrace, eyelids fluttering shut to better revel in the closeness offered.

“I find myself in better spirits now.” Fondness digs into her tone unnoticed. “He is healthy, strong. —
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[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

to Her Grace’s temple. Soft padding of unusual heartbeat, but it’s there.

“I’ve long pined for your touch. Have you been in good health?” she hushes as if in a secretive hymn. “How is the babe?”

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

Morose words teeter on the rims of her tongue. Something akin to ’I cannot stay’ but she senses it is already understood, engraved as a foreboding end to their embrace. It has been a while since she permitted greed ; thus her hold instead tightens. Chest presses close —

[𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝓓𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒 . @liittleweasel]

⠀

In euphoria, arms coil like wild vine around Ayden’s torso. There’s little that feels wrong beneath the veil of the night —— a forbidden (re)union tastes all the sweeter. The consequences of selfish whims can be dealt with in the morn.

“Just hold me.” She murmurs —
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[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

Then I shall take the odds and cherish the times when you are amiable. Like this very moment.

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

https://t.co/pCM3Mk4PzW

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ i’ll love you 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓,
until i die and after i die and when
i find my way out of the land of the 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑;
all my atoms, u͟n͟t͟i͟l͟ ͟i͟ ͟f͟i͟n͟d͟ ͟y͟o͟u͟ ͟a͟g͟a͟i͟n͟.

( @liittleweasel )

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

https://t.co/BseyIUhB6u

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

the silver-haired’s side with one arm beside the chair.

“Like this?”

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

If only she were to realize how her obedience might have seemed a vacant acquiescence to those around them, veiling the intent which came from heart, whichever fragments of it remaining that yearn to shelter the Duchess than to tear porcelain flesh.

Knelt, pulling her to —

[𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝓓𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐒 . @liittleweasel]

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Her dainty nose scrunches — impatience reigns. As if she still has any right to it. But knights spill blood on her whim, of course she expects her wishes to be promptly granted. A charming smile oft works as good as extreme measures.

“That is my desire, yes.”
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[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

@arivianwolf There’s almost a meager smile. Something as trivial as her cooking being appreciated, somewhat.

“There’s an ointment for that. It does not bring immediate relief, but apply it every morn, and it should ease the pain.”

[ᅠᅠؘ𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 , @bladesrot_a]

She’s savoring a steaming mug of coffee — please do not mind the Druffalo head on the table.