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❝ Edelgard von Hresvelg.
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/ / find divinity between these pretty thighs, sacred worship in forgotten prayers. god does not 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽.
( #fireemblemrp && #mvrp && #lewdrp. )
“You ask who is stronger?”
The skull cocks, body revolving around the reader—gaze cannibalistic, sacrifice found where pawns march. She ceases her steps, stopping behind them. Dagger threatens, slanting between shoulder blades.
“Me. I do not need to resort to this.”
unholymartyr.
If I may speak.
All I Ask of You from POTO is very (1) Edelgard-ship coded.
I will be heading to breakfast shortly, so, I think I’ll see what I can do here.
If you debase these loyalties to betray, I will execute you myself. Hubert will not have to lift a finger—these hands will bleed you, themselves.
To throw your life away for rot… I will correct the sad error. I can lament later.
@VeiledFaith “I do not think that,” she utters, dispassion a virus—breeding & then quickening, sense of the obvious obscured.
Yet, the body connives—truth in muscles tense.
“I am… simply fine, I am calm.”
Knuckles turn white upon steel, axe embraced by her fist.
Axe hunts for a training dummy—muscles rippling in the labour of heaving the cold metal. Wetness seeps from a forehead when her foot roots itself on a pretend body’s chest.
A kick & it topples, as she surges forth with the guillotine of a false head. Chest heaves, the axe falls.