πΊπ―π¬ π°πΊ π΄π¬πΉπͺπ. Healing light weaves between fingers; kind heart violating humanityβs true face. She is seraphic in her grace.
Innocence boundless, she
does not waver.
ββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββ #fireemblemrp / #ferp / #mvrp
i do not know what else to do with these soft hands. violence was never my lover. some like to waltz with ruinββiβd sooner cradle lost souls, to find faith within shattered hearts. you are not lost, i see the sun, still.
β
β ΛβΉΰ±¨ΰ§ βΛβΉ
what a darling; what a saint.
βΛβΉΰ±¨ΰ§ βΛβΉ
ππ³π¨ππ΅ of π»π―π¬ πͺπ―πΌπΉπͺπ―βhalycon days weaved in tender blessings.
౨ৠ#ferp ౨ৠ#fireemblemrp ౨ΰ§
βYou do not look beautiful in blood,β her voice all too quiet despite the declarationβa beating muscle is hardly steady in its song.
βLet me clean away this sin.β
Between fingertips, the sun πππποΏ½οΏ½π; light whimpering to existence with white magic threading between cleaved meat. She kneels before the * β ( πΉπ¬π¨π«π¬πΉ ), hands delicate as they demand stillness of a limb infected.
βYou poor thing! Who did this to you?β
The Monasteryβs silence is no longer, pious songs trilling. Mercedes rests upon kneesβalways bruised from her love for the Goddess, divine prayers spewed in lullabies. The night eats light, candles weakly dancing in their meagre flames.
&& she waits, with hallowed breath.
The air so resembles ππππ; spine slick with sweat slithering, heat begging for perspiration. It begets spots of wet fabric. A face finds heat, crimson staining cheeks.
βThis is some unpleasant weather, yes? Summer is coming.β
Purple sprouts from stems, rooting into soil. Lavender scent seeps into her nose, floral && sweet. He fingertips toys with petals. Knees well dirtied with the earthβs gift, she hums a tale as the sun drags below the horizon. Sunset calls for rest, yet she lingers in its death.
#fireemblemrp / #ferp / #mvrpβwelcome to these halls. minors do not interact, mun is above 24. AEST timezone. Dark themes explored; long form preferred.
πΊπ―π¬ π°πΊ π΄π¬πΉπͺπ. Healing light weaves between fingers; kind heart violating humanityβs true face. She is seraphic in her grace.
Innocence boundless, she
does not waver.
ββββΰ¨ΰ§ββββ #fireemblemrp / #ferp / #mvrp
i do not know what else to do with these soft hands. violence was never my lover. some like to waltz with ruinββiβd sooner cradle lost souls, to find faith within shattered hearts. you are not lost, i see the sun, still.