ILIA ● AMITOLA

M!A: None. Semi-selective, canon-divergent, mun is 18+.

[amiitola]

"Did you honestly think that the grave could hold me? "

"I-... I suppose I should have known better..."

[amiitola]

Rumors of Adam's death ran rampant across Mistral and Menagerie, and without anyone seeing him for a few months, many assumed he was indeed gone. That, however, didn't stop a delivery of red roses and red spider lilies from arriving at Ilia's home, accompanied by a small box. Upon opening, the High Leader's mask was within, a famed photograph of her induction into the White Fang and his hand on her shoulder.

Ilia was thankful to be away from that life, but she still found herself thinking about him. Adam. It had been so hard to turn her back on him, after everything they’d been through, but it had to be done. And now to hear that he was dead at the hands of Blake and her friend, her heart wept. She had hoped Adam would find redemption one day too, but she supposed it wasn’t to be.

When the delivery arrived at her home in Menagerie, she was confused. Who could have sent her these? When she opened the box that came with the flowers however, a gasp leaves her and she almost drops it, her hands shaking. Inside the box was his mask, and a photograph of the two of them. Who had sent her this? And why? Could it be someone from the White Fang’s idea of a joke? Or could it be... No, it couldn’t be.

[amiitola]

Random, passionate kiss for the chameleon.

Ilia's eyes fly wide open and her skin flushes pink. Her voice cracks with confusion and surprise as she speaks in her flustered state after he pulls away. "A--Adam??"

[amiitola]

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

Ilia couldn’t deny her jealousy. She had been jealous ever since he and Blake became a couple. Hearing about their dates from her best friend was painful, but still she tried to be happy for them. They were both happy, that’s all she wanted. But still... It seemed she had missed her own chance.

“It’s nothing.”

[amiitola]

Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

“52%… Just over half. That’s not bad. But… He and Blake are 88% compatible. I stand no chance…”

[wiltingsnow]

“So quick to give up. . Forgot what I taught you already? We decide our fate, through action, not odds. 88% compatible didn’t stop her from leaving, and 52% shouldn’t stop you from succeeding.”

[amiitola]

“Ah-- You... You heard me.” Fighting back a blush, she rubs the back of her neck. “I... I guess you’re right.”

[amiitola]

Send 💕 and my muse will use The Love Calculator to see how compatible they are.

“52%... Just over half. That’s not bad. But... He and Blake are 88% compatible. I stand no chance...”

[amiitola]

“Hey, it’s cold outside. At least wear a jacket.”

"Why? Worried I'll get sick?" Ilia chuckles faintly in response. He was right though - they were in Atlas after all. And the dress she was wearing to infiltrate this fancy ball wouldn't exactly keep her warm.

She grabs a black jacket and pulls it on before turning to face her boss once more. "There. Can we go now? I just wanna get this over with. I don't really like it here, and I don't like wearing dresses either..."

[amiitola]

{{ I mean... Honestly, how can you show me these scenes and not expect me to ship them?? I live for hate-ships. And especially now they’re on good terms I ship them even more-.

I want to make content for them again but I wouldn’t be able to post them publicly out of respect for those who don’t want to see it. Just-- Aaaa. Why does every ship I touch end up badly for me? }}

[amiitola]

“ i can’t believe you were with her/him

“Why does it matter? Brother Yuma was just helping me with the mission, nothing else.”

[amiitola]

{{ I have decided.

I’m going to try to start role-playing here again. However, my Ilia WILL remain canon-divergent and is NOT a lesbian. I have my reasons, and I politely ask that you please respect this. Feel free to unfollow me if you don’t like it, there are many other amazing Ilia blogs out there!

For those of you who are staying, I thank you. I have really missed being here and I hope that I can build some new interactions with you! }}

[amiitola]

"So, this is where you have been hiding. . What's the matter, traitor. Couldn't make yourself blend in with the rest of those who betrayed our people?"

“A-… Adam?… What are you doing here? How-”

She cuts herself off. By now, Ilia knew better than to ask how he found her. He always found his targets. And after her betrayal, she was no doubt one of them. She stands her ground however, a hand hovering beside the weapon at her back as she frowns.

“Are you here to kill me? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”

[amiitola]

Guilt floods her thoughts as she listens to him speak in that low, disappointed tone. The tone she had always feared from him before, worked so hard to hear the opposite. She had wanted to be different, wanted to be there for him after Blake left, but as he said - she was really no different after all. She’d done exactly what Blake had done, turned her back on him when he needed her the most. But... She couldn’t live that life anymore. Blake had made her realise that the White Fang was on the wrong path, and that Adam wasn’t who they thought he was.

“Don’t pretend to know what my parents would think...” A hint of bitterness is present in her tone as her own fist clenches, her gaze lowering. “I thought we were doing what was right. But... I was wrong. I watched you change, let you change me too. But when you sent us to kill the Belladonnas? Sent us to kill our own people? That’s when I realised how wrong I was.”

She lifts her gaze to meet his once more, her eyes a bright blue as she struggles with her inner turmoil. “And when I saw you were prepared to press that button and kill us all when the plan went wrong? That’s when I realised I was right.”

[dish1910]

#RWBY 3.0 Old guards

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[wiltingsnow]

@amiitola

[velveteen-art]

i,, am absolute trash,,,

praise the lord for reference pictures

[amiitola]

{{ I have decided.

I’m going to try to start role-playing here again. However, my Ilia WILL remain canon-divergent and is NOT a lesbian. I have my reasons, and I politely ask that you please respect this. Feel free to unfollow me if you don’t like it, there are many other amazing Ilia blogs out there!

For those of you who are staying, I thank you. I have really missed being here and I hope that I can build some new interactions with you! }}

[amiitola]

Send “💋” For a gif of how my muse would KISS yours.

{{ After like, an hour searching for the exact gif I had in mind, I still couldn’t find it. This is close enough. }}

[amiitola]

". . . Will you stay, Ilia, or will you go too? At this point, after everything that happened, everyone we lost to that damned woman. . You'd be a fool to stay. Maybe you should go, while you still can. I wouldn't blame you if you saved yourself."

He sounded so… Weak. Tired. Things she had never associated with him. But the attack on the camp had taken a toll on them all. They had lost their brothers and sisters to that woman. Ilia was mad she hadn’t been there to stop her. But there was no changing the past, they could only move on. And she was not going to give up now.

“No.” With a blink, her eyes turn red with hatred. “I’m not leaving.” Her eyes falter then and return to their normal colouration as she sighs, glancing up at him. “I’m staying here - with you. You’ve always been there for me. You won’t have to do this alone.”

[amiitola]

"So, this is where you have been hiding. . What's the matter, traitor. Couldn't make yourself blend in with the rest of those who betrayed our people?"

“A-… Adam?… What are you doing here? How-”

She cuts herself off. By now, Ilia knew better than to ask how he found her. He always found his targets. And after her betrayal, she was no doubt one of them. She stands her ground however, a hand hovering beside the weapon at her back as she frowns.

“Are you here to kill me? I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”