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an introspective on lucrecia crescent. as penned by elisabeth

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                            besides you already know how much ass i can kick.

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i want trees instead of gravestones and nothing to confess

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 ❝I feel like I’m falling.❞ 

 ❝Don’t let me go.❞ 

 ❝Will you be waiting here?❞ 

 ❝I fought off the monsters beneath her bed.❞ 

❝If my heart was a compass you’d be north.❞ 

 ❝I’ll catch you if you fall.❞ 

 ❝It could’ve been just another dream.❞ 

 ❝I heard you scream.❞ 

 ❝I’d never leave if it were up to me.❞ 

 ❝I’ll miss you with all my heart.❞ 

 ❝I’d rather be alone.❞ 

 ❝I don’t wanna leave without you.❞ 

 ❝I need a hug.❞ 

 ❝I’m scared they’ll forget me.❞ 

 ❝I survived.❞ 

 ❝I was never afraid.❞ 

 ❝I’m never letting go.❞ 

 ❝I’m sitting where I’m sp'osed to.❞ 

 ❝I would rather go swimming with Great White sharks.❞ 

 ❝I could really use a friend.❞ 

 ❝Just grin and bear it a while.❞ 

 ❝Tonight, I’m busting out.❞ 

 ❝I’m not afraid anymore.❞ 

 ❝I wanna feel alive forever.❞ 

 ❝I just wanna feel alive.❞ 

 ❝I saw your face in a criminal sketch.❞ 

 ❝I’m ready to take on the world.❞ 

 ❝I’m up here alone.❞ 

 ❝I’m in if you want to get down tonight.❞ 

 ❝There were days when each hour was a war I fought to survive❞ 

 ❝There were nights full of nightmares❞ 

 ❝Don’t let the fire die.❞ 

 ❝It gets better.❞ 

 ❝I’m tired of waking up in tears.❞ 

 ❝I’m sick of the past I can’t erase.❞ 

 ❝I ain’t too sure what I believe in❞ 

 ❝No looking back.❞ 

 ❝This isn’t the end.❞ 

 ❝I’ll never doubt you.❞ 

 ❝I can’t live without you.❞

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I don’t know what I’m supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met

The Night We Met // Lord Huron

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FOUR WORD PHRASES.

— ADJUST AS NEEDED. REMEMBER TO SPECIFY MUSE TO MULTIS.

“I already said no.”

“And what about it?”

“Who wants to know?”

“I love you too!”

“That tastes like garbage.”

“How’d you get here?”

“You need a ride?”

“I think I’m pregnant.”

“You need some help?”

“I’m perfectly fine, thanks!”

“Just let it go!”

“Hey, don’t walk away!”

“Put that back now!”

“I’ve had about enough.”

“Will you marry me?”

“Here, take a sip.”

“How does that feel?”

“Good to see you.”

“Don’t give me that!”

“Please, just stay tonight.”

“Thank you very much.”

“Oh no, you didn’t.”

“Let your hair down.”

“Quick! Out the window!”

“Not on your life.”

“I miss you too.”

“Clean as a whistle.”

“What do you say?”

“Throw in the towel.”

“Put the gun down!”

“Give me the knife.”

“My lips are sealed.”

“The door is locked.”

“Can we fix it?”

“That’s not my job.”

“I have a request.”

“What did you say?”

“I think I’ll manage.”

“I am not afraid.”

“One more drink, please.”

“You won’t marry me?”

“How about a kiss?”

“Oh, just shut up.”

“I know, I know!”

“I want to cry.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“You are so beautiful.”

“True love never dies.”

“For old times sake.”

“Take off your clothes.”

[faremises]

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         I  SUFFER  GREAT  DISASTER  BECAUSE  I  HAVE  A  BODY.  WHEN  I  HAVE  NO  BODY,  WHAT DISASTER  CAN  THERE  BE?  you hear this voice? this is my minds voice; you can’t touch my body now. it has changed once, and it has hardened, don’t ask it to respond again.  angeal  hewley.  independent,  selective,  private.  written  by  danny.  dash  only.

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You woke the world inside of me You were the brightest shade of sun When I saw you

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“You know--” The words are almost too familiar, too over confident for someone approaching the unknown, toeing ever closer towards the waterline and the crimson cloaked figure nestled among the mirror of glass and greenery. The stillness makes her uneasy, most of this makes her uneasy --- alarm bells, going again and again. 

But there is another step and another. Waves almost dare to lap at her shoes and the mist settles on her skin.

She has a to-do list, but she’s here --- with someone unknown in the middle of the forest she dares to call home. There are chores to be done, things to put away, a dinner to cook, and then enough time to do it all over again, simply a never ending cycle ( ongoing and ongoing, at its own dreadful pace ). 

In the closeness, it’s easy to seen how worn he is, how unkempt. So the basket is placed in the sand, not exactly an offering, but she can replace things, other things can be easily replaced. “The fall uphere are incredibly dangerous, and we don’t get many tourists in these parts.”

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lucrecia’s cottage is nestled near the woods, a few meters off from the waterfall that hides the cave. it’s an older cottage that she bought off someone in cash, the land falling into under an assumed name. a bedroom, a den full of books and research ( scattered cookbooks and recipes ), a modest kitchen with a wood burning stove and makeshift breakfast nook. the cellar has not been cleared in some time.

it’s stately, overgrown in the best way -- a garden full of life ( sustainable, for she rarely has to go to town ) that guards her so well. the snaking river and mist make the trails hard to navigate. her land is only rocky on the outskirts, leaving enough room for her garden and the few animals that she has ( four -- three chickens and a chocobo ). 

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let lucrecia bake you bread.  she has her bachelor’s in chemistry 

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Many think -- that the footfalls of the Nibel Steeps are as cold and unforgiving as the sister peak of Mount Nibel or the cold and windy jetties of Junon, while there is something mild to the Steeps, something calm that rushes in with spring and leaves her garden in vast bloom, bobbles and smells abound.

Honey and rosemary always lingering in the air.

The mountain and rivers do well to keep her and this haven covered, the cabin sits nestled in woods, hidden by the waterfall and the cave is obstructed by water and stalagmites. Great Mako pools and towering Materia crystals to call an eternal home -- but for now, and while she has the chance, she enjoys the moments that she has with this cabin, with her garden and the small kitchen that allows her to perform a different kind of chemistry with heat, yeast, fermentation and sugar.

Typically, with the wait for the bread to bake --- it is peaceful, a couple of the local children come and try to steal the few eggs she keeps ( to call the woman a witch within the same breath as she sent them on their way ), a book keeps her attention, however, today something is on edge, something is stirring, and it draws a long pace out of her, back and forth almost to run her rug well worn. 

Part of her wants to rip the pan from the stove and cover the flue to retreat to higher, safer and more hidden ground. That nagging feeling pulls at her again, over the scent of sugar, butter and flour. It could merely be the fray of time, pulling back at her ( JENOVA cells reacting and firing against her ) reminding her she’d be here until the end of days, to stay with a planet that cared very little for her. Yet, that had always been a jib, to alarm and aggravate, to provoke she reminds herself as a cast iron is pulled from her hearthstone and bread is covered to cool. The lid of her dutch oven put aside as the kitchen towel thrown to her counter. 

It was easier to bake a problem away, to reason something away -- but this was a feeling she couldn’t shake. So it’s easier to adorn the crust of freshly baked bread with rosemary and butter.

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lucrecia’s living situation is precarious, for in canon it states that lucrecia’s slumber within the materia crystal is entirely self imposed! the ability to remove herself from stasis within the materia was an unforeseen side-effect of the JENOVA Cells and her own personal meddling. However, with the amount of time she’s spent in the materia crystal -- she’s become fairly attached to it and the surrounding area, and while she is mostly immortal she is significantly weaker away from her cottage ( a home by the lake, hidden by waterfall mist, honeydew, and wild garden --- a chocobo and a small farm for one, a memory of home reborn in a broken spirit ) and the subsequent materia crystal. 

she still frequently returns to her cave to shield herself from those who have JENOVA cells and are unknown to her or she is unknown to them, mainly out of preservation ( but also out of fear of a unknown rebound, or other unintended consequences ). with this barrier of crystal she is able to project her voice through the cave if needed, but it also protects both parties from rebounding or reactive JENOVA cells. 

however she much prefers her quiet cottage that is sundrenched. the locals consider her a witch. she claims to be a farmer’s daughter, seeking a peaceful reprieve.  yet the walls lined with books show something more.

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aqeidah -  the binding; the act of known human sacrifice;

i.  the pact that abraham made about isaac. ii. the choice lucrecia crescent made in nibelheim  

an independent, selective, and canon divergent doctor lucrecia crescent, md, phd from the final fantasy seven series

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my headcanon is that lucrecia is almost ten years older than vincent because i think she at least has an md over all and we know that girl had her phd in biotechnology so she had to do all that schooling -- what im saying is that like luce had to be closer to 37 or 38 when she left nibelheim.

let her be well accomplished.