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[wnq-anonymous]

The more you hide your feelings, the more they show. The more you deny your feelings, the more they grow.

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[sereluce-blog-deactivated201911]

            ❝ Ugh, it’s fine, Noire. I keep telling you, don’t I? You apologize too much. ❞

[dualverge-blog]

       ❛    s-sorry !!! agh !!  s-s-sorry again !!!!      ❜

[mariodaymiller]

[dualverge-blog]

@heldstrong

she wasn’t sure who else had ventured to this time from theirs. all she was aware was severa had been sneaking about the castle as one of the royal’s retainers. sadly, before noire could have been hand picked to be someone else’s retainer, the king had picked to throw her with iago.  ( good for him, bad for her. )

      ❛    GOOD! ALMOST TIME FOR BLOOD! MUST MAIM~!       ❜

today, she didn’t even have the strength to fight her louder, darker side ( and that was exactly what iago wanted. )

[penumbred-blog]

       ❛  Do you wish to pet her?  ❜   tenderness in the curve of his lips and warmth in the silk of his voice, a show only for his lifelong partner to witness. Noire’s presence is not lost to either, and Minerva exhales loudly in response to his words.   ❛  It’s been oft said her scales are second to none in luster alone, but you will find their resistance to be nothing to turn your nose up at.  ❜

[dualverge-blog]

the back of her hand tucked dark strands of hair behind her ear as she let out a sigh ( in attempt to hide a squeak of fear. ) she has never been fond of said creatures, actually to put it in better terms: she has always feared for her life of such creatures.

     ❛   n-no, that’s okay !! really i d-don’t want to intrude on a-anything.   ❜

cheeks would bloom slightly with a pretty pink color as she shifted on her feet, body hunching over in defeat as she scooted further behind him. if he had a cape, she was sure she would tuck herself underneath it.

[dualverge-blog]

noire is so murderous in this fates verse. it hurts ME.

[sereluce-blog-deactivated201911]

            Frustrations cause irritation to bubble within her being, and knowing it wasn’t the archer’s fault ( it was hers, all hers, never the gentle girl’s ) forced her to grit her teeth, taking her anger out on the training dummy. She refuses to allow herself to scream at the elder when she’s well aware the changes in personality are because of her own foolishness. 

    She should have urged her to run. This kingdom was too dark for such a pure soul.

    Her quiet voice causes a pause in her swing, Luna― No, Severa ( a certain understanding easily allowed her true name to be used ) wiping the sweat from her brow, already nodding with little to no thought. The caste was suffocating, a walk would be good for both of them. 

    ❝ Alright, ❞ comes her vocal agreement, sword being sheathed as she walks over, arms crossing despite how warm her body feels. “You wouldn’t be getting any fresh air though. It’s all the same here.” 

[dualverge-blog]

she could feel the need for blood to surface. VIOLENT tendencies took over whenever she stayed within the castle walls for long ( even outside too. ) no matter where she was, her fingers always needed to pluck the string of her bow, ending whomever was in front of her ( never would she hurt a friend, unless they asked for it. )

     ❛    s-sorry. i forgot about the name thing, selena.     ❜

swallowing, she felt her finger twitch as she grabbed her bow. the pads of her calloused fingertips brushing againt the steel bow ( her mother’s name engraved in place, right where her thumb would always press before she shot an arrow. )

      ❛    heh, the air is fine. all i want is to stretch my legs.     ❜

as soon as she spoke, she noted the change in tone. her quiet self screamed. trying to warn her, to tell severa what was happening. ( but it may have been too late for such a thing. )

[dualverge-blog]

nova needs to let me live

[dualverge-blog]

"You take such joy in pretending you're okay."

blinking not once, but twice. she could feel the elder’s gaze bore into her frame. studying: taking in every bit of information she could before speaking. ( it was what her mother did but instead of voicing concern she yelled incantations at her. cursing her. )

was she always going to be cursed? to be the black cat, the unlucky girl with a monster in her head? she didn’t know. all she knew how to do was apologize for everything that she did or didn’t do. 

it was starting to get rough to be herself.

        ❛     but i’m always, oo-okay!! i’m n-never not, i’m sorry !! if i came off !! being not okay.    ❜

Send "You take such joy in pretending you're okay" to see how my muse reacts.accepting.

[dualverge-blog]

@sereluce

lips unfurl to show pearly whites, as her hands curled around the end of her bow. the pads of her fingers running along the string,  plucking it as she sat and let chocolate hues watch the red head train. it was getting harder and harder to suppress her louder side. she would have daily, if now hourly outbursts. 

something iago was keen on making sure she continued to have. 

part of her didn’t seem to mind. she kind of liked being able to be comfortable in her skin.

        ❛    sev?   c-can we get out of the castle? i kind of w-want to go for a walk.     ❜

she was feeling an episode. and lately severa was the only person to QUELL such loud spells.

[dualverge-blog]

i still will always die a little when i think about the rest of the future kids going into the fates world and getting stuck on other sides of the war and having to fight each other like no it’s fine. i’m fine. i’m not crying you’re crying.

Send "You take such joy in pretending you're okay" to see how my muse reacts.

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        ❛    ha-have you seen my mother? i’m suppose to help her with something !! she isn’t anywhere to be found.    ❜

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she’s just going to tuck herself away behind him. maybe his wyvern won’t notice her there. god she hoped it didn’t. she wasn’t sure if her little heart could take it ( or rather it take her other side, anyway. )

[felldivine-blog]

“A comb? Coming right up! Now, let’s see – ah, here we go! Get that frizz, Noire!”

[dualverge-blog]

in the moment of the other’s disappearance. noire had a moment to breathe, to quell the external war she fought with herself daily. at least it wasn’t a violent outburst. 

         ❛    aaa!!! morgan i am !!!! my a-apologies!!! for !! the outburst !!!     ❜

[dualverge-blog]

i’m still trying to find art, and make icons. but like this for a thingy.

[felldivine-blog]

“Whoa, Noire?! Oh gods, are you having one of those pent-up emotion moments again?”

[dualverge-blog]

        ❛    GIVE ME A COMB. FRIZZ! I MUST!! TAKE CARE OF IT.     ❜