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i just noticed i wasn’t on my personal and i’m laughing
° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.
❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜
krmhld:
SOMETHING IN HIS CAGED CHEST bursts as the girl’s pallor takes on a cherry hue, steeled features rounded out to something less intimidating and more taciturn than anything. He, colossus / Eligos incarnate, strives to make himself known as both tyrant and caretaker, a fair man with only the interest of his country at his heart, so is it not plausible that in the midst of his battle-earned reputation he returns to remember the simpler things? The things he swears as a knight to protect? Footsteps come to a halt. He turns to Rinea and takes her hands in his.
❝A man is not living if all he knows is combat, and in order to lead my people I must first learn what it is I am protecting.❞
HE OATHS TO NOT BE SELFISH, not like those hedonistic swines polluting Zofia’s blood vessels; nay, he will be as strict as Duma, leading his people through trying times with a stern hand ( rigidity is all he knew at a young age: to serve as scion to a throne long beyond his temperamental reach ) and serve as savior-martyr-warlord if he must. He will be the stick that waves away lesser beings, the code of chivalry threaded into his spine.
HER MODESTY DOES NOT GO UNNOTICED and if she thinks herself a burden rather than a guiding light, then he will insist—make her think otherwise.
❝I will have the flowers delivered to you by a messenger as early as tomorrow’s morn.❞
UMBRAL TONES DOTH SHIFT to something kinder, ( sugar in black coffee ) the touch of the girl’s slender fingers against his, larger and calloused by war, akin to wielding glass—he fears that she’ll break in his touch. He lets go with electricity still tangible in his palm and warmth blossoms at the base of his chest.
❝Let us proceed, shall we?❞
She feels her heart halt, for but a brief moment, as he takes her hand in his. Smile briefly disappears, as she gazes at the perfection of her hand’s fit, as though meant to be in his hold. Though his palms were battle-worn; hers were untainted, soft— like harsh sunrays meeting gentle moonlight. At a single touch, his warmth envelops her and she feels safe. His statement renders her almost speechless, and only deepens her faith in him.
Feelings stir beneath her chest, ones she hasn’t felt before. (Did he wish to protect her?) Her cheeks remain in blush, as she musters a reply.
“My lord…” A pause, as she remains in awe, before meeting his gaze once more. A small grin returning to her lips, wishing to convey her appreciation for the man. “You are very thoughtful.”
To refuse a gift from the crown heir himself would be unbecoming of her. The lady knew well of her place as a low noble and she neither intended to stray from her station, nor disrespect the prince (despite how she’d rather save him the trouble).
His insistence on the matter only made her wonder if she truly was worthy of his benevolence. She regrets being unable to return the favor, but she wondered: would he do the same gesture for another noblewoman alike? Remaining true to her modesty, she parts her lips once more to thank him.
“Thank you, my lord.” She bows her head, a grateful countenance and tone. “I only wish that I could repay you for your kindness.”
Once he releases his hold on her hand, his warmth leaves her nerves and she is left with an empty feeling. Fingers recollect traces of his touch, and she is unable to shake off the feeling. Her heart regains a steady, calm rhythm as the prince helps lead their time together.
“Ah— Yes.” A nod, as she inquires on perhaps their next destination. “Would you like to see where the birds gather?”
hi, i’m lia! please reblog if you’re willing to interact with a rinea from fire emblem echoes: shadows of valentia. please take time to read my rules and perhaps skim through my blog!
krmhld:
HERINVITATION WAS MET with intrigue and pleasantries, thethought of excusing himself from the dark depths of politics for achance to traipse with the light—to remind himself that thereinlies a realm beyond his reach, one he is forbidden from ever treading( is it so wrong for a beastto imitate man? ). Fingers caress ivory petals, theirvelvet texture as foreign to draconian touch—a bare touch, for fearof crushing the thing in his palm—as the fragrance of flowersbillowing in the gentle breeze. The fragility of flowers likensitself to the girl at his side.
❝Indeedthey are, almost as lovely as you.❞
AMAN OF CRUDE BLUNTNESS AND HONESTY, Berkut likens himself astaunch individual to matters bubbling in his throat: the thought ofcoating his tongue in silver in hopes of entertaining vipers ails himas much as the quivering sycophants clawing at the ends of his cape;hope for genuine character is lost in political halls save for thesmiling angel staring back at him. Her sincerity renders himunguarded and, for a time, at ease with his own skin.
❝Purityand sweetness, you say? A fitting match. Perhaps I should fetch evenmore for you since you love them so.❞
ONEMIGHT CONSIDER HIS WORDS a jape were it not for the hardnessof obsidian eyne bearing a unique clarity as he reciprocates withparched lips easing into a tiny smile.
She observes him: how he carefully caresses the flower, how the ivory of its petals reflected in his eyes. To think, he was once faraway from her reach, and now: he was close enough to touch. A man who she once observed from afar, standing tall as a soldier&prince, was now a dear friend. (Perhaps even more than that.)
She is taken off-guard by his words. Cheeks flush at the thought that she is more beauteous than the flower. The beating beneath her chest hastens, hesitant to meet his gaze once more, but she does while in reply to his statement.
"You are too kind, my lord."
The noblewoman was not often met with such compliments. Unknown to most, self-doubt resided in her fragile heart: one grown from fear that she could not live up to other's expectations. In a way, she admired him— how he never ceased to impress noble and common eyes; yet he didn't seem to worry of what they thought of him. (The way he offered her a dance during the ball made it seem as so.) But: what did he think of her?
She bats her lashes after hearing his offer. He was a true gentleman, one truly worthy of becoming king. Despite this, she did not wish to burden him further. Even so, the way his eyes twinkled— did he mean what he said?
"O-Oh, please do not trouble yourself. You have already honored me with your presence." A pause, as she takes into consideration his lifestyle as prince. He must be rather busy. A humble tone in her voice, as she begins to inquire about her fear.
"If I may ask, are you not at all troubled by visiting me? I fear that I may be delaying you from your duties."
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headcanons: rinea & her family.
as canonically stated, rinea hails from a lesser line of nobles.
rinea’s mother was a kindhearted and just woman, just like rinea herself. her mother is responsible for their flower garden being built. when rinea was very young, her mother would often take her to the gardens to play. this is part of the reason why rinea treasures their garden very much. rinea inherited her mother’s looks.
her mother passed away when she was 6 years old, succumbing to illness. this devastated her father, as she was the only woman who knew how to warm his heart.
rinea’s father is a silent man, who wouldn’t normally engage in conversation with his daughter unless for important reasons. he would often instruct her on things such as attending diplomatic events. he is not too strict with her per se, but he finds difficulty in expressing his love for his daughter. he’d leave his daughter to her maids’ care most of the time, attending to his work instead of spending time with her.
while rinea’s father still lives, he remains at a distance from his daughter. watching her grow up to be a beautiful woman reminded him of his late wife.
rinea grew up with the absence of her mother and not wanting to trouble her father. not wanting to disappoint her father, she would do her best in her lessons and follow his every word. asides from this, higher-ranking nobles would look down on their family, so she grew up withdrawn and conscious of the eyes looking at her.
[will update as i think of more ideas?]
The fact that you’re alive is a miracle. Just stay alive, that would be enough.
Hamilton: An American Musical (via rusynskii)
rinea genuinely loves berkut and wouldn’t do anything to hurt him? she held nothing against him even after he sacrificed her to duma. she understands him better than anyone, and he understands her similarly. she does everything that she can to be a good fiancé for him and does her best to support him because love™
“and where do i go?”
five words.
To hear him despair over the loss of the throne and the dreams that came with it broke her heart. She knew how hard he worked, how it always weighed on him. Now, he was lost— and she had to be there for him, to guide him to find a new cause.
She didn't want to lose the man she loved: her emperor. (They needn't rule a kingdom to be happy together, she was sure of it.)
"I'm here." she reassures him, taking hold of his hand with both of her own. "You are a strong, diligent, noble man— with or without a crown. Please, do not lose sight of yourself."
She firms her grip on his hand, but it remains gentle enough not to hurt him. There is a look in her eyes, one full of genuine concern and certainty in her words. She believed in him, having hopes that he could rise from his ashes and become a voice for Rigel, the kingdom he has always fought for. (His efforts had already earned him their people's trust.)
"Berkut..." Her lips part to say his name, with a fondness in her tone. "You are still my emperor. Stay with me, and we can find our empire— and together, we can help Rigel in an era of peace."
five word prompts
[inspired by this]
“actually… i just miss you.”
“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”
“and slowly… i was forgotten.”
“and then everything just disappears.”
“and where do i go?”
“anyone could tell from here.”
“are you finishing that or…?”
“are you stupid or stupid?”
“anything, just call me, okay?”
“bitch better have my money.”
“bro… that’s so… not cool…”
“but did you do it?”
“call me now. it’s urgent.”
“can’t you listen to me?”
“cross that. don’t answer that.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“don’t you dare walk away.”
“do it. i dare you.”
“did you think i forgot?”
“eventually… you just move on.”
“even if you still do.”
“everything will fall into place.”
“fight me, you attractive stranger.”
“for once, i need you.”
“for once… i was right.”
“for once… i was wrong.”
“forget i even asked you.”
“forget it. you fucking suck.”
“fuck’s sake, what’s your problem?”
“fuck off. i mean it.”
“give and take. that’s life.”
“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.”
“have you lost your mind?”
“hello? it’s me. i was-”
“hey… that wasn’t so nice.”
“here’s a glass of whatever.”
“how about a hug, hm?”
“how about you make me?”
“i haven’t forgot you yet.”
“i can’t be around you.”
“i don’t need you, really.”
“i don’t need this now.”
“is this your first time?”
“it’s just a cut, really.”
“it wasn’t me, i swear!”
“i said i love you.”
“just don’t fuck it up.”
“just… come back alive, okay?”
“just make sure you’ve eaten.”
“kick his ass for me.”
“killed him? wait, what, literally?”
“life really sucks. feel better.”
“letting go hurts… a lot.”
“let me live, will you?”
“no, i don’t need you.”
“nothing can hurt me now.”
“nothing matters anymore to me.”
“okay it was me… so?”
“people lie all the time.”
“pipe the fuck down, asshole.”
“please, you can’t die now.”
“please don’t leave me alone.”
“quiet. they can hear us.”
“quick! give me your phone!”
“quicker, you freaking piece of-”
“quit it or i’ll bite.”
“quit staring! they’ll notice us!”
“really? do i look stupid?”
“real smooth, tripping over air.”
“rise and shine, sweet thing.”
“rise and fucking shine, motherfucker.”
“seriously? give me a break.”
“so… what are we now?”
“so… did you miss me?”
“so… can we go eat?”
“so… when’s the next flight?”
“so… how did everything go?”
“sometimes, i wish you died.”
“so what? you did it.”
“time passes slower without you.”
“then what do you suggest?”
“the fuck? who are you?”
“then you tell me why.”
“this is not working out.”
“this isn’t what i wanted.”
“this is all a fucking disaster.”
“when did it all happen?”
“who knew you’d be here?”
“why do i even bother?”
“why do i love you?”
“why didn’t you tell me?”
“you’re just… so, so stupid.”
“you can’t be here now.”
“you look like an accident.”
“you really need to go.”
“you know who to call.”
“zero fucks given. next please.”
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To be invited to the palace for a party/gathering wasn't uncommon for nobility such as herself. She didn't mind attending for formality's sake, but she had found herself overwhelmed by the number of people in attendance. (She didn't fare too well in large crowds.)
Excusing herself from the recent pair of nobles she had briefly spoken to, she heads to the balcony in attempt for fresh air. Her eyes avoiding any contact, she looks at the ground on her way. It was then she bumped into the heir, and immediately do her lips part in apology.
"F-Forgive me, your highness." She bows in respect to the crown prince, "I wasn't looking where I was going."
krmhld:
TO BE ABLE TO WITNESS SUCH PURITYvoid of ill will instills a beat in the creature’s acrid heart (he cannot help but smirk as light scintillates in her doe eyes—alight that has long-since dimmed in his own ).Youth taken at youth, before he even knew to walk, he learnt of man’scrooked ambitions and the deformities of his soul; before he realizedit, he too became the very thing that which he despised: hateful andcorroded, a lonely soul fit for a beast.But the life of a former noble was not so horrible for it gifted himwith education decades beyond that of a common parishoner, and inthat sense, to be aware of his hubris and learn to live with itrather than continuing in blissful ignorance is more than he can everask for. ❝Not all; one can only endure so much Latinbefore they start reciting scriptures ad verbum.❞
LATIN, GREEK, AND EVEN A DABBLEOF SANSKRIT leaves epicksin his mind of individuals not unlike himself. Tales of gods, ofmartyrs, and of men torn between humanity and godhood—such talesfascinated him as a child and, he wonders, if they posed a negativeinfluence on his o'erflowing ego. An inch of curiosity ponders onwhether or not the girl is ken to such tales, or if she is eveninterested period. ❝You are allowed to visit this roomwhenever you so desire… The library is yours.❞
She begins to realize how similar they actually were, slowly, as she explores parts of him she never thought she'd uncover. Fear was no longer clouding her judgement of him, and in fear's stead: empathy. The more the servants shared of him, the more she felt connected. For, she too, was a lonely soul: only renowned for her beauty, otherwise mocked for her individuality. She was 'ahead of her time', as her father would say: an naive heart, striving for adventure, only acting with fairness. She was a woman of wits and most of all, a woman of heart. (If the villagers didn't understand her, could the Beast?)
"Truly? You can read Latin?"
Impressed and astounded by his capabilities, the girl bats her lashes. To think he was able to go beyond mother tongue to explore languages from other parts of the world, he was far more knowledgeable than she was. It sparked a newfound curiosity beneath her chest.
His next set of words sends her heart racing in excitement. To be free to read whatever she so desired to, to be granted the opportunity to venture through collections of fresh ideas and personalities— it was her greatest privilege.
"Thank you. Thank you so much." A smile on her lips as she approaches another shelf; eyes scanning through every title and author, finding difficulty in choosing one. Trusting in his taste, she chooses to speak once more, asking for his help on the matter..
"I'm... not quite sure what to read first. Do you have any recommendations?"
Winter turns to spring Famine turns to feast Nature points the way Nothing left to say Beauty and the Beast
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