[S]acrifice.

❧:V I R T U E. ❝Give, and it will be given to you. Good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap. For with the measure you use it will be measured back to you.❞ --Indie FMA OC--

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edward elric — art by hiromu arakawa

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            don’t 

                         UNDERESTIMATE 

                                                            me. 

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花ひらく

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but if you close your { є у є ѕ }         — does it almost feel               like nothing changed at all ?

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「 ♛ 」What does she expect? An apology? No, she can’t be serious, and he refuses to be deemed loser in this argument. Nonetheless, he cannot deny the fact that guilt becomes very much real—he speaks on impulse, never thinking before or after the fact, and majority of conversations turn to argument regardless.

      ❝Tch. Whatever.❞

   Still too prideful to properly acknowledge his own mistakes, and he leaves her to ponder in what is probably negative thought. Words sink deep, though it is only as he returns to his own bedside, light pondering on the matter undergone yet it flushes from his mind as he drifts into slumber. His ultimate thought upon waking, of course, concerning just how he would separate the dame from her worthless date.

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      →x┊❖;         And in morrow does she find time flying past quickly, somewhat groggy early morning as result of minimal sleep, time spend in negativity. Still, by nightfall she is awake, dressed, and doing her best to forget yesterday's argument. There is confusion in the whereabouts of her roommate, though she decides rather rapidly it does not matter.

        The last person she needs on her mind is him when on a date.

                                                                            [ The heart is such a nuisance. ]

        She is greeted at apartment door by formal wear and pleasantries, pushing thought of ebony locks and crimson gaze behind her to focus upon boy at hand, linking arms and staying close merely by way of avoiding cold air. Small talk is exchanged, walking to destination, and she does best to pretend her mind is not elsewhere--lingering upon someone else. 

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「 ♛ 」Want someone—

                         { I want everything. }

   His namesake stood for good reason, a desire for the world’s possessions though it was certain that there was a drive higher for certain aspects. Someone… Tch, right— Expression would seem indecisive, an aggressive nature shifting frequently with anger. 

      ❝You’re right; I do.❞

   He was sure he knew of his nature by now at least, and he’d simply drop the query due to assumption.

      ❝If I didn’t like you then you’d already be dead. Oi… Can’t take a joke?❞

   Request would be followed, a bit aggressively—though obeyed, nonetheless. Hence had he shoved wrist from his grip, digits ascending to rub at the base of his neck whilst conjuring just how he’d sneak along on her date.

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      →x┊❖;         ❝Thank you.❞ Is quietly given response to having her wrist returned, despite the force in which it is given. She expected nothing gentle, of course, not naive enough to believe even menial tasks could prompt some form of grace or at least apathy. 

        ❝--Jokes don't last for several months.❞ 

        ❝I'll say I believe you for sake of avoiding argument. Whomever you care for, I certainly hope you'd treat them better than you do me--No one likes feeling unwanted, Greed.❞ Last sentence is said in murmur, soft exhale following as femme moves forward, brushing past male's shoulder as she does so. ❝I digress; I'm not arguing with you about personal affairs. Find something to occupy yourself with tomorrow or do not, it is all the same to me. If you will excuse me, I wish to be left alone.❞

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「 ♛ 」Figure bends, crimson hues settle so that they may perfect alignment with those ivory. Initially does he suspect her dishonest, though a proper thought process would determine that unlikely once bringing disposition into consideration. She’s too nice, and he finds it unfair—

      ❝Could’ve just said no, y’know.❞

   Though minor does he calm his exterior, ❝Say no to all of ‘em, you don’t need anyone. Especially when you have school t’focus on.❞

   He’s tempted to push fist against ivory locks, query sending a huff to pass lips and meet her skin. He’s caught off guard, figure unmoving with the exception of digits shifting to coil about her wrist. An attempt at convincing her not to go; though he’d need not depend on striving. No matter the answer will he follow in secret, a later occasion calling for him to… ‘kindly’ convince said male that he should seek romance elsewhere. 

      ❝Tch. I don’t detest you, idiot.❞

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      →x┊❖;         Pallid lids blink twice over snow-kissed irises as gaze averts downward to spare glance to the fingers coiled around slender wrist. They do not hurt, but their hold is firm, and for a moment she wonders if he plans to break it. That thought is pushed aside, rather quickly in fact, aware of his tendencies to refrain from physically harming women. Sigh sigh then escapes her, tilting chin upward to once more meet crimson gaze. 

        ❝I don't. That's true, I won't argue that. But perhaps I want someone. It's not such an impossible thought, is it? Surely there's someone you want--even if only a little.❞ Gently, she tugs on her wrist within his grip, wishing him to let go but also aware he likely will not, until... well, who knows? 

        ❝You've never given me reason to think you enjoy my company. Perhaps you fail to hate me, but I've no reason to believe I am not disliked. Please let go.❞

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盟約 by たぐい

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「 ♛ 」❝A date?❞

   It takes only one statement—one word,

                            and he is up on his feet; heels dragged forward her location as all other thoughts are nearly eliminated within a moment. He cannot bare the thought: what is rightfully his stood beside an individual utterly unknown to he purely so that the avarice may no longer possess it—an unlikely scenario, in a sane mind, though all that the ravenet’s mentality could conjure was the thought of thievery. 

      ❝—Who’s forcin’ you to go out with ‘em?!❞

   He could commit murder, and assumption leading thought to blond siblings would only increase aggrivation.

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      →x┊❖;         It is a testament to her own strength of will and a show of just how frequently she deals with her roommates bouts of anger that the femme fails to flinch, holding books tighter to her person and posture straightening rather than attempting to make herself scarce. In truth, she is surprised, but not scared by his outburst. 

        ❝No one has forced me to do anything. I agreed to go of free will, as they merely asked for a chance.❞ Her tongue clicks idly against ivory tiers and small shrug doth follow. ❝In truth there's already someone I'm infatuated with but,❞ toss of her hair over shoulder via rolling of her head in nonchalant manner, ❝It'd be best to forget that. So I am broadening horizons.❞

        Lips then pull downward into faint frown, now giving her own query. ❝Why do you care? You should be overjoyed to have me out of your way for a while. Why bother becoming so upset over someone you detest?❞

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「 ♛ 」Evident is her tactics, a mere disregard of his query sending a surge of irritation to course through his veins. She’d exit the scene, even, emotions not unknown but rather unwanted thus emerging and discarding that ‘gentle’ exterior he managed to uphold for several minutes.

      ❝—M’Not hungry.❞

   Might as well have yelled his statement, physique slammed against furniture once more though he’d close lids to play rest; disregard her entire existence for the time being.

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      →x┊❖;         ❝...--Of course not.❞ It is but a mumble, a murmur and a decision not to fight with him any further, worn out already from the repetition of constant verbal debates. Neither side ever wins--she has all the arguments, he has never ending stubbornness. Instead, she simply leaves it, either cleaning it later or letting him opt to devour it at another hour, turning on slender heel to make way to bedroom. ❝I suggest you find something to feed yourself tomorrow, I won't be here in the evening.❞

        Light click of tongue, ❝I've a date.❞ Such a nonchalant thing to her, something casual really, given that she accepted merely to be polite and has no intentions, currently, of dating anyone--well. Aside from one in particular of whom she is sure she cannot obtain. And honestly wonders why she wishes to when continuously he does nothing but hurt her.

        Ah well; c'est la vie, and she will continue forward regardless.

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[ᴀ]--ᴜxɪʟɪᴜᴍ;

[devalet]

「 ♛ 」Anger only increases as time ticks onward; a slight amount of squirming and he appears eager to throw punches even in his weakened state. He cannot help but act on such emotion, the voice—that annoying brat—who shares a conscious with him only poking at his irritation thus causing him to unintentionally worsen both condition and reputation. Argument would continue nonetheless, the volume of his vocals increasing and paying no mind to the dame who remained before him.

                     〈 Neither of us are gonna be very happy if you don’t get help! 〉

     ❝Shut up already!❞

   It’s as if he is a child arguing back and forth with an imaginary friend, a continuous strain of snarky rebuttals and grunts rushing through his larynx and aimed towards the inner prince. He’d since forget of the dame’s very presence, that which reminded him being the prince’s reminder.

                     〈 Listen to her! She thinks your insane. 〉

   A growl slips, brows then furrowed as crimson hues shift to match gaze with his inverse.

     ❝Tch.

            —It’s just Ling, there’s no worth in bringin’ him up.❞

   Then a sudden scolding would come from their shared conscious, dripping frost soon coming to fall upon those unfortunate enough to bask in its frisk. His expression would lighten, at least—minutes spared before he’d allow a sigh to pass his lips. Furthermore would resentment thrive, a palm extended towards the dame, as he’d rather not request assistance verbally.

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     →x┊❖;         ❝Ling...? Friend of yours?❞ She asks, curious, mostly, though not expecting much beyond a snappish yes or no. His life is his after all, and she is but unwanted help. Getting more out of him than begrudging and venomous responses is not something she feels will be possible, though worse people have been in her company.

        Surprise is written clearly upon unblemished visage as foreign extremity is extended to her person, expecting their verbal quarrel to continue for quite some time. Perhaps to the point where would have been forced to either give up, or drag him to sanctuary. However, she fails to argue against it, allowing the faintest of smiles to splay across features as ivory-toned hand grips his own, pulling him to his feet with a gentle yet firm tug upward. His wounds trouble her, recalling how he slipped on his own before and while she's certain any comment on the matter is not appreciated, step one of several is hardly their stopping point. Inquiry must be made. 

        ❝Are you able to walk on your own, or do you require assistance? I do not helping if such is the case.❞ It would never even be brought up again, allowing him to keep his pride in form of shadowed memory, as though it never happened. Somehow, the virtue doubts that will sufficient, but considering his current state, treading on his own two feet for any distance longer than several feet proves hazardous. ❝It would be beneficial to be out of storm's reach sooner rather than later.❞ An added note, for measure.

        Perhaps 'Ling' could give him a push, whomever that may be.

[forgetful-alice]

See the new World

[incaritas]

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[devalet]

「 ♛ 」❝Think so?❞

                            Silence.

   It’s scarce unless forced behind argument, and he couldn’t quite decipher why. Guilt, perhaps? No… Such an emotion was not his forefront. Concern was assumed to be laced in her words, as it always was, though he’d write it off; ‘What a waste of money—of time.’ Hence, a sigh.

      ❝Hah. You’re not gonna miss me, are you now?❞

   Play it off as a tease, his figure forced upward so that he may balance unto heels. Though he’d not move, crimson hues merely settled upon the dame and an expression revealing thought spread unto his features. He wouldn’t leave, he couldn’t. It was his avarice; he’s grown attached to the current lifestyle he maintains.

[incaritas]

     →x┊❖;         Silence on her end, pondering whether or not to ignore inquiry. In most situations truth would be given, without hesitance, but in most situations she doesn't feel as though it would be thrown back in her face. An argument over emotions--that is something she is unsure if she is willing to do. 

        ❝...Food's done.❞ Question avoided, taking treads over to the other to set plate down upon coffee table, biting back whatever sigh threatens to escape her. Then does she pick up the math papers and single textbook laying nearby, holding them to clothed breast with subtle shrug. ❝I need to finish studying. You should dry off soon.❞