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WHEN IT FALLS. // indie rwby oc.

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[lenaccidia]

Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"

"It’s not fair!"

"I could kill you right now!"

"Knock it off!"

"Screw you!"

"You’re a complete moron!"

"I love this song!"

"Bring that here!"

"I hate you!"

"I’m pissed off!"

"Make me!"

"I wish you’d never been born!"

"I bought ice cream!"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Shut up!"

"I can’t do it anymore!"

"Take me home!"

"Just kiss me already!

"I can't be in love with you!"

"I can't believe this!"

"Piss off!"

"I wish things were that simple!"

"I love you!"

"Jump off a bridge!"

"You’re so hot!"

[mrtimeandwatch]

[lenaccidia]

               come away,                          o’ human child!                                    to the waters and the wild                                             with a faerie,                                                      hand in hand,                                             for the world                                    is more full of weeping                          than you        can understand.              

Independent & Semi-Selective RWBY OC      Para && One Liner RP           Multiverse && Multiship                Canon || OC || AU Friendly                     { this is a side blog }

Down The Rabbit Hole

[hxberdxsher]

        For this moment between them, his mask is discarded. Placed elsewhere from his being; there’s no need to shield his face from the gaze of his former partner. After all, eyes such as hers could penetrate any face he dared to take up. It was simply the strength of their bond after all. Though guilt is beyond immense, for if possible he would cry out with it, and yet he doesn’t. He chooses to not for the man he has made himself into. Someone who would rewrite the truth of their horrible world, even if the road he treaded was paved with ill and sin. 

“Please. Do anything but apologize. The fault is forever mine, I’m the one whom dared to cut down my own team, and I’m the one who stomped upon what we had before." 

          Theo sighs heavily. Leaning into whatever touch Violette might grace him with. The aches that throb begin to subside, faint but ever present. Acceptance. Even if it were wrong, perhaps even amoral, this was an expression of accept from her. Though an apathetic soul on the front, Violette has always taken to him in all of his fragility. 

“As do I. So the me that still remains does. You are the last person in this world that I wanted to hurt, but also the first person that I wanted to save. I won’t ask for your forgiveness, but please know that though twisted I mean only the best.”

[lenaccidia]

         She never truly required him to remove the mask, it was only for the sake of seeing his beautiful face again after a long, long twenty years. Violette was perfectly aware of the turmoil his mind was in right now, no mask could hide that from her, no--she knew him too well. Those eyes change too quickly for her to need to see the rest of his face to discern his status, never mind the fact that he's always been an absolute wreck when it comes to her; it only leads to a guilt on her part, that she causes all of this. But when he tells her not to apologize, she finds herself unable to continue riding the guilt train. Even she needs reassurance on occasion.

"Theo..."

       Her hand drops to his shoulder, and she turns her gaze from him to the wall behind.

"--Well, I suppose we're partners, aren't we? Aren't partners...supposed to look after each other?"

"I'm glad I found you again."

[hxberdxsher]

        Again, he stands silent. For the sight of tears shed for the likes of him brings about a nauseating, almost suffocating experience. To see his partner from so many years ago, his old flame, weep such tears… Oh how it brought upon that guilt he continuously resisted. Dearest Violette, more beautiful than any other soul that might be. Truly did he feel so strongly for her, though he worried if it was even possible to have both. His agenda, and his dearest. 

“So, it is as I silently hoped. You were never deterred from me, even amidst the cruelty I’ve performed. Hah… How tragic. I feel both a heart-wrenching guilt, but also a soul fluttering joy.”

          He didn’t want this to be their last encounter. Even though her presence might instill instability within him, he couldn’t quit her. The feelings were too strong, both of those admitted, and those denied. Even if the man once named Theophilus now stood as a devil of his former self. With a slight, exaggerated breath, the Mad Masque raises a gloved hand to his face; Digits pressing firmly, as he pulls away the mask. It was the most he could do, to thank Violette. 

“Don’t phrase it so. I feel we will meet again; Even if I make the entire world my enemy, I don’t think I could ever make an enemy of you." 

          Though nearly twenty years had gone by since their last encounter, time had been kind to the likes of Theophilus. The man bearing the strongest smile he could muster with such aches plaguing him; Amber eyes narrowed with their stare to Violette, as the color of his hair hadn’t changed for much, if at all. While he wasn’t quite the same young man he was so long ago, he was far from resembling the terribly aged.

[lenaccidia]

         She is shocked by what her gaze is met with, as she looks upon the man she has searched for in such vain. It's the way his eyes are filled to the brim with emotion--longing, guilt, anger, love; but most of all...fear. She did not doubt that he feared what she would think of him after all this time, yet even Violette couldn't bring herself to hate that face. No, not now.

"--Theo, I must apologize. I am still shaken from your...previous betrayal, and I hope I am not asking too much of you when I request that you refrain from trying to kill me again."

          She looks up, steps forward until she's close enough to reach him. Vi is determined to stop this pain he's suffering through, and if that means renewing her love for him, then hell, she would do it. One lone tear leaking out of the corner of her eye, her hand reaches up to cup his face as gently as she can. She's aware of his delicate condition, and she isn't about to let that get in the way of the two of them.

"Regardless...I love you all the same, dear."

          Her thumb brushes over his cheek and she takes a shaky breath.

[hxberdxsher]

        What, oh what could she do for him? She who had survived the tragedy of his descent. She who had pursued his shade for nearly twenty years. She who was unable to hate— to hate him. One side of the Mad Masque found Violette to be a poison in her presence alone; the way she looked at him with eyes full of curiosities preying upon his unstable mind. But another side still yearned for her company, rather it so desperately desired for her side at his. But he knew he could never ask that, for the path he had set off on wasn’t for the likes of those who accepted this world of theirs. 

“If you will not hate me, then I will ask that you love me. For all the sins I will commit, and for all the lives I shall take.”

          It was so very tough on him. Voicing such words, attempting his hardest to rid himself any desperation. He wanted to appear strong, he must appear strong. But, he knows that no matter what face he takes, in the end Violette will only see right through it. Just as it has always been.

[lenaccidia]

            Redemption. Yes, it made sense now. He felt the guilt she herself had suffered through for such a lengthy amount of time. It was about time, but it so worried her that he required one of the members to survive to prompt such an easily acquired emotion as guilt--especially for the likes of Theo. The little things like this; those were the things that truly scared her, though she could never show it, they would mark her for as long as she lived. But, the only way she would completely humor his need was if he sated one of her own.

"Perhaps, as long as you realize that, my love, has already been true. I've known for a while now, how far you were going to go--and yes, it hurts, it kills me to think of you doing those things. I want you to be happy, Theo. That's all I've ever wanted."

        Her chest felt as though it might burst. She loved him, more than he could possibly know.Yet, it hurt her to know that she could never quite fathom the pain he felt at this moment--and it was that fact that forced her to blink away the hot tears creeping to her eyes. Yes, she wept, but those tears were for h i m. 

"But I...you must do one thing for me before I go.

                             --Let me see your true face one last time."

[hxberdxsher]

        What is it with her? That desire to help him, to mend his broken psyche. It was unusual. He’s wronged her, he’s stolen away the lives of their two teammates, and for twenty years has wronged her for their past relationship. So, why is it that she wants to help him here? Why now? 

“I— Why? You should hate me. Despise me. I’m hardly the same man I was before, I’m hardly the one you loved." 

          Confusion is evident, even with his face obscured by that mask of his. He doesn’t understand. Masque would love to, but he can’t. In this moment, she is a greater enigma than even the likes of he.

[lenaccidia]

      She has never been capable of that specific emotion--hate, specifically. She doesn't have a strong enough reason to; well, she does, but she doesn't want to admit that. Violette could not hate him if she tried. In her mind, he is merely misunderstood, hated for wanting his own lifestyle--and yet, even she realises just how twisted that point of view is.

"Please, just answer the question."

[archiived-blog]

when ur muse is just so in love with another muse that it’s ridiculous

[mercxrius]

thE ONLY MINERAL WEISS CRAVES IS MERCURY- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

[hxberdxsher]

        He freezes again. It isn’t the repetition of his former name that wounds him, but the address of another. Misty. Formerly known as Misty Aker, a young male who was as equally assertive as he was kind; different from the apathetic Violette and the emotionally fragile Theophilus. A leader in the making, whose life went extinguished within the gambit of Theo’s downwards spiral. 

“I don’t know. I don’t. You’re dare me to speak for a dead man. But there’s no tale to tell! He’s gone, Delilah too." 

          He lets out a breath, such mania endangers his psychological stability. Cracks running deep. His eyes remain wide from within that so-called silly mask of his. Silly, perhaps, but at the same time does it serve a shield as much as it does a mask.

“Twisted? I may be twisted, but so is this world. Every generation do young boys and girls pursue the life of a Huntsman or Huntress. Fighting against an enemy that cannot be killed. Teach the Grimm fear? What folly! They can’t be taught fear, for they are fear. Our fear!”

[lenaccidia]

"That was a rhetorical question, you idiot."

        A breathy laugh is given at that, arms unfolding and a hand coming to rest on her hip. She's only riling him up, trying to see just how far she can push. It's a test on her part--Vi's concerned, but it isn't easy for her to show it. She only wants to know how far he's gone, and how far she has to go to bring him back. Besides, it would only concern him more if she showed obvious emotion; thus the apathy. It's been the most useful tool she has, no doubt.  Violette steps forward until she's next to him, placing her free hand upon his shoulder.

"Sh, don't speak. You're rambling again. But..."

      She moves forward, past his form and her hand drops.

"How have you been?"

[hxberdxsher]

“Do not make it sound so black and white! Do you honestly think that my sins were performed painlessly?" 

        There it goes. Lost. His calm is fractured and shattered again; eyes visible with their widened insanity displayed. Insanity? Was it insanity? Voice trembling, he’s beginning to lose his sense of self. The reminders bear a heavy weight upon him, a weight too much for his fragile, human soul. 

“It was… mercy. Yes! That sounds ever right, mercy. Oh how it alleviates me to roll that word so.”

[lenaccidia]

"Knowing you, I believe your intentions are a bit...oh, I don't know, twisted. You've been down a long, hard road, and that tends to alter your mental state quite a bit--it hurts my very soul to realise this--I remember who you were. You still are the same person, you've just...hidden yourself behind a silly mask. You wouldn't dream of doing the deed you did to us, and yet, here we are, the last two standing."

            She knows. She knows all too well the 'damage' she's inflicted upon him. It isn't hard to see--the way his form freezes, halts, ever so slightly, the way his throat convulses as he swallows hard; all evidence of the breakdown he was amidst.

"--What would Misty say, Theo?"

[hxberdxsher]

“Paranoid? Enlightened is the proper term, dearest Violette.” 

      With a single breath following his words does the masked man attempt to steel himself. Though he’s sure every endeavor for such was meant to fail. He’s always been out of control in some form or way; be it his emotions, or his Semblance itself, they all traced back to a common origin. Madness.

“And again do you mistaken me. I do not— Have never hated you.”

        Yes, calm, he’s achieved it. But for how long? Till the next time she breathes his former name? Sooner? He didn’t know, and honestly it brewed fear within his heart.

[lenaccidia]

"Is that why you tried to kill me?"

          Her words are soft, quiet. It's this day that the rest of her life has been leading up to; the scars, the memories, the simple and harsh truth that her partner had murdered the rest of her team and left her alive--but barely. Violette rather wished she had died there, with the rest of her team--Misty and Delilah, oh, they hurt her heart to think about them one more time--because, at least then, she wouldn't have to face this.

"Generally, people do not have a tendency to kill out of love."

[hxberdxsher]

        Theo. Theophilus. The moment his ears could hear the utterance, the moment his patience snapped. Wordlessly, a single weapon is drawn, white and incorruptible as snow itself. His Gretel. In a moment, he aims and with a gloved finger squeezes hard the trigger of the weapon; bullet soaring past the woman he once upon a time fought alongside. Not a scratch on her, the bullet never meeting its mark except from within that of a wall. A warning shot. 

“You’ll have to excuse me, I thought I heard a name, but it was most certainly no name of mine.”

[lenaccidia]

            Regardless of whether or not the bullet was aimed at her, she was not worried. She barely notices it. Her aura was strong enough by now to block any of the sort, but yet her concern was focused on his mentality at the moment. She's known him to have a history of being indecisive with his emotions--one minute he's fine, the next he's flinging himself off a building; no, she doesn't want to go back there.

"Quite. Why do you hide yourself so? What happened to make you so...paranoid? You can hate me all you want, but I'm not leaving until I get answers, unfortunately." she offers as gently as she can, folding her arms over her rather large chest.

[hxberdxsher]

sever ✂ lenaccidia

        Silence. Was this fantasy? No. It was reality, a most absurd reality. Straightening his posture, gloved hands locked together behind his back, a single soul standing across from him. A woman. But, not just any woman. Her. 

“My, my, my. This is… unfortunate. Yes, most unfortunate." 

          He stands there. Were it not for this mask, she would’ve seen him for how he truly felt. Horrified. But, the mask remained, and so did the secrecy of his emotions. Emotions he mustn’t feel, especially not now.

[lenaccidia]

            The first clue to his identity was the mask--that disguise had undeniably been his. It used to hang from his belt, but now, he's become it; the very thing Violette has feared from the beginning. It wasn't the mask that scared her, it was the loss of his identity--who he used to be, gone, erased, but by his own hand.

"That mask does nothing for your beauty, Theo. Nor does it hide thoughts. I can still see through you as easily as the day we met."

           Always one to find the light in the darkest of situations, she was. Even here, she was determined to get the truth out of him--at least for one last time. The huntress would begto see his face again, for faces held truth amongst the lies, if one knew where to look. As always, all she ever wanted to do was help him.