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Courage! I have shown it for years; think you I shall lose it at the moment when my sufferings are to end? Independent Marie Antoinette RP & Ask Blogwritten by Lis. Est. June 2018

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marieantoinettc replied to your post: There she is. The softest lady.

-hugs her- The softest teacup.

Gasps softly. “Marie~!”

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 “Tea~!” She gathers the girl in her arms and gives her a hug.  

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Oops I forgot to post this when I had the chance :^) 

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She seems so proud of him, even though after following her instructions, the flower crown looked poorly crafted compared to her own. Instead, he attached some of the fallen flowers onto her hair. “They look better on you, my Queen.” 

She stilled when he put one of his flowers in her hair, the flower’s petals only slightly bruised from his tries to replicate the crown she had woven for him. It didn’t fit with the other flowers already decorating her hair, but she smiled and touched it gently. 

“I like it. You are taking the time to do this with me and that alone means a lot, Charles.”

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This Queen is very proud of you!

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Windy.

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Manga: Shireba Shiruhodo 

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He finally re-approached Marie. After the little banter he had with Mozart, he didn't want to continue ruining an otherwise good evening with his presence... but, as always, Sanson simply couldn't stay away. Regretful for his actions, the assassin held out a box of chocolate covered strawberries for the Queen to take. Each decorated elegantly- and they are also healthy! "I also wish to give you company, Marie. So we can eat our chocolates together." Maybe even feed her too-

“Oh my, for me Charles?” The Queen’s eyes brighten when she uncovers the box, finding the strawberries dressed in a thick chocolate coat. She picked one up gingerly, careful not to stain her gloves and popped it into her mouth.

Sour and sweet, and a hint of tart exploded in her mouth and she made a pleased noise. Leave it to him to give her the most decadent of healthy sweets for her to enjoy. She smiled at him and picked up the next one, holding it out for him.

“Of course, I’d love to share these with you.”

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WE’RE SNOOPING YOUR PLAYLIST. PUT YOUR WRITING PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE AND LIST THE FIRST TEN SONGS, THEN CHOOSE TEN VICTIMS.   repost don’t reblog !!

The Death of Love - Cradle of Filth

Losing You - Ephixa & Laura Brehm

Stardust -  T & Sugah x NCT

Benares (Varanaci Edit) -  Hol Baumann

Berlin Wall - Simon Curtis

Superstition - The Birthday Massacre

Losing My Mind - Mystery Skulls

The Howling - Within Temptation

Demolition Lovers - My Chemical Romance

Mind Games - Sickick

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He released her gently as she stepped away, his smile soft and glided with a tender happiness because he loved her so. When they had first meet she had already been the archduchess, a lady already to fine for the son of a deputy kapellmeister, and yet they had stood in the great hall and he had slipped on the to polished floor and…

He blushed lightly at her comment, bringing a fist to his mouth to clear his throat as she took his arm so they could begin walking together.

“Yes, well, I was a mere boy in the presence of an angel of divinity,” he replied, remembering that time on how he had fallen and she, his muse, had offered him her hand, and in that moment he had forgotten where they were and who was there; he merely saw her and he had asked her to marry him.

Looking back on it now, he was glad the future king of France hadn’t wanted his head for insurance.

Like he was, Marie had been graced with the gift of music. That day, she had wanted to play her harp with him, though she had not been allowed, as she was being groomed to one day wed to France. At the very least, she did help him to stand, and though his proposal had sent gasps throughout the room, she had only smiled, and asked him if he had hurt himself anywhere.

“Such a flatterer.” Like Amadeus, Marie too had been beloved by God. Loved enough to make Death jealous and want them for himself. But even in his jealousy, Death did not keep them for long.

“Would you play for me once more, Amadeus?”  

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even my sharpest edges go soft under your fingertips

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He had learned of her death after he’d been awoken as a heroic spirit and a servant, as he had died before her and had to research what had happened to her once he was gone. What he had found was that fate had been cruel to her.

But she seemed almost untouched by such tragedy, and for that he was glad. He only wished for her happiness.

At her request, Mozart nodded with a soft smile and released her hand.

“As you wish,” he said, his tone gentle, his step taking him closer to embrace her warmly, holding her as if he could protect her from the world. He had wanted too, back then, but there wasn’t much he could have done, under the circumstances.

“I’ve missed you.”

He had died long before her, and for that she was a little thankful. Yes, it was a morbid thought she just had, but she didn’t want to think of what kind of face he would have made if he had known.

Though now as Heroic Spirits, he did know. Yet he was smiling at her as if they had just spoken a few days ago, rather than remembering how she had mourned his passing. Instead, she thought of his arms around her, how he pressed her against himself in a hug that they never could have had under the watching disdainful eyes of the Court.

“As have I,” she smiled and took a step back, taking a good look at her friend. “It almost feels like that day, you know, when you visited my family and then you..” Barely containing her giggles, Marie linked her arm with his and began leading him down the halls, “you proposed to me.”

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At first he is struck speechless by her approach, as she is his light, his muse, the reason his music flowed so sweet and powerful. Of course, fate had lead them through different paths in life but to see her again, it brought a warmth to his heart.

“My lady queen,” he said regally to her, taking her gloved hand to lay a kiss upon her fingers as was customary, “Marie, it is so good to see you again.”

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Waving cheerily at the maestro, Marie giggled. “Amadeus, I have never been happier to see you.” Even donning a small mask to try and sneak up behind the Caster was futile. He knew her. She would never be able to hide her identity from him. 

His lips were warm through her gloves and she giggled again. “So formal! We are not strangers, you and I. Come, Amadeus, greet me properly, as a friend...” she paused and inclined her head. 

Or was that still not allowed? They were in a new place, where the Crown didn’t matter much. Not when she stood along other Kings and Queens of times long past.

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“Marie...” 

Charles is so close to her, a mere breath’s width away, and he’s looking at her with half-hooded eyes as he leans closer and closer to her. She never really noticed the little flecks of black in his eyes. In fact, if time could freeze, she wagered she still wouldn’t have been able to count them all. 

But time did not freeze. It simply was. Charles leaned closer and pressed his lips against hers, a soft and chaste kiss, sweet from whatever it had been he had been drinking earlier still lingering. Marie gave a soft little gasp, though by instinct, she closed her eyes, silent permission for him to continue.

And maybe he would have, or maybe not. Only he knew, because at that moment, there was a knock on the door, and they both immediately sprung apart as if they had been burned, Marie quickly fixing her clothing, even though they had not been disturbed, and Charles had already reopened his book, both pretending as if nothing had transpired between them.

Chevalier d’Eon stepped through the doorway a few seconds later, apologizing for her intrusion but that it was urgent and Master was asking for them to come to the control room. Bowing to them, d’Eon then turned on her heels and left, though now Marie wasn’t sure if she could even look at the Assassin in the room with her.

Clasping her hands together, she shyly peeked over at him and cleared her throat, “Sh-shall we go, Charles?”

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“Make sure to drop by again, Lancer!” Marie smiled sweetly as the last patron left the little cafe that she worked in when she wasn’t helping her Master out with missions. It was a little strange that she, a Queen, would be working, but she found the work fun and the maid dress she wore now was so cute that of course she would have offered to work here anyway.

That being said, Marie turned around and made her way back to the counter where a certain Count had just brewed her a cup of hot chocolate, just as he always did during closing time. He was leaning against the counter, his strange golden eyes following her every moment until she drew closer and then her gave her one of his rare smiles, thanking her for her work today.

“Now, now, you don’t need to thank me, Monte Cristo. I like doing this…” she paused to take a drink, closing her eyes s the liquid warmed her mouth and practically melted on her tongue. His chocolate seemed to taste better and better with each cup he made for her and once she teased that it must be because he was putting more feeling into them.

He never said anything about it, only smirked at her as he wiped down the counter, bidding her goodnight and that he’ll see her tomorrow. And again and again. Every day for an entire week. Until she was called away and had to spend about a month or so helping in clearing a Singularity. Master made an incorrect call, and Marie, despite the use of her own skills, had been injured heavily. 

Enough so that she had to be sent back and housed in Lady Nightingale’s infirmary for a few days to recuperate. She’d been cleared just yesterday, though the Berserker nurse had glared at her and made Marie promise to return in a few days for another check up and to not, she repeated DO NOT, be late.

And here she was, back in the cafe, working because she found it fun. And it was giving her something to do, plus! She got to taste Monte Cristo’s hot chocolate again and-

“Marie.”

She turned her attention back to him, and was about to apologize for zoning when he took the cup from her hands and he brushed back a bang that had fallen over her face. “I…uhm…Monte Cristo?”

His eyes were hard, his hand going to cup her face and the other reaching for her waist. Jerking her up, he hugged her tightly, it almost felt like he wanted to crush her, as if he wanted her to be a part of him. The flames of vengeance he usually kept suppressed spiked, lightly singing her skin and she winced, “It…hurts…”

His hold lessened then, but he still held her, stroking her hair and said how she should be more careful, how the others should have protected her more, and turning her face towards is, he whispered how he should have been there with her. 

“I’m all right! Really, it was nothing to truly worry abo-” and then she felt his lips press against hers, and she let out a small gasp of surprise, backing up against the counter with the Count hot on her heels…er lips. It was full of raw hunger, desire, and what felt like…frustration? 

He was an all encompassing presence, and she didn’t try to stop him. Her hands that had been uselessly hanging at her sides now found themselves clutching at his clothes, and she was now kissing him back with almost as much enthusiasm as he was giving her.