[melodieuxm]

who would ever see this? not sure. i don't think anyone would. doesn't matter.

but i write it here to tell myself of the past, to tell the girl who lived here four years ago...

you've healed. you can let go.

[melodieuxm]

2 years…

[melodieuxm]

hello, ghost.

it’s always june…

always.

[moldedmemories]

𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 & melodieuxm​ || colton

“but i don’t… see you as a burden.” he shook his head, trying to convey just how much he meant those words. though, his words seemed to be hard to get to reach her nowadays. “and i… at least i am– trying.”

“i want this to work, hana. i want us to work. i don’t mean to make you feel neglected. i’m sorry if i haven’t made you feel those things.” he sighed, thinking back to his conversation with aladdin. about the word she just said. honesty. “the last thing i want to do is hurt you. i… care about you. and i’m trying to get my heart into a place that loves you.”

weightless words wouldn’t sink into thick skin. veils of meanings were traceable and lifted from thin air to speak absolutely nothing to her. the affirmations she needed would never come to be. she would feel hopeless for quite some time. eyes would gaze down upon a palm on a heart she couldn’t touch– she apparently hadn’t touched. she tried to tell herself that it was a problem of time and so little of it, but words would infiltrate to speak to her the volumes of how truly unlovable she was– they were trained words from her dark past. 

“You’re trying.”

“For that I should be grateful.” with bitterness she spoke, before retracting her hand from his. “Heavy weighs the trinket for your efforts.” eyes would glance upon the crown resting over gorgeous locks of hair she couldn’t bring herself to resent despite her tone. before turning away, a blackened tear from flakey mascara would roll down her cheek. “You don’t want someone to love. You wish for a queen, and that is something I’ll never be.”

[melodieuxm]

not today, satan. ❤️

[melodieuxm]

terrvrs·:

“it’s not a competition because i’m gonna win.“ he boasts. it’s false confidence. the many times they’ve drank together– lock still manages to stay awake when calcifer falls asleep at the table. or the floor. or the bed.

caught up in his own happiness– he doesn’t notice shift in lock’s expression. he glances to where markl had disappeared to, and when he focuses his attention back on his friend he assumes, “don’t worry! just because i’m– you know.“ he shifts from foot to foot, suddenly shy about his change in status. “i’m still gonna make time for you. but, um. nah. i haven’t used what you taught me yet. he’s shy so we’re taking it slow.“

it’s soothing– the cooler press of skin to his warmer one when lock takes his hand. cal holds it for a moment, waiting for the song to end and for a new one to start. when the violins rise in a waltz he gathers lock against his chest.

“do you know the steps? or are we winging it?“

“okay, cal.” the words would come out soft, adoring, even if he knew he could drink calcifer under the table twice in one night. he had no room to argue with the familiar. 

the urge to not worry would make him want to grimace-- an expression that he’d hold back with tight lips and a slow nod. the selfish part of himself made him want to hold cal to that. it made him want to remind his... friend that he’d said that in times where maybe he didn’t get the time that he wanted. but he’d shift uncomfortably. “i wasn’t-- wasn’t talking about that. taught by the best or not, you don’t need sex to wow anyone. you just... do that. by yourself.” 

he cleared his throat as he was pulled closer by his friend. the warmth that radiated around him while in his arms was a familiar feeling-- missed and comforting. it was almost like a slice of home that he really didn’t know. he’d settle into those arms, despite raising an eyebrow. 

“do i seem like someone who knows how to waltz to you?”

[melodieuxm]

expuracordis·:

THE  SHIFTER  CROSSED  his  arms  ,  analyzing  the  new - comer .  ❛  well  ,  you’re  probably  right .  fairies  are  tricky  to  catch  .  ❜  even  in  his  rabbit  form  ,  he  wouldn’t  be  able  to  keep  up  with  the  speed  of  their  wings  .  not  to  mention  his  inability  to  fly  .  ❛  so  what  brings  you  to  the  great  forest  ?  you’re  not  one  of  our  new  recruits  ,  are  you  ?   ❜  though  they  rarely  ever  recruited  fairies  —-  most  were  unwilling  to  assist  them .  he  allowed  himself  a  few  steps  closer  .  ❛  or  are  you  here  for  leisure  ?  ❜  

“right, and i’m no ordinary faerie either.” she snorted once. there’d been many an attempt to try to keep up with her once she was at her top speeds, and seldom fewer could even keep her in their sights once she got going. “do i look like a recruit for a crummy little forest brigade?” she raised an eyebrow-- genuine question. “i’m here for neither. though, i’d say unless you think i look threatening, there’s no reason for you to be questioning my motives anyway. unless the big guard is scared of a girl?”

[melodieuxm]

ringwandervng·:

“damn,” he sighed, shaking his head. “no, i didn’t think my get up needed one so i left mine back at my place.” eugene furrowed his brows as he considered his options. he couldn’t think of any time in his life where he witnessed a royalty walking into a bar (okay, minus the one time he had taken rapunzel to snuggly duckling because, well, no one knew she was the princess), so he can’t speak from experience. but something was telling him that the crowd might freak out, just a little bit – or worse, he might be putting the most important man in all of adora in danger. so logically speaking, it would probably be a better idea to just turn back and go somewhere else. 

but after thinking about the rum cake all day, well, eugene wasn’t exactly going to fold without at least attempting something. “hold on.” he started feeling all his pockets – at the front of his pants, his back pocket, inside his jacket – until his hand felt something. he peered into the inside of his jacket as his hand reached in, a grin made its way across his lips as it brushed against something that confirmed his suspicion. “okay, so i might have the second best thing.” he pulled out a pair of thick navy-rimmed sunglasses, holding it out to hand to cole. “it’s not ideal but i think they should be big enough to kind of cover your face – unless, y’know, you’d still prefer going somewhere a bit more low-key.”

he watched the other search for something for a few moments, only to pull a pair of sunglasses out with a grin. cole couldn’t help but to laugh, amused. “if that’s the second best thing...” he trailed off, taking the things from eugene’s grasp to get a good look at them. he turned them backwards and forwards in his hands, raising an eyebrow for a second before placing them on his face. “eh?” he gestured to his face in a circle. “do i still look like the king of adora, or what?” he snorted, figuring that it probably did little to disguise him, but if it meant time spent away from obligations, if only for a little while, he’d take it. 

“is there anywhere low-key when you’re in charge of a kingdom?” he urged with a gesture that eugene continue to lead him where they were going. “now, it might look strange for a man to be wearing sunglasses inside a tavern-- especially when they’re usually dimly-lit, but i suppose i’ll have to trust corona’s guard to make sure i don’t run into any people or tables, hm? if you say the tavern’s worth it, i’ll take the potential bruises.”

[melodieuxm]

ringwandervng·:

eugene could only speculate that a wedding does sound as stressful as it is joyous. though after the times he’d spent helping arthur leading up to the big day, he suspected he hadn’t exactly missed the mark on that one. even now after the ceremony, that tension still lingered around. he guessed it was to be expected for something as publicized as a royal wedding. “i think the i dos are probably the most nerve wracking part, so i’m sure that’s at least some weight off their shoulders for the rest of the night.” he liked to think so, at least. maybe it was a bit selfish of him, but he would be lying to say he hadn’t looked forward to this moment – to just hold her as they glide across the dance floor. just as carefree as the first time they had danced together. “it’s just like the festival,” he echoed with a soft smile. though that wasn’t quite true. it was a simpler time then, and so much had changed now. but there were still some things that remained the same – her eyes still spark with so much curiosity and excitement, and seeing them still made his heart grew fonder. “i – i’ve kinda missed it.”

she wouldn’t try to take a guess on what was more stressful. the idea of doing that almost made her own skin itch. while she knew that guin and arthur did have feelings for each other, at the heart of it all, even if they couldn’t admit it yet, it did bring the thought of-- ‘well, what if they didn’t? what if it could be the same for me one day?’. but that was something she couldn’t allow herself to be bothered to think about. not when she was swaying around a dance floor in the arms of a person that she had the strongest feelings for. not when he was smiling at her. she fluttered her lashes for a couple of seconds, red painting her cheeks, because she missed it too. “i missed you.” though, she realized how that could sound, and stuttered into a backtrack. “i just... mean... i’ve missed being able to spend time with you like this. no... royal obligations. just the two of us. not sneaking to get time in at night, or... i don’t know. i sound silly.”

[melodieuxm]

moldedmemories·:

“You’ll tell me about you’re day, won’t you? Like how it was being a bridesmaid and how much fun you’ve been having and if you’ve danced with Eugene yet?” Literally anything to keep her from speaking about her fiance.

“Do you have secret bridal party intel? Like which fabrics Guinevere’s dress is made of and if it were hand made?” She’d pull her best friend towards the dance floor for the spinning–

“anything you want to hear, of course.” she smiled warmly at her friend, knowing her well enough that if she were saying things like that, she was trying to avoid talking about herself. “being a bridesmaid was... scary. i thought i was going to trip down the aisle, or step on guin’s wedding dress and rip it, and ruin everything, but... fun otherwise!”

“and i... no, i haven’t danced with eugene yet. yet, though. i do plan to... i hope. if i can find him in this crowd.” she tapped her chin. “dress fabric? no, i--,” she paused mid-sentence to giggle in happiness as her friend pulled her towards the dance floor. “it looks like regular wedding dress fabric to me!”

[melodieuxm]

moldedmemories​:

Her breath was airy as she tried to collect it in her lungs, feeling quite uncomfortable with his words. “I don’t believe that of love, no. I’m not asking you to spend every waking moment with me. I’m asking you to want to. I’m asking you to look at me the way you once did, not as a burden you must 𝐭𝐫𝐲 to love.”

“But what I do believe of love is making someone feel cherished, safe, welcome, and not neglected, and above all else? 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲. But if your words are honest, I should believe them without doubt despite how I feel? Does that seem fair?” 

“but i don’t... see you as a burden.” he shook his head, trying to convey just how much he meant those words. though, his words seemed to be hard to get to reach her nowadays. “and i... at least i am-- trying.”

“i want this to work, hana. i want us to work. i don’t mean to make you feel neglected. i’m sorry if i haven’t made you feel those things.” he sighed, thinking back to his conversation with aladdin. about the word she just said. honesty. “the last thing i want to do is hurt you. i... care about you. and i’m trying to get my heart into a place that loves you.”

[melodieuxm]

ringwandervng·:

“ah, that’s quite unfortunate, part of what makes a wedding great is seeing everyone joining in the festivities. though i supposed you would have your reasons – i take it the crowd tires you?”

“i’m not sure how many royal weddings you’ve been to in your years, but the same crowd, and the same customs, and the same conversations do get tiresome after awhile, yes. but don’t go telling everyone that the king of adora tires of his fellow royal company.”

[melodieuxm]

kintsvqi·:

“ fair enough. i assume others would be inclined to return the favor if they were shown a lack of manners. ” he can already envision the disaster of being pushy in a crowd of snockered people. “ does your business have anything to do with partaking in the free alcohol or is that a bonus? ”

“there aren’t many bonuses to my business, but my business isn’t why i’m here either. point still stands, i guess that means i’m not mixing business with pleasure.” he shrugged. “and if someone knocks into me, i’ll call it my one dance for the night.”

[melodieuxm]

expuracordis·:

❛  i  know  i  told  her  she  deserved  better  but …  you  weren’t  what  i  had  in  mind  .  just  don’t …  don’t  mess  with  her  ,  okay  ?  i  won’t  forgive  you  if  you  do .  ❜

“rani and i aren’t in a relationship, if that’s what you’re thinking. we’ve spent no more than perhaps an hour or so together. but i want to be clear, your acceptance or forgiveness isn’t anything that i’m searching for.”

[melodieuxm]

lcstbov·:

‘ no fun , ’ he pouts . ‘ but lemme rephrase  —  how’s about a first impression ? ’

“man. with a drink. in your hand. should there be an impression beyond that? or do you believe yourself that impressive?”

[melodieuxm]

terrvrs·:

“that makes you either brave. or stupid. which is it?“

“dare we say that not being offended over someone not wanting to sit next to me makes me either? is that how that works?”

[chaenie-archive]

HYLT - Rosé

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terrvrs·:

“it’s– it’s not bad. i mean– hair grows right.“ and this lady has a lot of it. cal doesn’t think she’ll miss it. “do you like hats? you can wear a hat.“

another whine came as she held at the now-shorter end of a lock of hair. “what am i supposed to do with this? how is a hat gonna hide it?” she pouted as she stared at the hair.