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❝ i love you i promise i always will & i chose you forever … … i’ll choose you still ❞
greek mythology’s ARTEMIS ! an independent oc highly sel & mused by itsu - read rules before interacting - *art credit rightfully belongs to @athenistics !
lau:
genteel mien had thus resurfaced as she cast him her usual smile and the young nobleman did not see a reason to pry further ( ALBEIT, the jovial mask she donned was met with apprehension ; Lau knew too well her cheeriness was but a facade – but, what was the point to prolong the interrogation – she was but a YOUNG GIRL, their EMOTIONS were still in the state of fragility ). ‘ no need to apologise, m’lady. and as expected of the young Earl – always dutiful to his country, ‘ a reassuring smile was cast her away, gentle lips touched the brim of his cup ; he listened intently as she seemed to express her woes, which, undeniably, about the young Earl ( who seemed to be occupied with a case, no doubt – ah, he did mention that to him, and he had to conduct his own investigation – though, Lau had to dilly-dally first – as always ). ‘ oh my, I do share your sentiment, m’lady. the young Earl is still young and thus, ought to enjoy his life, ‘ he nodded his head as he spoke, briefly remembering his own childhood ( almost akin to that of the little Phantomhive ; hence, he empathised with him somehow ). ‘ do remind him of that from time to time, ‘ added he as heavy-lidded eyes slightly gave her a passing glance ; smile upon his lips never wavered. ‘ aiya, ‘ bemused he as a soft chuckle escaped his lips, for he had a different interpretation of sharing in THAT joy – though, of course, he must regain his composure. ‘ perhaps, in due time, my dear Lady Elizabeth, ‘ a pause, suppressing a grin as he swirled his cup, ‘ do enjoy your youth first.’ a gentle sip of his now cold drink, ‘ now, tell me, when did you learn how to fence? ‘
He takes his time to truly listen; such sympathy and presence is one priceless GIFT. It is hard to approach Edward or even her own father to discuss matters regarding the boy earl. They are, after all, OVERPROTECTIVE of her delicate heart. But dearest companion has covered the father wound, and she very much relishes Lau’s company. And it’s quite BEAUTIFUL how the silent Ran-mao brings great peace and comfort to Lizzie’s heart. Though she be as quiet as the gentle moonlight, only a single glance into the eyes of the feline-like lady is enough to reassure that she, too, knows how to truly listen. The very mention of FENCING snatches her immediate attention. Viridian irises gleam with youthful passion. Eager hands set her tea and saucer on the table. She beams, ❝ I had my first lesson when I was ten years old. ❞ Sweetest smile turns SOUR. She wrinkles her nose like a little bunny. ❝ I must confess, however, that I did not like it in the least when I’d started taking lessons. It was an obligation, a duty. Mother expected it of me, and so I obeyed. ❞ But distasteful frowns do not linger long on this fair VESTAL’S countenance. She grins so wide, her cheeks crease into her eyes. ❝ But I’ve come to love it very much. It is very much like a strange and majestic combination of the arts and combat. There’s grace, but there’s also so much POWER in wielding the sword. Yet, I can choreograph my own combinations, and in that manner, it’s like... like a dance! ❞ She pauses to dig her fork into the steamed red bean sweets. And, chewing it slowly to savor the rich flavor, she swallows and CHIRPS, ❝ These taste absolutely AMAZING! Forgive me, I’ve grown up on wheat flour, and rice flour is new to my palate. Oh, I never understood that there were so many other meals, flavors, recipes! I’m honored to share and learn more about your culture with this meal. I fear it sounds childish, silly even, but I’ve always marveled at the design of your clothing! ❞
@sunkissedseraph
sadness which pervaded such delicate features did not go unnoticed by the young noble. for him to see her in such a state worried him, after all, he saw her as the epitome of JOY and PURITY ( and that was based on the few times he spoke and saw her ) in this wicked country of Britain. what could sadden her was. for certain. would involve the young Earl ( a brat as he always was ). nonetheless, whatever the reason was behind her distress, he was eager to ask. thus, he did so, after taking a gentle sip of his tea, ‘ my, Lady Elizabeth, you seem dreary today, ‘ his voice laced with apprehension as brows slightly furrowed. ‘ might I ask what ails you? ‘
He STARTLES her with his observant inquiry. And so, she herself moves with the SUDDEN jerk of an upright jump in her seat, leaving her sitting a little taller, a little prim-properer than before. Viridian hues are quick to BLINK once, then twice, staring at the nobleman’s face as though to regain her balance. He had, indeed, caught her off-guard with his remark. She warbles her GRIEVANCES, ❝Ah... Lau, forgive me. I had not intended to cause you any concern. In fact, you should know that you have my sincerest GRATITUDE. It is a blessing to have you and Ran-mao join me for tea this afternoon!❞ In spite of the veil of sadness that had settled over her countenance only moments ago, the noble knight’s daughter is quick to tear off the fabric of HURT, replacing it with truly a genuine SMILE of hospitality and loving-kindness. ❝Ciel has been rather distracted by his work as of late. Though I understand that he is very busy with all the correspondence that’s exchanged in this season with the CROWN and his clients, I’m very disheartened that he cannot set aside even a short while to give me the time of day. He’d mentioned something along the lines of murder investigations. Though, I understand if I’m not one to be informed of the matter, so please do not worry yourself about having to hide classified information from me. I’ve invited you here for casual and CHEERFUL conversation, after all!❞ And though this smile had slowly waned into one mildly mournful frown, the girl is quick to observe the comfort that her dearest guests have within each other. She smile FOR them, and celebrates WITH them. ❝But I’m delighted to see that you and Ran-mao are well and choose to spend your time together. You two seem... INSEPARABLE. I bless that and hope with all my heart that I can share in that joy as well, some day.❞
Grand authority gave insight , it was more than she was worth . More than this fragment was worth. conceptual death felt boredom nagging at scrawny form Perhaps he’d grand her a miracle, if it killed his boredom. this tale might be a satisfactory cup of tea Why not drown some petty demons in it? being above godhood was never phased by demonic beings Their supposed wits were dull compared to golden glory . Their thirst for human souls became quite boring as well. demons were not worth mentioning anymore
“ A child of hell ? I suppose a pact has been made? ”
❝Yes, I’m afraid so,❞ confesses the NOBLE knight’s daughter. ❝I don’t know the conditions of the contract.❞ UNCERTAINTY is the anxiety that plagues her heart. And thirsty is she whose soul pants for her beloved’s salvation, lest she bears witness of his decaying humanity. ❝I’m not even aware of the degree of how BINDING such a pact may be.❞ Milky digits curl into balled fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles gradually pale in color. ❝Are you the creator of this demon? Are you the one who gave him this assignment? I wish to tear down such oppression and free my dearly beloved.❞
❛ ━━━━━━ then her mouth is on MINE && I don’t say NO. ❜ HINO REI | EDWARD MIDFORD. written by, lyd && lizzie.
❝ and all I want is to be with you forever… with you FOREVER. ❞
highly selective & private Lizzie Midford poetic and literate formatting est. 04-06-2017 adored by Itsu
sunkissedseraph:
bright emerald eyes study the IMMORTAL one. the veil of SOLEMNITY decorates her visage. she is wary of the WEIGHT of his presence, a force with enough potential energy to fall upon her. but the MORTAL child remains unfazed, having already spent a much of her time around demons and death reapers alike. though they do not scare her, she remains in AWE of the supernatural strength of their inhuman nature. ❝ knowledge, ❞ hums the little lady. ❝ knowledge of the war between life and death. i wish to learn. for the sake of my fiance’s soul.❞
In order to be immortal one needed to live. to exist && authority did not. in order to be dead , one had to be alive at some point Conceptual death was neither, not even existing. Yet it acted, && it took form. authority was a truth , not a petty reaper or embodiment of death For it had created death. so cruelest concept was at war with life A petty statement from a petty child of men.
“ Then I shall give you insight , MY SISTER && I ARE NOT AT WAR . ”
HARK. this paradoxical spiral of endless REVELATION betwixt the columns of confusion. child of adam listens carefully to his wisdom. could it be true, then, that this manifestation in human-like form is beyond the notorious demon butler’s essence, even? ❝ forgive me for my IGNORANCE, ❞ plips the girl. ❝ i’d likened you to the demons who thirst for my fiance’s soul. what is this game that i must play? if you who are not at war can see from the stillness in which you dwell, am i entrenched in warfare against DEATH if i wish to free his soul from termination? ❞
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“ What, pray tell , do you wish, child of men? ”
bright emerald eyes study the IMMORTAL one. the veil of SOLEMNITY decorates her visage. she is wary of the WEIGHT of his presence, a force with enough potential energy to fall upon her. but the MORTAL child remains unfazed, having already spent a much of her time around demons and death reapers alike. though they do not scare her, she remains in AWE of the supernatural strength of their inhuman nature. ❝ knowledge, ❞ hums the little lady. ❝ knowledge of the war between life and death. i wish to learn. for the sake of my fiance’s soul.❞
I did the thing & revamped my oc & made her fandomless– LIKE / REBLOG if you want to befriend an university student who is a little too enthusiastic about her major, in love with the ocean ( & pretty much everything else, except spiders & snakes ) & probably would choose to be a mermaid if she could !! She just wants to be everyone’s friend & talk about marine life all the time please.
The new presence in her vicinity omits sudden kindles of surprise from Abi’s tongue, clattering empty mugs and her own materials to make room for the new acquaintance across from her. “It’s..very nice to meet you, Elizabeth. The pleasure is mine.” Irises fly in haste to the novella and tools the girl has carried with her as inquiries rise in her lungs, “May I ask — what are you studying?”
❝ lizzie! ❞ emphasizes the beaming girl. she settles into her new seat, balancing the cup and plate ere she sets it upon the lacy fabric of the elegant tablecloth. ❝ elizabeth just sounds so... FORMAL, so outside of the classroom i’d prefer it very much if you felt comfortable enough around me to simply address me by my nickname, abi! ❞ she is quick to notice as abi’s focus shifts to study the boldly red book that sticks out of her bag. milky digits retrieve the leather-bound pages, resting it beside her plate of sweets. ❝ THEOLOGY, ❞ clarifies the sophomore. ❝ i aspire to become a university-level professor of theology and obtain my masters in DIVINITY. although if that does not work out, then i’d be more than delighted to teach at the secondary school level. ENGLISH, then, would be my preference. ❞ shoulders shrug. she smiles all the while. but curiosity flickers in her own irises. she gestures across the table. ❝ how about yourself, abi? i’d love to learn more about you! ❞
Flustered beyond belief now — what does she say to that ? “I…Thank you.” Though kindness in others is an attribute highly sought after, Abi finds herself inexperienced in the art of receiving such kindness. Yellowing pages, now tucked aside for later’s attention, settle the novel into place on the tableside to accompany the shortcoming of her warm drink, burrowing herself in the notion of getting another to compensate. “You have very elegant eyes, yourself.”
bundle of SUNSHINE leaps for joy, clearly moved by her senior’s thoughtful compliment. curly-cues flounce all about as she grabs her cup of dark earl grey and the plate topped with a freshly-baked blueberry scone. lizzie bounces over to her new acquaintance, gesturing with a quick nod of her head at the empty seat across from abi. ❝ only if you don’t mind, may i join you in my studies? ah! and thank you kindly for the compliment, abi! i’m delighted to meet you. my name’s elizabeth. elizabeth midford. although, please do simply call me lizzie. ❞
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“Can I help you ?” This had been going on for days now. Of her favorite places, none compared much to the cafe off the main road, tucked into a hole in the wall; a place where she could relax. But her comfort, however, was bitten down by the constant presence of the girl of whom, now seemed to stare her down as she awaited her order.
sudden and a bit CUTTING is the tone of the stranger she’d been observing from afar. eyebrows slant upward as the surprises rises across her countenance. her eyes fly open, and the startle shakes her body into little too proper of a seated posture. hence, the silverware clankers and clangs the moment her knees hit the table. she lifts a hand to cover her mouth as her jaw drops wide. ❝ i... um... forgive me! ❞ sputters the younger girl. she smiles sweetly her sincerest apologies. ❝ your eyes are really BEAUTIFUL, so i’m afraid i wasn’t aware that i’d been staring at you this entire time. ❞
ARCHETYPES & MYTHOLOGY ( headcanon 01 )
this interpretation of lizzie is strongly influenced by the greek goddess, ARTEMIS, whose roman equivalent is DIANA. she is the twin sister of APOLLO, the god of music, TRUTH and prophecy, healing, the SUN and light, plague, and poetry ( aka. her beloved brother, edward midford ). ARTEMIS is the goddess of the hunt, wild animals, the wilderness, childbirth, VIRGINITY, and she is the protector of young girls. often the goddess is depicted as a HUNTRESS who wields her bow and arrows. this muse in particular highlights the theme of PURITY and the sacredness of virginity. her inclination and joy comes from mother nature and serving young girls, and lizzie’s expression of LOVE is founded purely upon a firm foundation of platonic and agape love. lizzie does not cringe at the sight of blood, and like artemis, she is quick and willing to serve as a MIDWIFE for mothers in the delivery of their babies. she is courageous and strong, very much in tune with mother nature and the sacredness of the hunt. and although lizzie is a virgin and chooses to devote the rest of her life to celibacy, she grows up attracting the interest of many men. she is only romantically and emotional INTIMATE with those who earn her heart’s affections. even so, sexual desire has never appealed to her.
rose:
rose gives a casual wave as she settles into a nearby chair, watching as the water seraphim bustles about. personally, the squire doesn’t understand what the big deal is about tea, but lizzie seems excited about it and that’s enough for her! everyone has their own hobbies; who is she to judge what people do in their free time? ❛ c’mon lizzie, you know i wouldn’t miss your tea for the world! ❜ it’s a true enough statement. the seraphim always seems to know how to brew tea just right to anyone’s expectation. it’s kind of weird, but kind of cool—everyone gets their favorite flavor! ❛ lailah’s out with sorey right now: some purification for some malevolence. they’ll be back in a while. mikleo’s with ‘em. dunno about edna and zaveid though. ❜
❝ ah, yes! PURIFICATION of malevolence! ❞ carols one golden-locked seraph as she flings her arms all around her personal bubble. it’s her purpose, after all, as a team cheerleader to RALLY the whole party’s moral. ❝ that is very good, indeed. and when they come back, it’ll be all the more reason to chit and to chatter as we celebrate their victory! ❞ this bundle of sunshine skips to rose’s side. hands reach for the other’s hands, gently clasping together their palms to draw the squire to her feet. ❝ but before they arrive, i need a favor from you: to taste the chocolate cake i’d baked. it needs to be worthy of being on our dessert menu. if not, then i’ll need to make some changes to the recipe for next time. ❞ a childish tug, and off they go! ❝ to the kitchen, please! ❞
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HARK! the very rhythm of her heart is like the timpani that booms wildly within her chest. blood of life courses violently through her veins, fueling the flame that rages madly in her very core. oh my, she’s ANGRY indeed. ❝ did you see that? ❞ warbles the younger sister. her arms fly, and they flail, all over the air. she makes quite a spectacle of herself before regaining her composure, carefully crossing both arms over her chest to restrain herself. deep breath in. deep breath out. she snarls. ❝ that other girl. she snickered and flicked her chocolate mousse on the hem of my dress. why, i just can’t stand it, edward! ❞
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bright eyes, beautiful eyes. they’re verdant like emeralds and as green as a glass sea. she winks at the stranger, at the couple that seem to travel everywhere together. and as she hugs her teddy bear closer to her bossom, she peeps, ❝ i think you two make a very fine PAIR. ❞
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golden locks of SUNSHINE tousle over the delighted water seraph’s shoulders as she hustles through the many cabinets of the kitchen. eager digits are quick to identify her favorite tea set: it’s fine china so pearly white that the decorative orange poppies POP boldly from the plates and cups. she bundles it all in her arms, half-skipping and half-dancing to the long dining table to set up everyone’s place. ❝ oh, rose? ❞ plips lizzie in her sing-song melody. ❝ i’m absolutely beaming to know that you’re able to make it to this afternoon’s tea. have you heard back from lailah yet? ❞
