#amourade

[castitatli-archived]

                     silence, the first thing she knows how to respond with, when mere words fail her. a secret that she’d been shouldering for years, whom a total of three people within the Order knew about. however, the secret is out, and her eyes fail to fully look the redhead with the gaze that she deserves. mortality is a finicky thing within this world, and who knew that god had sinister plans for an apostle so pure and giving with her heart?

                       ❝ ..Yes, it’s true. ❞ silence shattered, a breath taken before hands revert back to her hands now settling in her lap.  ❝ My Innocence is not like others. It is because of it that my health is in jeopardy. I didn’t want to worry anyone, lest of all you. ❞

                                                    // @amourade

[godslaughters-blog]

ARMOR  REMOVES  INDIVIDUALITY;   they are no different from their fellow soldiers.   thus,   they believe that their charge does not see much beyond the imperial coat of arms.   (they do not blame her.   she is a hostage.)   ❛   my lady,   i am required to stay close by.   you cannot dismiss me.   ❜

                    * @amourade.

[disenvow-a-blog]

❛    i believe you`re in the  WRONG  room.    ❜

@amourade.

[lunabrace-blog]

@amourade

               ‘ Please, I’m... ’ She coughs, choking on the very idea of further words, further LIES to hold such burden on her own. ( Do not trouble another with your troubles, you have already cost others problem enough ). Gloved fingers stretch about a wound, crimson staining crimson, darkening the very hue of her already dirt-stained garments. Pressure, darling, pressure will ease the bleeding.  ‘ I’m quite alright. ’ & as she clamors upward, legs would give, & she’d collapse upon the dirt ground, ears ringing with a high pitched scream.

[elegic-blog]

◜✧◞  — @amourade.

   ❝    if i said i was sorry, would that change anything?    ❞   

[elegic-blog]

👫 hey,

send a 👫 and i’ll write four headcanons i have about our muse’s relationship

un.   nari doesn’t have to tell marceline for her to know nari cares. even if nari denies it out of instinct, marceline just knows. they have this natural connection, this natural understanding of each other. marceline knows nari isn’t shallow and unfeeling as she appears, and nari knows marceline isn’t all sunshine and rainbows. they don’t say anything though, because there’s no need. they just know and they understand.

deux.   marceline is the first person nari befriends when she crashes into the past. marceline is also the first person nari sees and is the last person she sees.

trois.   when nari betrays the black order and her friends to kill allen walker, marceline continues to love her even if it hurts. she doesn’t know that nari betrays them all to kill allen, because in her future, allen kills marceline and company. nari wants to prevent that from happening, in spite of the potential dangers for her future. they’re her friends and she wants them to live.

quatre.   ironically enough, marceline is the one who inspires nari to go against time. she did it unknowingly, but marceline’s constant rebellion against the black order motivates nari to rebel against time itself.

[pyrhiic]

          throughout class, her demeanor had been subdued, usual sunlit smile & gusto so very akin to yours swapped for a downwards crescent  ---  & that will simply not do !  no student should be frowning in your classroom, you won’t allow it !  even her exit is off, closed in on herself with eyes downcast. before she reaches the door, you cough pointedly & motion for her to come over, a hint of worry creasing your usual booming jubilance once the remainder of the students file out,  ❛ is something wrong, my girl ? ❜ 

&&. @amourade !!  |  sc.

[lucencie]

❛ Do you believe in love? Do you believe in us? ❜ :/

            LOVE :   THE  BANE.   the question is not about love itself      no, it never was      but about whether thana had the strength to keep going with that belief.

love, they’d say, can only get one so far.   she’d contradict them adamantly,   but it’s difficult to unlearn old philosophy.     ❛   i always will.   love is what sets us apart from the demons we face.   ❜     a lie,   ultimately.   every creature knows of love.   whether they continue that love is another discussion.   but the response itself is almost mechanic,   like it’s been practiced in the mirror so many times that their heart is numb to it.   heavy,   shaky breaths rattle a tear-stained rib cage.

❛   i’m sorry.   for not telling you anything.   i was scared.   i am scared.   and i don’t know what to do.   ❜