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❛ You understand why I did it? ❜ :O

“ … I SUPPOSE SO . ” white shadows drown the sky , & this is the baptism of completion / disconnection ; island ruling at it’s most fundamental. how does it feel to see your birthplace lost in distance ? there’s thousands of miles between you & the void but it’s easier to breathe here than it has ever been down there , ( something about infinite possibility still makes your blood into sunlight hymns . ) your fingers , still stained with the blood of hundreds of her people , rest on the front of your jacket / hers full of blood & bastards & goodness all known rest almost urgently against the crook of your elbow . ( like two players in the battlefield / dangerous / urgent : the fact is both of you have lost this game / you’re alone . ) “ in the end , there was truly no other way to live for yourself no matter how much you may have wanted to go . ” & the words , they’re bitter : for her & for yourself . people unable to control their own dreams / lives.

( but who is to blame for you / for me these regrets … they’re ours to share .

princess , let me tell you a secret the lines of salt creases still do not spell your / his / my name . this sadness is not yours to carry . your heart , uncurling from the ashes , will be whole in the end . unlike us , your child will be free . )

“ i’m sorry th i lead you to this … ” there are simply so many parallel universes that concern us . in one , they aren’t dead . in another , the crown on her head shines gold & not thorned . there is a universe in which no one is lying emptied in the streets as havoc reins above , a universe in which our mothers haven’t learned to replace love with a sense of wrongdoing . there is a universe in which there is no difference between the past & the light that rests in her palms . another where the oceans pull on the moon . they haunt your dreams , the universes where the bad things happen to people other than the people you love . in another life , it’s someone else’s friend eaten because of a mistake they made in the past , & no one gives birth to secure a few more years left to live , & no ones son is washed up ashore , away from the place he calls home . the versions of the story that never learned to consider sound ( & the one where sound is only the opposite of metal / & the one where the sound of metal is never enough to quiet the dead ? ) maybe it’s reassurance , but you offer a glance your smile much less sincere : did she have her own choice ? did you make a mistake ? there is no universe where you can fix this . “ i’m sorry i was never able to fix it while i was here before , either . ”

there were three people who left this island , three people who came back four years later mother claimed this a holy number but all you got was another cause & effect story ( your majesty , it hurts to love the uprooted hero so i became it . your majesty , your friends weren’t sorry so neither were i . your majesty , i’m tired of playing with you & the knives so we both end up with bellies full of cyanide . ) girl honeymouthed / girl sugarworked in a field of barley you want to tell her you’ve always drowned for the ones with songs for voices . brittle & gentle all wrapped into one. “ but I wouldn’t worry about it too much , not anymore … ” ( let me tell you a secret the lines of salt creases still do not spell your / his / my name . this sadness is not yours to carry . your heart , uncurling from the ashes , will be whole in the end . unlike us , your child will be free . )

“ … soon it will be over . before your child is born , at least . ” every story has an epilogue but yours keeps fumbling at the resolutions . another name , another tragedy this grief you carried home was not only yours , but you cared so deeply for it anyway . “ i plan on ending it , soon , but not without saying goodbye first . ”

it’s easier to pretend she doesn’t hate you . like the monster is still outside the castle & you are the knight in shining armour / like this isn’t a story where the dragon tries to be the knight & doesn’t get punished for it , his head on his shoulders & not on a spike . this moment stretches at the edge of a gravity well , eternal in it’s ache for itself . this story follows the way the dragon bows for the princess , once harmless / now complacent : no need for your skirts to become all scorched now , your highness , we all know i can’t live a happily ever after . not after all i’ve done . “ kr historia reiss , i apologise on behalf of marley for attacking your island & causing more grief than necessary . thank you , for showing me kindness when i didn’t deserve it . & finally , so long i wish you well in ruling your country , once i pass … hopefully i can get you back the freedom i took all those years ago . ”

#armisfemale #i couldnt find the meme so .... rest in pieces #long post /#this took me like. a week........#i cried like 3 #fdyfudgyfy #i hope it works out!

❝ DUMMY ! ❞ not the one phrase one ought to CALL THEIR RULER — but he means well, you see: CALLOUSED HANDS catching the other’s petite form with the intention of STEADYING AND REGAINING BALANCE. jean frowns, and when he does, he looks OLDER ( worn out, like life’s burning him out TOO QUICKLY ) but his body is kind in reminding him that it’s nice to be concern not of war or body counts, but MUNDANE THINGS like catching a pregnant’s woman fall - for a moment jean can pretend maybe he’s led a simpler life, married a nice young girl, HAD A GOOD KID TOGETHER. no titans, no discrimination, no child being brought out to be shaped into A WEAPON. ❝ watch your steps, dammit ! what if you’d fall ?! what if i wasn’t around to catch you? tch, these walkway’s too dangerous, s’too steep, ‘nbody could’ve fallen - whatever, I’LL TALK TO SOMEBODY ABOUT IT. ... you’re not hurt, right? the baby’s okay? ❞

@armisfemale ♡’d !

#armisfemale #♞. ( in character )#♞. ( v; canon )#♞. ( greeter )#leave me here 2 Die pls

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.” u_u

A RAISED EYEBROW

instinctively , jean’s own hand curls in itself into a FIST ; he doesn’t know why , call it a REFLEX maybe ( call it you’ve-never-been-wanted-your-whole-life-why-would-it-change-now ) , but he moves them SLIGHTLY AWAY , eyes wide and staring . until LOGIC sets in , you’re not in danger kirstein , and a soft oh leaves his mouth in UNDERSTANDING . stupid , jean thinks quickly ; and , really , REPRIMANDING HIS OWN DAMN SELF is second nature at this point — one could almost say he does it without blinking an eye sometimes , of course she doesn’t mean any harm. look at her —- she’s a MIDGET.

❝ uh … yeah. ❞ SCRAMBLING to sound like he hasn’t been STARTLED , jean’s body seizes to capture her hand and it’s slim , dainty . it occurs to him that he’s never HELD a girl’s hand before , not like this , and QUICKLY , like hot flame , jean’s cheek BURNS with his blush . i’m so lame , he hears his own head comments , but he doesn’t let her go . in fact , he betters his GRIP ; if they’re holding it to not get separated , might as well do it CORRECTLY , right ? and , if she asks ( about your face about the redness blotching your cheeks about anything ever that’s happening ) , jean can always blame the SCORCHING SUN and , true to her words , growing crowd.

❝ ready ? ❞

soft sentence starters / accepting.

#anyway i'd Die for them and thats the tea #also vague scenario along the timeline like??? take ur pick when this happens???#one thing never changes: jean probs never held hands w/ anybody #thats sad but also: the Truth #armisfemale #♞. ( in character )#♞. ( answered meme )