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Adrenaline pumped through her veins, and her stress levels were skyrocketing. The door on the opposite side of the small arena was completely bolted closed and the opening she had come through had closed her inside. This was life or death, she had hoped, but regardless, she may not come out of this alive. Blaster Edge raised and loaded, she spun around to face her opponent. “I will do what I have to! Even if that means fighting, right here, right now!” She all but screamed. She never wanted it to come to this, but she knew this was far from the final showdown. But if she wanted to come out alive and live to be with her friends, she had to do this. Stand up and fight Ultimecia despite all of her fear. It finally felt like all hell had broken loose in her life.

#☆ — (Answered Ask)#☆ — (In Character)#arutimishia

hands keep their hold on her shoulders, head leaning in to whisper coarsely into her ear. ❝ you will always be mine. ❞

She was not hers. She was her OWN person. Hyne be damned if she let that change now. The hands holding her down felt like they were the weight of a thousand bricks. The weight of the time witches hatred for SeeD, the pressure of all her sins. Her transgressions against time itself. Rinoa had yet to forget the day she had been taken over. Possessed, by this monstrosity. It occurred more than once. Leaving Rinoa violated and tortured. She had been within her, seen her mind, her her thoughts. It was invasive, disgusting and perverse. The young sorceress hadn’t known how to deal. She continued on as normal as was possible. The trauma all but forgotten expect for within the deep confines of nightmares. But not the nightmare was alive, and it wanted her in it’s sharp and calculating grasp.

She could feel warm breath wash over her ear and travel down her inner neck. Shivers rolled down her spine. The hair on her arms stood up, her senses were on high alert. Listening to every sound, feeling every sensation. Hearing every word that was not her own. Silent tears rolled down her deathly pale cheek, her heart palpitated and clenched. Anxiety within her whole being. She was weak at the knees.

“I… I will never be yours…” Her empty words were the only form of defense she had. The sorceress had her, they both knew this. There was nothing left that she could do. The only thing she had left to surrender was her own body and mind. She’d be more damned than betrayers themselves if she gave in without a fight. The others were waiting for her.

#☆ — (In Character)#☆ — (Answered Ask)#arutimishia #☆ — Rinoa & Ultimecia: You Cannot Control Me

arutimishia replied to your post:as sacred child rests in a slumber seemingly...

(/me: just sits down. weeps over this.)

:))

#arutimishia #☆ — (Out of Magic)

as sacred child rests in a slumber seemingly eternal in the eyes of the witch, she sits beside her and runs fingers through her delicate locks. she's so pure, so sweet and naive to the natures the power brings -- tutelage at the hands of the goddess of time would take it's toll, but it will all be worth it. ultimecia has one of many things she desired, a pawn, a plaything - a descendant. she will be chaos incarnate, the embodiment of the witch's hatred.

It was awfully strange yet undeniable. The pull she could feel, the hot boiling of her own blood, even deep in slumber. The power of Hyne ran through her veins and it had no desire to release her. There were whispers inside her head, stories of great power and belonging. The mother figure she never truly had. Her greatest fear; losing those she loved. By the side of one who could manipulate time and space, she never had to worry again. She’d never lose them. They would always come back to her, whether they wish to or not. If not, then… m-mother could bring them. Splitting pain developed rapidly in her head, she moaned in pain and could feel the haze lift and realised she was waking. The voices grew quiet, but they never left. Thick lashes part as she opens her eyes. Surveying the grandest room in wonder. This was much better than her previous residence, it reflected more of her personal tastes. It was dark, but the young sorceress knew she was here.

“Where are you?” Rinoa called out, it was pure instinct. She prayed silently that through the abyss she’d get an answer.

#☆ — (Answered Ask)#☆ — (In Character)#arutimishia #{ i hope this is okay! i'm sleep deprived af but i wanted to do it ^^;}#☆ — Rinoa & Ultimecia: Hyne's Blood Runs Strong

arutimishia replied to your post:Unholy; Well hey hey! It’s been a while, hasn’t...

MY PRINCESS IS BACK–

Unholy; ihUIDSHGUDSG I SAVED YOUR DRAFT MAMA WE ARE STILL ON LIKE DONKEY KONG ALWAYS AND FOREVER <333333333

#Arutimishia #omg I saw that you were recently on your blog and was like sdihgjfg //touch #ooc

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please. please. please. someone save me from having to thread with my own seifer.

please.

giant puppy dog eyes at the dash.

#arutimishia #hELLO YOU HAVE CAUGHT ME ON A FANDOM FEELS DAY

Unholy; also can I get the Sorceress gang to dance this pls???

#angelwingprincess #endofthescope #arutimishia #glacioussiren #like yespls ok #ooc #!crack

Mistaken Identity

Cloud knew the rumors spoke of a clown-like mage adorned in a raucous outfit and red facepaint, but he didn't expect this person to have been female. She was a dark sight, horns jutting from her head reminiscent of a devil. A perfect match for the fiery environment of Calcheth.He had to approach the austere woman carefully - the hearsay was filled with tales of a powerful personality attached to the mage.

"Excuse me, ma'am. You must be Kefka. I am Cloud of Alnwick. I think we may be in the same business."

#arutimishia #sorry it's short #but i think this is just enough to make things interesting