#astraldestiny:asks

[anarcalina]

         // @astraldestiny​ sent,  “ fate is a fucking lie. ”

         ❛ Poetic, Commander. ❜    For any save her, the drawl would bear only signs of irritation, impatience. Instead, there’s the faintest quirk to the corner of his lip, hints of amusement in the wry glance he casts her.     ❛ I’d ask if you’re sure it’s a lie or if it’s just a waste of time, but I’m not sure either of us is actually interested in arguing philosophy. ❜    And, he supposes, ultimately they might be one and the same, a waste of time for the deceit fate offers, promises of destined futures. Fate was little more than a balm for those too afraid to face reality, to face existence, head on. 

          No, he decided. ‘ A fucking lie ’ was close enough. Simpler, more to the point. She’d get no argument from him.

[anarcalina]

         // @astraldestiny​​ sent,  “ there are worse things than giving people the benefit of the doubt. ”

         ❛ Oh, I know. ❜    Yet she found it a relief to hear another affirm it, for all too often it was laughter she earned for her blind faith in those around her. How much cynicism always prevailed. Her fingers picked idly at her sleeve, teeth worrying at her lower lip. Eventually, her jaw set in determination, and she lifted her head.    ❛ But what about when you know that there really is no doubt. And not in a good way. When you know they’re lying, or they’re not going to do what they say they’re going to do, or... ❜    A sigh. If there was one thing with which Aline had always struggled, and doubtless always would, it was that she could not singlehandedly mend the world — others had to meet her halfway.