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aworldrebuilt replied to your post: (( team battle pls? ))

(( THE VICTORY QUOTE ))

(( if you think that was bad, the intro was this close to being "...Sigh. Vater, can we go back to bed after this?" ))

#although i suppose that was less #direct in its implications #aworldrebuilt #ooc

(( team battle pls? ))

Intro: “Vater! Let me stand by your side! There’s no way they can defeat us both!”

Thanks: “Well, aren’t you amazing.”

Need help from your muse: “There’s no need to heal me, no need at all! I can keep going like this!”

You’re defeated: “Ah…don’t worry! I’ll win for us both! We’re the same, after all!”

Victory (with Vater): “Having you was a pleasure, brother dear! *ahem* …As an ally, that is.”

#(( she refuses to accept help from him because she doesn't want to be a nuisance ))#(( also i'm sorry for the victory quote but i had to ))#aworldrebuilt #vatwins represent

aworldrebuilt replied to your post: vader doesn’t actually see intimacy of any sort as...

it looks like she and ‘niichan are very similar huhuu ))

they are True Vatwins. cut from the very same cloth. ))

#also idk if you saw what i sent on skype but #those headcanons about la princesa you tossed out after i left yesterday?#pretty much spot on #aworldrebuilt

aworldrebuilt replied to your post: aworldrebuilt replied to your post: dear sweet...

lAughS i already like you you suspicious son of a bitch im gonna enjoy watching ur blog ))

I like you

I'll sell your eyes last (◡‿◡✿)

#(◕‿◕✿)#taking off the mask #aworldrebuilt

Oh my, what's this? A young male, whose face mirrors what was once my own?

#aworldrebuilt

Royalty in a Frozen Land

In the realm of Winter, all was quiet.

This was not unusual; in fact, it was rare for there to be much sound at all in the frozen landscape that seemed to stretch for eons. It was the same for the great castle that dominated the landscape, a magnificent creation that, at first glance, seemed to be made of solid snow. But no, it was merely made of a white stone; Winter was not enamored enough with his element to build his home out of it. That is not to say water in its various forms couldn’t be found throughout the castle, for there was a great deal of it. Almost anywhere one looked a small pool, a miniature waterfall, an aquarium with curious face peering back at the observer, sculptures of ice, or some other form of water could be found.

Unlike some of the other gods (Autumn in particular delighted in lounging in her throne), Winter disliked spending most of his time in his ‘throne room’. The room had never been one of his favorites. It held too many memories of prayers he could not answer, blessings he could not give, and mercy that could not be granted stained every inch of the place.

So it was not unusual that the lord of ice was in one of his relaxing rooms, his attention caught in a book. Of all of the Seasonal Reign, he was the one that loved stories the most. It mattered not what form they took (though Winter did have a particular fondness for the theatrics of oral storytelling); he enjoyed them all. His hair—white as snow and cut in a rather feminine bob—partially obscured his nearly-white pale blue eyes as he quickly devoured the text. He was so enthralled by this newest story that it took him longer that it should have for him to sense the other presence in the room.

He carefully marked his place, then turned to greet the unfamiliar presence. “Though you seem not to be of this world, you are welcome all the same. Tell me, stranger, what has brought you to my realm?”