#beausght

[rcdwrxck]

gently , with feeling grabs his neck

   ashdks.    no.    he just calmed down!

[thefatalmarksman]

things that are hard to hear. | Not Accepting

@beausght​ said:  ❝ 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑦. ❞

She stood atop the staircase as she made this declaration, silhouetted by the rising sun’s rays---but he didn’t need to fully see her to envision the tears hanging from her eyelashes, like morning dew from a delicate rose’s petals. Didn’t need to see the flush of her cheeks as evidence of the pain experienced by this betrayal of her trust---a pain partially gleaned from anger, partially drawn from despair.

He had to wonder, how many times had he teased her hair with his gloved fingertips in passive admiration, entertained her with his humorous anecdotes, listened to her read from her worn novels, and pressed kisses to her forehead and stolen them from her lips upon that very same staircase?

And, now, how many times would he be robbed of such pleasures?

Down below, Xigbar figured, likely not very many times at all. He knew the day of reckoning was fast approaching. Xaldin now defeated, and he wondered if he could perhaps see if anything had been left in the wake of his dissipation---and, as he had suspected, not a trace of him had been left. However, it was as though she knew he was there---as though she had been expecting him. Expecting the argument that would ensue, the harsh words that would be exchanged---

He had a feeling that, once everything had truly been set in motion, this would be the last time he would ever see her.

Perhaps, for the better.

For he told himself that all of this---whatever this had been between them---had only been meant as a fleeting distraction, and that there was nothing deeper than simply a manipulation of a pretty Princess. Something to kill time. Playing pretend, as he always did.

And yet---

Usually his silver tongue could concoct something even during these sorts of moments---a sharp witticism or a barb of untold wisdom---but alas.

Alas.

All that fell, a mumble from his lips likely not even loud enough for her to hear him, was, “...Yeah. Maybe.”

And then he, with heavy steps, turned away from her, the Light now at his back, and departed into the Darkness from whence he had come.

[thegaleandlance]

@beausght replied to your post: post kingdom <3 tres Dilan retires and grows a...

hi can belle join him in the garden

YES, ABSOLUTELY. HE NEEDS HIS ROSE IN THE GARDEN--

[thefatalmarksman]

Send a ‘ʘ‿ʘ’ if your muse finds my muse attractive. | always accepting basically because sometimes xig needs an ego boost

@beausght​ asked:  *gently places ʘ‿ʘ here*

Xigbar before their fallout is definitely gloating.

Xigbar after their fallout, well... he’s quietly gloating.

[9the]

“   i   can   bring   you   there,   you   know.   the   places   in   all   your   books.   ”    @beausght​   liked.

[janefaery]

hopping in here to say that i absolutely adore your jane okay & i'm so glad i followed !!

oh my goodness, hello there! this is so kind of you to say, it's always nice to know that someone is enjoying my portrayal and i'm glad to have you here. 💖

[thefatalmarksman]

@beausght​ said:  “ I feel as if I’m teetering , on the precipice of chaos. I don’t know if I’ll find my way back. ”

It was all Luxu could do to quell the despair tightening within his chest at the sight of his wife’s anguish---the empathy twisting his heart as he reached for her, hands clasping at her shaking shoulders with a forced gentleness. Every month after their matrimonial union, her disposition was reduced to this shadow of her brilliant self---her, sensing some unseen yet most certainly impending doom, surrounding the two of them. A sixth sense that most humans did not possess, and yet one that she seemed acutely cursed by.

He had the distinct suspicion that she could somehow subconsciously recognize the inhuman changes in him as they approached with each wax of the moon, causing the subsequent changes in her---and oh, how he wished he could be blessed with a release from the manifestation of such horrid wickedness against his mortal coil, transforming him into a creature of teeth and claws and bristled fur.

But, unfortunately, such a blessing was not possible.

At least, as far as he knew.

“Belle---” he murmured to her in his rolling Slavic accent, his tug at her form insistent---his desire to hold her too intense to ignore, cheek resting atop her chestnut locks once he’d brought her flush against him, “I am here for you, and I will not leave you. I shall pull you from the precipice. Please, believe me.”

[sinnhelmingr]

“ a beautiful rose , for a beautiful being ! ” soft smile as Belle holds out a deep , red rose. // @beausght​​

She’s better than this.

Much as she reaffirms the thought, her body continues to betray her. Lips parted in a perfect o of shock, cheeks turning hot with embarrassment, Hel is the first to look away. Shielding her mouth with the back of her hand, she casts a second glance at the rose, chest tightening. She’s better than this, she thinks, knowing that she’s become little more than a schoolgirl before such a simple act.

Oh, but it means the world to her. When was the last time she received such a beautiful offering? Really, it doesn’t matter. It’s not so much the gift as it is the circumstances. Hesitant, she plucks the rose from Belle’s grasp, clearing her throat, sucking in air.

“Thank you, Belle,” she murmurs, trying to look again. The mortal’s eyes are the most lovely sight, when she’s smiling like that.

Norns help her, this is how she dies.