#cranastasia

[crxyong]

sincerely, yours

( You arouse in me such a mixture of feelings. Only come to me—get closer and closer to me. It will be beautiful, I promise you. )

He thinks she’s beautiful this way, asleep right in front of him and he lifts his hand to brush hair away from her face, like a porcelain he dare not to press enough strength on. Then he traces his fingers against her skin, where his lips has marked last night. On her neck, down to the curve of her bare waist. She’s bare, exposed-- fragile. He swears he has never seen anything more full, she voids his emptiness so much. 

He continues to gaze, to play against her bare flesh. This is their own lazy morning. 

“Good morning” he whispers. 

[crcai-blog]

jenga

TW  ⋰ torture , abuse

☾ — Nothing is quite as beautiful as someone who has survived losing everything and still has a tender heart  。.:*・

The year is 2009, but there’s a big question mark on which day it actually is. It’s hard to count numbers when you’re holding your breath for too long. It’s like a ritual, to have ‘people’ with hats and robes visit him on a weekly basis for his ‘check-up’ before he bleeds red, pain being his only friend. And it’s quick, to have scars and wounds disappear in a short amount of time. A dark cloud that deserve to be hidden.

He supposes that there are stories like this, he reclines his back against the cold wall, pulling his legs against his chest and wrapping his arms around them. The mason tells him he’ll have a visitor again and he tries not to tremble, tears rolling against his cheeks with fear. 

Because his story isn’t a beautiful one, a plucked raven’s feather wishing its death instead of dwelling and hitting itself against the gush of the wind. He closes his eyes, sighting the wooden door being swung open. He buries his face against his arms, trying to stop the tears falling down like rain water. 

“Please...leave--me, alone...I beg, you-- M-mister” he tries to force it out of his mouth. 

Because this is a never ending game.

His life is a game.

[crxyong]

sad songs for lonely people

In her eyes, the sadness sings— for they were destined for greater things

( ‘ there’s stress for the most part of the day, seeing students getting rushed in the infirmary and mending to their injuries. but he couldn’t, wasn’t, will never, expect to see anastasia getting rushed with them. she’s stupid, he thinks. and it’s dark, as night invades the horizon like a shadow under the hood of the moon. yong has managed to keep everyone on their beds, resting. he’s tired, but he’s done. he walks and takes a seat beside anastasia’s bed ) oy-- birthday girl

[crxrushi]

CryBaby;

----- Continued from here

@cranastasia

RuShi titles her head at the teachers question as if the answer was obvious to everyone but her. She had known for a while about Anastasia, since her first year her parents had made sure to look up on Hogwarts resume, warning her on which classes to avoid or which teachers to be wary. And by being wary they meant to keep the interactions on bare minimum. Purebloods are superior, being taught by those beneath them could be considered scandalous. During her first years the girl had not really paid attention to it, she could careless about her teachers origins as long as she got her praise. Unfortunately things changed and so did her attitude.

“Well for starters-” 

Taking a stride into the classroom, she has no qualms getting into Anastasia’s personal space. Better make the interaction short and concise. She should not waste too much time on her.

“I was expecting a pureblood.”

[cralecc-blog]

☃

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one? 

he is a lover of all the seasons, however if he was to really pick a favourite he’d say either summer or autumn. mostly because in the summer he can stay outside for as long as possible and work on his tan while he’s at it. whereas in autumn he can play with the falling leaves and enjoy hot chocolate. again his least favourite if he had to pick would be winter, because usually the snow stops him from going out on adventures and he doesn’t like the cold so much.

[freakxmitch-blog]

💕

💕: how does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

Mitch is definitely the type of guy to do both. All? He enjoys planning and executing big showy things, but at the end of the day he knows it’s all the little things that show the most.

[crxyong]

💕

How does my muse express their feelings? do they do through small but meaningful gestures, or through bold declarations?

Yong would express his feelings in all ways possible. But most of his actions are never really genuine, no matter how hard he tries because that’s how hexes work. Being the sociopath that he is, he would probably do through both small and bold declarations. He just knows how to swoon people, knows the level of sweetness that people can curl their tongues into, and he knows how to break hearts.

[crxyong]

mr and mrs

@cranastasia

I love you and I will tell you everyday, everyday until you forget those things that hurt, until ever pain turns to bliss. I wish I could take all those away from you.

In that dress she looks like his universe, bursting out with beauty-- stars crashing out to shine and burn brutally at the same time. And isn’t it a pathetic story, to have stars hoisted up to be watched like an outcast who will never get to see the sun. 

But the sun turns to her-- Yong, burning and alone. There’s a certain sentiment in his face, but it’s hardly sincere no matter how much he tries. The curve of his face makes him look indifferent. But in some other lifetime, when they can finally be together, a tale where he chooses and is able to love-- he would take her into his arms and run towards a beautiful place where he can only hear the beat of his heart. 

But that lifetime is different from this.

He moves to bow before her, a hand reaching out for her to take. There’s no voice, no ounce of what he needs to say. He lifts his eyes on her--through her, a smile of amusement settling upon his lips.