#curehim

[cureher]

pov: u go to visit the bartels mansion and they stare at u until their dad comes down to talk to u asmr

[cureher]

❛ i’d rather pick flowers instead of fights . ❜

         idk where this meme went   /   @curehim

             “    just like we used to    -----   with mother.    “    mercedes sighs, a small smile pulling on her lips. they’re fond memories, of course, though now tainted with the scorn of the past. she could easily get swept up in the fantasy of emile’s words, a time without war, without a need to kill. was it possible   ?   (   it is. it is.    )    “   well.    “   she raises from her seat, quickly taking up her brother’s hand in her own.   “   there’s a lovely patch of azaleas inside the greenhouse, and   -----  i think our friends could use a little cheering up   !    “   it couldn’t hurt to divulge in fantasy for a little longer, right   ?

[cureher]

give

word   prompts   /    accepting    /    @curehim​

         give    -    mercedes offers jeritza her arm.

            “   see  !   i told you   !    don’t you look absolutely dashing  ?   “   exclaim squeaks from between her teeth, grin large enough to take up her entire face.   “   do you like it   ?   i can tell you do   !   “   mercedes gets chatty when she’s happy. around emile, she always finds a way to talk his ear off. 

he’s dressed in an off - white suit, two rows of buttons closing the blazer partly to reveal a deep red turtleneck underneath. it fit him perfectly, as expected. oh, how she sneakily skirted around conversation, using unrelated questions to get the information she needed. how she toiled over the garments, fusing old tablecloths and some of her own wardrobe. hours + hours to make him something   —-   just for one dance at a school.   (   it wasn’t so much for the occasion, but the ability to make something for him.   )  though, it made her happy to see him dressed in something other than armor for a change. 

“   shall we   ?   “   mercedes giggles, allowing his arm to loop under her’s.    “   i know you’re gonna have a hard time keeping everyone off of you, but you have to save the first dance for me,   okay   ?   “

[timecall]

✧ inch resting...

send a ✧ and … // accepting. // @curehim​

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[cureher]

spill it. do you wish you could've gone back for me? that i'd turned out a different person?

                her words come out faster than anticipated. it was as if   —-   she’d been waiting to answer such a question. not by will, but, her mind seemed to be screaming for release.

“   desperately.   “   they rush too soon, bubbles racing up the neck of a bottle, surely fast enough too spill   —-   there was no closing fast enough, she never could.  “   i still live there in my dreams. in that house. with you.   “   oh, her eyes are sad, so sad. she wants nothing more than to keep quiet, to never have them hear such a plea. but she’s bubbling over. she’s already said too much.

“  i still want to go back.  i wish i could go back. compared to that, i could care less about this war.  “   her lips feel so dry. her throat, it’s closing in on her. her life, it’s trying to due her in.   “   in my mind, i live there with you, and mother. it wasn’t perfect but, it’s the closest to  ‘   perfect   ‘   i’ll ever see.   “

            spill it   /   accepting   /   @curehim