#glitznoglory

[misdae]

𓆩*♡*𓆪        @glitznoglory​​​         ʚ;         𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐘     .

         Ache. It was going through her entire being even still, blue eyes closing and reopening with frequency against the sudden strong wind paired with snow. As she passed the graveyard’s gate, her index finger with thumb briefly moved across her forehead, lips and heart to form a tiny sign of the cross, soon before she moved her shut fist back to her mouth for warmth. Truth to be told, it wasn’t even all that cold despite the wind, but she was so cold as if the freeze itself has entered her. Something has entered her just minutes ago indeed.

         Her throat burned like it has for many years, spreading inside her head and further in. She’s prayed to God before that her plan to finally put a stop to all this would work, but there was something incredibly scary about it still. What if everything would only turn worse? Suddenly she gasped when something grabbed her and a great fear overcame her that tonight wasn’t over just yet, that there was still some hunger left for her to satisfy. But this was a hunger of a different kind. Questioning.           ❛       Raoul!       ❜           She exhaled, blinking against the falling snow and frowning. Has he followed her once more after she told him off just earlier that day?           ❛       What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here...       ❜           Christine shook her head, looking over her shoulder and back to him, slow as if she spent hours dancing with death. The frown on her forehead softened, hope inside her lapis eyes. Could it be that he came to help?

[feralrites-a]

.ೃ࿐  ░          ↪         @glitznoglory   ft . lottie . ›      ❛  you tried . that’s what matters  . ❜ 

all the loses they had already experienced had taken a toll on all of them .          there was not one of them that wasn't dealing with the traumatic circumstances taking place around them ever since the crash .          perhaps losing jackie was the worst of all of it ,   because of what they were forced to do ,   to survive   ―   to survive ,   that's why they did it ,   natalie repeated those words in her head over   &&   over again .          yet the guilt didn't seem to dissipate ,   because they had to do it again after that   ―   to javi .          the wilderness chooses   &&   they have to act ,   or so lottie had put it that way .          it was a deranged thought ,   but what if it was real ?          she wanted ,   or more like needed to keep them all safe .          wasn't that why the wilderness chose her to lead them ?          heavy is the head that wears the crown ,   now natalie understood what it meant .

clearly ,   being chosen had caused some tensions among the girls ,   especially with shauna .          she believed ,   &&   it was more than obvious ,   that she should have been chosen given the fact that she suffered more ,   she lost more than the rest .          shouldn't the wilderness have chosen her if she was worthy of it ?          yet ,   having her in charge with all that rage   &&   grief inside her ,   it was not wise .          trying to see eye to eye with her was not an easy task ,   not as of late ,   not now that they were out there in the woods   &&   natalie refused to go after coach scott .          once more ,   she had covered his tracks ,   pretended there was no sight of him .          why would they not leave him be ?          he left them ,   he was on his own ,   he did not burn that cabin down   ―   or at least ,   natalie believed it was not him because she saw him leave ,   didn't she ?          in a way ,   she was torn .          now with no snow ,   with spring already upon them ,   those scouting sessions happened more often .          each time natalie came with empty hands ,   she was faced with anger   &&   disappointment .          now in her hut ,   sitting on the ground just trying to give shape to a piece of wood she had found   ―   it wasn't taking any form ,   but it was distracting enough ,   to pass time   ―   hazel green eyes lift up ,   hands halting their ministrations to meet lottie's dark gaze .          head shakes ,   small scoff escaping her before turning her attention to …          whatever she was making .          ❛ ⠀ i did ,   didn't i ?          shauna would love to disagree with you .          careful with what you say ,   don't let her hear you . ⠀ ❜          

[ange1s]

     STARTER CALL  :    @glitznoglory  ft.  ANNELIESE

PAPER - THIN  WINGS  FLUTTERED  IN  DELIGHT,   no  more  than  a  whisper  as  elowen  flitted  between  the  branches,   leaving  the  scent  of  morning  dew  in  her  wake.   the  leaves  sighed  as  she  passed,   as  if  bowing  to  her  presence.   it  was  the  height  of  spring,   and  the  world  had  come  alive  again.   blossoms  unfurled  in  brilliant  pinks  and  whites,   bushes  full  of  fresh  berries,   and  golden  sunlight  dripped  through  the  forest  like  honey.   the  winter  had  been  cruel,  its  bitter  touch  leaving  bellies  empty  and  days  unbearably  long   —   but  that  was  behind  her  now.      elowen  landed  on  a  mossy  stone,   stretching  her  limbs  in  the  warm  glow  of  the  rising  sun.   she  hummed  to  herself,    twirling  a  rosy  petal  between  her  fingers,   when  a  sound  pricked  at  her  ears.   a  rustling  —  clumsy,  uncertain.      she  darted  behind  a  tree.      A  HUMAN  ?    she  had  never  seen  one  this  close  before !   curious  as  always,  she  crept  to  another  tree,   closer  this  time.   her  footsteps  were  light,  barely  stirring  the  leaves  beneath  her.   peeking  out,   her  sharp  ears  twitched  as  she  studied  the  strange  creature  before  her.    humans never let their young wander alone,   yet this one stood in the middle of the clearing,   walking in slow,   uncertain circles.  was it lost ?   HAD THE FOREST TAKEN IT AWAY ,   the way it sometimes did with those who stepped too far from the path ?   but,  the  human  seemed  to  be  at  home.   LIKE  IT  BELONGED  THERE  ,  just  like  her.

[storiesbreathed]

🐆

christine daaé & natasha rostova

alice liddel & the fairy queen of sweet dreams

alina starkova & tessa gray

carmilla von karnstein & sophie baek

raoul de chagny & thomas hutter

[ange1s]

my personal opinion is that you do not have what it takes.

SORELLI'S CAT-LIKE  EYES  are  like  a  dagger  as  it  stares  right  into  the  abyss.     a  disembodied  voice  …  THE  GHOST,  whether  she  wants  to  deny  it  or  not.  ah,  so  now  it's  decided  to  torment  her  instead  of  the  other  ballerinas  ?   fists  clench  and  unclench,  yearning  for  the  dagger  beneath  her  skirts.  if  necessary,  will  there  be  flesh  to  pierce  ?  or  was  @glitznoglory  truly  inhuman  ?      ❝      if  you  are  to  criticise  me,  opera  ghost,        ❞      the  moniker  comes  out  of  her  name  as  though  it  were  poison.       ❝      i  suggest  you  do  so  outwardly,      and  not  hide  in  the  shadows  like  a  coward.         ❞     she  stands,  awaiting  for  anything,  the  silence  deafening.

[ange1s]

would you still love me if i was a worm?

RAOUL’S  HEAD  IS  UPON  HER  LAP,  a  picnic  blanket  beneath  them  to  cover  the  dusty  attic  floor.      colourful  candy  wrappers  are  scattered  upon  the wood,       bellies  full,     eyes  heavy.     his  beloved  lotte,   not  once  catching  him  off  guard.   he’s  used  to  these  outlandish  ideas  and  finds  them  endearing.   even  if,  sometimes,  he  doesn’t  have  the  answers  to  them  all.      but  this ?     of  course  he  knew  the  answer  to  this.

  ❛❛        are  you  mad ?     ❜❜       he  looks  up  at  @glitznoglory  like  she’s  said  the  most  offensive  thing.      ❛❛       christine,  of  course  i  would !    i  would  love  you  if  you  were  a  measly  little  tick,     a  beast,    an  inanimate  object,     ❜❜     there  is  passion  and  truth  in  every  word,    a  passion  that  only  could  come  from  a  fool  madly  in-love.