#heartbreakshipping

[bouquet-of-scars]

Vic and Alphonse stand on a bridge together. It's quiet. Neither of them speak for quite some time. Finally, Alphonse says, "The guards will find me soon." She nods. "Me as well." He takes her hand in his and stares into her eyes. "When they find me they will kill me..." Alphonse frowns for a moment and she gently brushes his hair out of his face. "Are you sure you want to do this? You still have time to get away." He asks this as lights of torches in the distance approach. "I'm positive." The lights are getting closer, and there's shouting. Before the lights reach them, they jump.

((If this hurt you in your feels, I suggest you read these optional endings:

They both Olympic dive like the awesome people they are to safety.

The bridge is only a few feet high. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "I'm positive." They jump. Splish. "We run now?" "Yeah, we run."

They Assassin's Creed it up and jump into a pile of hay and wait for the guards to lose their trail. They were only surveying the area to fill out that part of the map, after all.

Feel free to add your own endings, if it makes everything NOT HURT AS MUCH))

[asktheblythes]

((OOPS I DREW BABIES

LOOK AT HOW CUTE THEY WERE BEFORE EVERYTHING BECAME SAD))

[asktheblythes]

Fated Meeting

Victoria couldn't really say she was excited for today. 

She always enjoyed a nice walk, especially when the sun was out and the breeze was warm, but it was the end of her journey that she wasn't looking forward to. She was only twelve, but she knew the implications of her mother's conversations--an arranged marriage wasn't something to be taken lightly. 

The O'Brians were a wealthy family, one without a mother the same way hers was without a father, and she had heard very good things about them, though she has never met any of them in person just yet. This was the purpose of the meeting, it seemed, so down the streets of Castelia she walked, hand in hand with her mother and her Nidoran, Atlas, right on her heels. 

She tried not to think too hard about the prospect of marriage, since it wasn't going to happen for another couple of years even if they DID agree on it, but her mind couldn't help but linger... What would this boy be like? She had heard his name was Alphonse, and that he was an artist, but not much besides that. 

As much as she told herself not to, the girl began to feel rather nervous as she approached the humble-but-still-large mansion that the O'Brians called home, and even more so as they stepped inside.