#heartsloss

[messianfell]

@heartsloss lulu giving shirley a ring at some point between becoming emperor and going to meet his death tho....................

he doesn’t end up erasing her memories when he uses his g.eass on her that last time in our canon bc he knows she doesn’t WANT to just forget about him anyways so like......... he may as well................. respond to all her feelings before dying, right, like..........

[messianfell]

— * ` ♚  @heartsloss.  sc.

               ❛  I know it’s never been my strong point, but if there’s something you want to talk about, I’ll listen.”  He can’t always have something to run off to, right?  “I’m here now.”

[messianfell]

— * ` ♚  @heartsloss.

                This shouldn’t be happening. This place had been EVACUATED, hadn’t it? Already, the wheels are turning in his head, trying to decipher how much could’ve been overheard between himself and Jeremiah just now  ----  what is he even supposed to FEAR the revelation of first? He’d called himself both of those names, hadn’t her ; ( ZERO ) & ( LELOUCH VI BRITANNIA ), all in the same breath. He wants to think he’s made of stone, too aged in the short year he’s spent at the head of this war for him to having shaking hands and a panicked heart, but that’s not the case. He’s still a human beneath his calculative persona, beneath the mask of the one who leads this revolution.

          Even that wouldn’t have mattered, though. Every time he’s been caught by her in the past, stuck in an endless limbo of trying to remove himself from her life and memories, he’s found himself frozen all the same, staring at her with the same astonished, frightened even, look.

     ❛  Shirley!”  What is he supposed to do? Play naive? Attempt to use his geass again? In the end, he’s stuck there, brows furrowed, thoughts relentless.  “What  .  .  .  why are you here? It’s not safe, the terrorists are—”

[messianfell]

— * ` ♚  @heartsloss / sc.

               ❛  We should go do something together next time we get a chance. Whenever ‘Zero’ has a moment to breathe, I mean.”  He’s not sure how empty of an invitation it is. He’s tired, and the way he sets his helmet down in favor of reaching up to pull the mask from the bottom half of his face with not even a sigh gives it away more than anything else. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get a chance to rest, but there’s still some part of him reaching out, the same as he had with Nunnally. Somehow it feels necessary in this case, though.  “I feel as if I owe you that much. We never got to go on our date, not really.”  He says it so calmly it surprises even himself. He can’t tell whether the atmosphere had shifted to sweet or solemn. Perhaps both.  “If you still want to.”

[messianfell]

— * ` ♥  YOUR  WORLD  OR  MINE  ?

promise  you’ll  find  me  again  in  the  next  life.

{@heartsloss said, “ dfgsdfgsdf im 100000 years late but can i still send a happy holidays! thing maybe hhhhh”}

[otomates-a]

               “ ... is it alright with you if I hide here for a little while?”  He smiles tiredly as he looks over at her, back pressed against the door he’d unintentionally slammed when he’d run into the nearly-empty student council room. He hadn’t intended to make this much of a scene. He already ran a fine line as it is in this school, there’s no reason to go upsetting the council kids, but what can he do. He can still hear girls squealing and running around outside, and he’d rather just not deal with it.  “I got ambushed while trying to leave school...”

* . °◞ ❤ @heartsloss.

[slayprotect-blog]

@heartsloss

              " don't leave a single one unstabbed. " you say, but you know. how crafty these devils can be. how they would want you to gain over confidence and suffer at their hands. you take their weapons and use it against them, it's resourceful.

              " even if you think it's dead, stab it again. "

[messianfell]

*grumble grumble* “Sexist bastards.”

SHIT I OVERHEARD AT MY LAW FIRM.→ not accepting. 

               “  .  .  .  .  .  ”  He’s surprisingly good at hiding his annoyance, even outright anger, when it comes to other people. Very rarely do those specific emotions seem to overpower him, perhaps if only because he’d lived so much of his life basking in them and grown too used to the feeling. He watches the Britannian nobles in question walking away from them with a glance over his shoulder, his expression hard to read, though he doubts she’d missed the furrow of his brow, however slight it had been.  “The Aristocracy is filled with idiots. All the private schools and top tutors in the world can’t save those who are narcissistic and materialistic from being useless members of our society.”  Surprisingly harsh coming from him, maybe. But it’s not as if he has any reason to hide his hatred around her.

               When he turns back towards her, his gaze is steeled, closer to how he presents himself when he’s Zero rather than the careless, nonchalant schoolboy most of the world knows him as.  “Don’t ever let someone tell you that you can’t accomplish something. The only people who mock others for being different from them are the uneducated and ignorant. Being a woman has nothing to do with anything.”  He seems to realize after speaking how serious his tone is. Blinking a few times, he lets himself relax a little bit and takes a step closer to her. Reaching up to gently poke the tip of his finger to her forehead, he smiles and the atmosphere turns less tense.  “You’re the only person in all the world who’s managed to pull fast ones over on the Holy Britannian Empire’s greatest criminal and threat, the awful terrorist  —  Zero. Use that against them next time someone’s stupid and I won’t even have to geass them to make them go away.”