#helxel

[fuckiiisms]

There's something disturbing about recalling a warm memory and feeling utterly cold.

Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn

[a-crocusblooms]

JADE, AND HISUI’S RELATION TO IT (PART 3/?).

                 ( JADE: PART ONE, PART TWO. )

As stated in the previous parts of this headcanon, Hisui actually only owns one piece of Jade jewellery - an enchanted amulet with healing properties that brings luck and serenity to its user, as are the properties of the gemstone itself.

This is not an item of jewellery that she keeps for herself.

Instead, it is something that she gives to those who serve at her side - in particular, her personal guard, or someone in a position in the army's ranks that works in very close correspondence with the Princess herself.

In recent canon & headcanon history, this amulet was worn by Arcadios, the knight who - as we know - served as Hisui's personal guard and Commander of the Crocus Royal Guard. She saw him as an uncle-figure, someone she truly could trust with her life and her well-being, and someone who always been especially kind to her.

( IMPORTANT C!D HEADCANON: CLICK HERE TO READ. ) 

When Archie dies saving Lucy and Yukino from the lava and the amulet is retrieved from him, Hisui holds onto it for a long time before giving it to anyone else. This is because she is very reluctant to find a replacement to fill his specific role in her life, due being unable to cope with and properly grieve his loss for many, many months. 

( Her father, as usual, has other ideas. Though on this occasion, that isn't really a bad thing. )

In most Fairy Tail verses, this amulet is eventually given away again, this time to her new guard (which, depending on the specific verses, will either be Yukino or Yerik). This will only be done when she is finished denying herself the right to come to terms with Arcadios' loss, and she realises that - though she has been reluctant to allow them to become close to her - Yukino/Yerik have nothing but her best interests at heart, and are just as worthy of her trust and respect as the man before them had been.

She gives it to them because, eventually, she treasures their loyalty, friendship and strength just as much as she treasured Archie's. The gift of this amulet signifies her will for them to be the ones to protect her, and it is far more useful than just a simple ‘thank you’ on its own.

[v-venenatorum-blog]

@helxel (x)

Fuck.

He couldn’t help staring. This woman had always been an intriguing figure for a vast array of reasons, and she was dangerous to him. Erik found himself getting just a little too comfortable whilst spending time in her presence, and comfort was a feeling he’d purposefully distanced himself from for a long, long time. “Uh...”

There was a short pause, considering his options. “...Nah, it’s fine. I’m not really here for anythin’ in particular.”

[fuckiiisms]

It is so hard to leave--until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.

Paper Towns by John Green

[fuckiiisms]

Love is the world's infinite mutability; lies, hatred, murder even, are all knit up in it; it is the inevitable blossoming of its opposites, a magnificent rose smelling faintly of blood.

Tony Kushner

[fuckiiisms]

I always thought of it like you said, that all the strings inside him broke. But there are a thousand ways to look at it: maybe the strings break, or maybe ships sink, or maybe we're grass--our roots so interdependent that no one is dead as long as someone is still alive. We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters. If you choose the strings, then you're imagining a world in which you can become irreparably broken. If you choose the grass, you're saying that we are all infinitely interconnected, that we can use these root systems not only to understand one another but to become one another. The metaphors have implications. Do you know what I mean?... I like the strings. I always have. Because that's how it feels. But the strings make pain seem more fatal than it is, I think. We're not as frail as the strings would make us believe. And I like the grass, too. The grass got me to you, helped me imagine you as an actual person. But we're not different sprouts from the same plant. I can't be you. You can't be me. You can imagine another well--but never quite perfectly, you know?

Paper Towns by John Green

[fuckiiisms]

One thing I have discovered recently from my own experience [...] is that forgiveness can never be deserved. If it could be, it would not be needed, would it?

Slightly Tempted by Mary Balogh

[fuckiiisms]

I do not believe I would be an easy woman to live with, Lord Rosthorn, even if I loved with all my heart.

Slightly Tempted by Mary Balogh