#honestaas

[devilsbriide-blog]

@honestaas​ liked for a starter || Accepting

          -- Emilia had been to Cyprus once with her husband and though it               was an agreeable trip, this time was different. This was sudden and               unexpected.  On top of it all, the promotion that  Iago had worked so                hard to get had slipped through his fingers and been given to another               man. On the surface, he was only mildly troubled, and rightfully so, but               Emilia couldn’t help but feel off.

              Their foyer was filled with trunks, and the few servants they kept                flitted about the rooms packing their valuables away in their confines.                Delicate fingers brushed against the leather before she turned to                her husband.             “ You have not spoken a word since our Lord told you to depart...”

[loftiy1-blog]

Todos dizem​ que é difícil ama, ama não é difícil, "difícil" você ama uma pessoa sabendo que ela não vai te amar como você ama ela, se vai amar por dois na relação, não vai ter reciprocidade e sim a rejeição, e vai ficar sempre desconfortável sabendo que só você vai levar esse fardo sozinha....

H70 Mil vezes

[obrawlinglove-blog]

❛ Just give it time, kid. ❜

meme.

‘ But I’m TIRED of waiting! ’ her tone is little more than a whine, betraying her impatient nature & very quickly she’s getting away from herself again. ‘ I’m sick of giving things time. Things could be so much better RIGHT NOW if these people would just wake up and see the world around them! If they would just give a shit !! ’

[fateruled-blog]

biTCH IMA BECOME ROSETTA STONE

i’m not drunk enough for this.

[animusviincit]

@honestaas ( ♥ this )

“Bad dreams in the night,                                                                               they told me I was going to lose the fight.”

( karliene - wuthering heights )

[qxeenariadne]

@honestaas from here

There is a pause, a heartbeat long, where her spoon hovers midway between the plate and her lips. Her brain is taking the time to process the Lieutenant’s words -- the man he speaks of is the man she LOVES .......

Delmos had hinted to her, on more than one occasion, that something was amiss with Jason. He had, of late, been spending  most nights away from the palace, on the outskirts of the city. She has so far chosen to overlook this, her faith in her consort was implicit, instead, she busied herself in the running of her city. Now, however, she is seething. HOW DARE HE. How dare they all conspire to embarrass her in this way! 

Is this what things have come to -- exchanging bawdy gossip about the exploits of her lover with a foreign soldier over dinner? Suddenly the room feels very cold.

“Perhaps it’s best to not pay much attention to the words of others,” her tone holds enough ice to chill the Mediterranean sea, “I would advise you that nothing good ever comes of it.”

As for her, she is going to have a long conversation with Delmos regarding Jason’s recent activities.

[storiiestold]

      “I should warn you, friend -- it isn’t safe to wander these forests alone.”

@honestaas

[colderhands-blog1]

😭 //sorry...

Send me a 😭 for my muse to break down in tears before yours. // @honestaas

Emilia.

“I—I just don’t want—” Emilia struggled to speak, but everything she was feeling—loneliness, emptiness, overwhelming sadness—overcame her. She couldn’t help it. Emilia broke down in sobs.

And, oh, how terrible it was to cry in front of Iago, who hated weakness in all its forms (and crying was a weakness. It had always been). But here was the problem: she had no one else. She wanted comfort, but the only person who was close enough to her in any way was him, and he was the source of her tears.