Dec 23, 2014
iironox:
Don’t look so surprised.
So it was recent.
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iironox:
Don’t look so surprised.
So it was recent.
iironox replied to your post:you guys please
{ will always indulge everything you do 10/10 }
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iironox
suffice to say, all professionalism is lost as elisabeth sits with her feet propped up on a separate folding chair, laptop set across her thighs and attention most definitely not on whoever had just walked into the quaint little pizza joint.
and of course, elis gains no points as she looks up, brows raised. words pour from her lips, spiked with her staple brooklyn accent (one which she can't be fucked enough to hide at this time of night).
"don't you think it's a little late for pizza?"
iironox replied to your post:[ you never know when you need a picture of...
[ lmfao couldn’t even tell that was varric tbh ]
[ the tallest man in the world hugging the shortest ]
ship meme; Essie and her boyfriend
I'm gonna go ahead and stick this in her red verse (v; I will bury you) and do this for essie and roman uwu
who’s the cuddler:
I think Roman. He's very hands-on with her, and while she doesn't mind being held, she's never really one to initiate it.
who makes the bed:
Well, it's rare that the bed gets made at all, but when it does, Essie will do it.
who wakes up first:
Depends. If it's before 9am, then it's definitely Roman.
who has the weird taste in music:
Roman.
who is more protective:
They're pretty equally protective of one another. Roman is more outwardly protective, though.
who sings in the shower:
Both.
who cries during movies:
Nnnnneither? Essie doesn't really cry for much, and I can't see Roman crying about a movie.
who spends the most while out shopping:
Roman. He has a tendency to spoil Essie when he shops for her, while Essie tries to be smart(er) about her spending.
who kisses more roughly:
Roman.
who is more dominant:
Roman (and no one is surprised).
my rating of the ship from 1-10:
24
Goodbye.
send me “goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.
digits that are slick with crimson shakily delve into her jacket pocket for her phone that’s cracked & b e a t e n nearly as badly as she is. though there will be a pang of j o y to see the device still responsive it won’t show upon pained features as fumbling fingers finally find the number she wants
v o i c e m a i l …. { this is the last time she’ll ever get to hear his voice } … It’s better this way … { r i g h t ? }
” p-poncho !! ” she tries. she tries her damndest to keep it together; to sound n o n c h a l a n t — but tears are already washing down dirtied cheeks in streams & voice will waver & warble in pitch. ” hey i um. i don’t think i’ll be s-seein’ you around anymore. i’m l-leavin’ town. ” she bites back a groan in pain as she L I E S through reddened lips. ” I just ….I need to leave. & I’m s-sorry I can’t tell you why. you just gotta t-t r u s t me okay? ” it’s because she KNOWS him. she’s seen the rage that nestles quietly in his ribs r i p itself free. & she can’t have that. she can’t have him going down some bloodied path of revenge because of her. — because she was s t u p i d enough to get in over her head; & not pull herself out this time. ” but i …. i need you to k-know something. j-just in case i never see you again. ” breathing is becoming an excruciating chore & vision is blurring at an alarming rate; for reasons than t e a r s. ” i don’t know if you felt it back & youd-don’t have to …. i-i just want you to k n o w. despite what a fuckin’s h i t i always am t’you that ” it’s now … unbeknownst to battered brunette the short timed limit of the mans voice mail shifted to an e n d. & it wouldn’t catch her full sentence ” i love you roman. & i’m so sorry.g-god i am so sorry t’say this to you now. it’s terrible & it’s selfish & i… i’m so sorry. i-i have t-to — “she’ll feel her tiny body seize o n e l a s t t i m e as the phone, screen blackened & o f f, begins to slip from her finger tips
” go …
i have to …
go “
Goodbye.
voicemail left - 3:16 a.m.
Morning, lover. I-I know that by the time you get this, you'll likely still be on your way out the door to meet me.
[and she'll be dead. her breathing is labored--when your lungs fill with your own blood like an hourglass and a your heart is trying its best to tell you it's time to go now--and she spasms. her eyes squeeze shut as her nerves fight, hanging on to what little life, what few moments she has left. when she next speaks, her voice is strained, her tongue almost refusing to allow the words to fall from her stained lips.]
God, Roman, it's so hard to talk. But you need to know...you need to know how much I loved you. You and I...you and I were a force to be reckoned with, weren't we?
[she laughs, but it becomes a cough that wracks her entire body. when her lungs settle, she blinks back a few tears.]
You're amazing, Roman. You are--were--incredible to me. I--
[she spasms again, and a cry escapes her mouth. she whimpers as her muscles contract in protest against her nerves, as her blood tries its best to stay warm. her fingers curl into a fist as she bites back the pain. no use now, she thinks. she's so weak, now, and sleep is beginning to sound so nice. her eyes close, and she tries to imagine that she's back home, away from this mess.]
I just wish I would have seen you again. Seen your s-stupid smirk or heard you say my name. I'm sorry for a lot of things, but I'm not sorry for loving you.
Be good to yourself.
end voicemail.