#ivalinne

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“What is a ‘succubus’?”

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A Blooming Rose ~ Ivalinne

Would you join me for a story? A tale from the past… Of a girl with a fate for which she had never asked…

This is the story of Ivalinne Rozka’cer, the young duchess of Aciernha. A vivacious young lady who prefers playing in the gardens to studying indoors. A noble born girl who just wants to be free from the cage of aristocracy.

Part 1 — Symphony of Rain

Part 2 — That Which Divides Us

Part 3 — The Banquet

Part 4 — A Promise

Part 5 — The Storm

Part 6 — The Seal of Fate

Part 7 — A Taste of Freedom

Part 8 — The Feelings That Connect Our Hearts

Part 9 — The Wedding

Final Part — A Wilted Rose

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“Is there something wrong with loving two people equally?”

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Continued from here. // @breakingreality​

Feeling the immortal squeeze her hand, crimson hues would glance down to their joined hands, an oblivious smile upon her face—one that wouldn’t last much longer, as she raised her gaze back to the immortal’s face.

Eyes widened at the smile faded from her visage, her mouth slightly agape in bewilderment as she laid her eyes upon that furious gaze, one that struck her high spirits down in an instant as a sharp pain rang out in her chest.

Sharp words stabbed into her heart like a knife, each stern utterance twisting it further and deeper into the girl. Crimson hues were wide with disbelief at this reaction. Heartfelt words of faith in the other, that she trusted her in full, and that she believed in the other, knew in her heart that she had no reason to be afraid of the girl before her, because she would never—

No. That tone, this gaze, those sharp words...

They hurt.

“E-Eli...” she mouthed the girl’s name, her grip on the immortal’s hand loosening as she made an expression Eli had never before seen on the girl  One of betrayal. “B-but I was....I was just trying to....” A small step was taken back, away from the immortal. “Th-that is not what I...“ All of her began to tremble. Her eyes shook, her lips quivered, every ounce of her being trembled as tears began to well up in her eyes. Another step was taken back—only to find herself tethered to the other thanks to cold hand still holding onto her.

And the final utterance, the word that broke her: dead. Something she would soon be, regardless. An inevitability, a cruel fated that was already decided.

In Eli’s time, she had already ceased existing.

Eyes wide with anger of her own, she swiftly pulled her hand from the other’s grasp, with more strength than one would expect from a sheltered noble girl. The burning in her ears and the pounding of her heart drown out the rest of Eli’s words, those final sentiments falling upon deaf ears.

“I try to tell you I do not fear you, that to me you are not the monster you believe yourself to be, and you reject me?!“ Tears streamed down the girl’s face as she screamed back at the other. “I express my trust in you, and you reprimand me?!” Her entire body trembled furiously, unable to contain the torrent of emotion she felt inside. “And worst of all...you say that.” A glare fell upon the immortal with those words, as she inhaled, preparing to shout at the top of her lungs.

“As if I am not already dead!!!”

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“Why would one be afraid of the dark?”

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Ivalinne Rozka’cer, the young duchess of Aciernha.

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“...” The young girl would stare at the strangers crossing the dash, eyes lingering on the animal ears sticking up on their heads and the tails sprouting from their backsides. After several moments of silent staring, with a tilt of her head, she would speak up to address them.

“...Why are you hiding cats in your hair and skirt?”