#ixctvra

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GRAPHIC AESTHETIC || ixctvra

↳ “These hands of mine have been DIRTY for a LONG TIME.”

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                muse aesthetic || Lelouch Lamperouge || for ixctvra

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ixctvra  liked for a starter

“I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there.”

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aeternuslunae said: [ w h Y /scrEECHES ]

[ To reminisce the memories, of course! B) ]

ixctvra said: yyou fcuKIN G SI Nn E R

[ I haven’t even begun B))) ]

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⊰♡*SHOW OF❛ WILL.

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SHE STANDS BEFORE him her lips taut, her face coloured by DETERMINATION  ━ he who can’t even stand in front of his very own people without a MASK is merely hiding behind LIES; dishonesty must be his game, his farce, for who would believe a man who couldn’t reveal his identity unless he was a master of a SILVER-TONGUE, manipulating those who had nothing to hold onto? He was taking advantage of the Japanese’s sorrow, their pain, their suffering, their hate and using it to his own advantage.

His ‘JUSTICE’ would sacrifice others for the end goal. Euphemia didn’t and wouldn’t let any more DEATHS fall onto her hands; she didn’t want to watch the ruin of others ever again. 

❝my will is to save everyone without violence ━to change the corruption from within. ❜ Her gaze gravitates to the grip along his gun, but she is UNFALTERING, she is blind in her belief that her words would get to him ━ that she would be able to convince the man in the mask to discard his DESTRUCTIVE WILL. 

❝i don’t want anyone else to hurt, i don’t want anyone else to feel pain. i don’t want people to have to make more sacrifices when there’s a chance we can come to an understanding.❜

She smiles then, EXTENDING HER TRUST to a man she barely knows as she outstretches her hand from the position of her HEART. A person so determined to wreck the very FABRIC, THE INTRICATE LINING of Britannia itself, a person who treated everyone as a CHESS PIECE in an intricate game of LIVES ━ she saw a broken man hellbent on revenge. Her heart felt a twinge of pain to see this as her mind slowly formulated who the man in the mask COULD BE.

❝please, let’s not hurt any other people. let’s free the japanese without deaths from both sides. we can make them understand, just help me ━ lets find a way together.❜

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▸ ‘ & ixctvra ;

              Books were an escape from the reality that implanted itself into Masamune’s life as the Britannian forces swarmed in--taking over the land that was once called ‘free.’ With the lost honor of the Japanese, now under the alias of ‘Elevens,’ Masamune was taken in to a foster home after being separated from his family. Despite the events that took place, the boy was still the same as ever--keeping to himself and hiding away from the world in the deepest parts of the library. Masamune was the last person anyone would ever want to talk to, yet he found himself face to face with the student council vice president. Curiosity began to kick in as the boy lowered his book onto the table--quirking his eyebrow as he spoke,

                         “Lelouch Lamperouge. To what                           pleasure do I owe to earn a visit from                                          the vice president?”

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     ixctvra

❛ what pretty eyes you have ! ❜

    A WOLF in disguise, pretending to be little red riding hood;      fangs and claws hidden under a distorted grin and childish      playfulness. longing to sink her deft fingers into his sockets to      gouge them out, o'greedy child.