#maimedaffair

[mademartyr]

⌈ ﹎ ︲ continued from x, ⠀ ⠀⠀🥀 ⠀ ྀྀ ⠀ ⠀⠀@maimedaffair.

suddenly, she very much regrets making this journey that both her sister and kristoff strongly tried to discourage her from going on. coming to the southern isles was a mistake, she's sure of it now ; in the near three years since elsa's coronation, hans can still read her just as well. she hates it. she hates him.

a scoff. ❛ you're not powerful enough to take out a whole kingdom if you suddenly go up in flames. ❜ she speaks as if it's a fact, though there's a slight waver in her voice, a near imperceptible recoiling of her muscles, a small flicker of something in her eyes -—-— fear, maybe, because she's clearly played right into his hands. again. or maybe it's shame that she's still so predictable. she suddenly doesn't seem so sure of herself, and given the hesitant glance down to his hand -- of which was in flames mere seconds ago, she doesn't seem so trusting of his magic either.

elsa's magic has never hurt her. if his magic burns even him with the slightest fluctuation in emotion, what could it do to an entire kingdom under a moment of distress or danger? if her sister managed to freeze an entire kingdom, he could, theoretically, set an entire kingdom ablaze. [ HE'S RIGHT. SHE HATES HIM. ]

❛ so, what? you just want passage through the dark sea? that's it? ❜ but that simply wouldn't do. how could they be sure he wasn't plotting anything? elsa would insist his travel be monitored by arendellian guards, she's sure of it. if she ever agreed to this stupid idea in the first place. but what if he's right? what if some unknown force is trying to call elsa north, too? she would tell her though, wouldn't she? she suddenly isn't too sure of that either. she supposes she has been acting a bit off lately, but she's always quiet! is it really out of character for her to be just a little more quiet than usual? maybe she's just extra busy! or maybe hans is right . . he's got a real talent for getting in her head.

against all odds, she finds herself almost . . . pitying him. that brief glimpse of humanity he'd just displayed suddenly has her stomach turning at the mere thought of going home and pretending this never happened. he is certainly right about one thing : if the southern isles ends up a pile of ash and rubble and bones, and she had the ability to have done something about it, she could never forgive herself.

❛ assuming i entertain this idea, ❜ she can practically already hear elsa berating her for being stupid enough to bring their attempted murderer back to their kingdom --- not that she could really blame her for it, ❛ it would be under strict supervision. obviously. like, you'd probably be shackled and stuff. a bunch of guards watching you all the time, and if anyone even got the idea that you were planning anything, i'd . . i'd ship you right back. and if you burned down your whole kingdom, i wouldn't feel sorry. ❜ it's a lie and they both know it. jutting her chin out defiantly, attempting to seem more like a diplomatic princess than the frazzled girl she feels she is right now.

another beat, seeming to hesitate for a moment as her digits fidget with the intricate patterns of the embroidery on her sleeve, before she finally speaks again. ❛ i'm not the queen, ❜ is finally murmured. ❛ i can't guarantee you anything. i can let you plead your case to my sister, but that's it. if she says no, then you're going home. so you better hope you're right about her feeling the same way. ❜

[estarion]

how to get blocked by @maimedaffair, step one:

step two:

[f1ameheir]

┈ ﹐ inbox clean up ﹐ “  i just want you to know that if you ever need me, i'll always be here for you. all you ever have to do is ask   ” ﹒ @maimedaffair / chaol

it was not solely the words spoken to her that induced tears to well in in her eyes , but the man who spoke them. standing before her , a light she had never seen before gleaming in his eyes — had her hand not been in his , undoubtedly aelin would have crumbled in emotion. how far their story spanned in such a small fraction of each of their lives. once just a kingsguard escorting an impoverished , rattled assassin from the depths of the salt mines towards rifthold. neither knowing what was to come , what strings fate was pulling behind the scenes. aelin had cursed the gods more often than not in her short life , but looking upon chaol now , there was a thankfulness that she sent towards the ether. could the banished forces hear it remained unknown , but her thoughts rang true. because of them , of all of it , chaol was apart of her life. a piece she never knew she was missing until it was put in place.

that's what made the goodbye so hard. promises of meeting up , of never losing touch were ones she knew both parties held tightly. but the looming fact was for the first time since they met , their lives were to be pulled in such vastly different directions. she to reign over terrasen. he to head back beside dorian to rebuild rifthold , and become a dad.

“   same goes for you.   ” there is no hiding the onslaught of emotion that clings to her voice. the thick lump in her throat making each word swell with sobs pleading to escape. and for the first time , not from sadness . . . but joy. “   and you better write the moment the babe is here. and if you and yrene need anything. i can be in rifthold in less than a day's time.   ”

aelin did not miss a beat , not when she could no longer hold back the emotion pulling her under. arms swung themselves around his neck , pulling him close to her. his scent , the feeling of him — so much loss and somehow he was still here. they were still here. “   thank you chaol , for everything. every bit of it.   ”

[provisoris]

@maimedaffair liked for a thing from the 2015 playlist (for haymitch!) "hollow" by breaking benjamin stay alive heaven holds a place for us tonight i am paralyzed

stay alive.

gale clung to the advice that haymitch had given him. a mantra.

stay alive. stay alive. stay alive.

the only thing was...

the games were over.

still, the two words were on repeat in his mind, even now, days after the games had been won. after his wounds had been tended to and his stomach fed.

he was focusing on pushing all of that down, trying to prepare for later tonight when he would be seated across from cesar flickerman like a celebrity. like a hero.

like a victor.

he only felt relief, truth be told. relief that it was over, relief that he would not leave his family alone to fend for themselves after stepping into the role that should have belonged to his late father.

he was going home.

so why did he feel so terrible?

the knock at the door pulled him from the depths of his thoughts and he uttered, "come in."

moments later, haymitch stood, glass in hand.

gale looked at him, nodded ever so slightly, and looked back down at the floor. he had no idea what to say. he just wanted it to be over, but in all honesty, this was only the beginning. he hoped that haymitch would have some words of wisdom, perhaps advice, an anecdote even... or maybe that glass was for gale. either way, he had nothing particular to say because what can you just say after becoming a victor in the 74th annual hunger games?

[c0eur]

@maimedaffair asked: i would rather prepare for the worst before the worst happens. ( monica to chandler ! )

" so, let me get this straight ── " sitting at the little table in the middle of her kitchen, he leans forward in the slightest and narrows his gaze. " you were worried that ── i don't know ── the oven was going to malfunction, or . . . joey was going to get to the cookies before you could yank them out of his greedy little hands, so you ── made another batch of the exact same cookies? just in case? " one of those extra - cookies is held between his thumb & forefinger, and as a man who talks with his hands, that cookie has been waved between them just to make a point. he did get to reap the benefits in this case. he wasn't complaining. but man was she fascinating. " you should be studied. "

[everdawn]

@maimedaffair [ CHARMING ] said:  ❛❛ i hardly know anything about you except that you're stubborn and good with a bow ❜❜ to SNOW

❛❛ TWO very important things to know if you ask me, ❜❜ the femme declared, raising an eyebrow in amusement. they'd gone from an attempted robbery, to a united front against a band of trolls, to . . . whatever they could be considered now. his company wasn't something she'd anticipated enjoying after their initial run-in but now, the former princess was hesitant to walk away. ❛❛ and for the record, i think we have that stubborn thing in common. ❜❜ HER lips curled into a smirk and her gaze stayed locked on the man before her. certain thoughts began to flow through her mind, and snow was grateful for the back and forth banter that kept them at bay. she'd almost asked if he made a point of getting to know everyone who attempted thievery with him, but she was much more interested in what he wanted to know about her specifically. ❛❛ what else could you possibly want to know, charming ? ❜❜

[murkyhazed]

LIKED : another small para starter / @maimedaffair

featuring: regina george and gretchen wieners

               ❝   just   shut   up   and   show   me   the   damn   top.   ❞      words   are   spat   as   she   leans   against   the   changing   room   stall,   waiting   for   gretchen   to   display   what   she’d   picked   out.      karen,   like   the   idiot   she   is,   was   at   home   sick   because   she   ate   that   stupid   taco   bell   from   two   days   ago.      regina   had   warned   her,   but   did   anyone   listen   to   her?      no.      so   it   was   just   herself   and   gretchen   who   got   to   experience   the   joys   of   the   mall   on   a   saturday   afternoon.      ❝   if   it’s   ugly,   i’ll   tell   you   to   your   face.      so   quit   spiraling   in   there   and   just   come   out.   ❞

[klaeus-a]

ㅤㅤunloveable carcass lurks and paces outside the tent of @maimedaffair, unable to decide if he wishes to get her attention or not. his blood has been particularly unsettled since the moon had rose, teeth clenching until his jaw aches in an attempt to ignore the whispers slithering through his mangled brain. the cleric is currently his preferred company at camp, finding her prickly, secretive aura to be the most tolerable of all the options. ( the most like his own nature, in truth. ) still, he eventually decides against attempting any conversation, instead simply reclining on the ground in her peaceful and secluded corner of camp. his dagger already has a wicked edge, but he takes out a whetstone anyway, the repetitive motions soothing.