#pretiiosus

[naru-uzumaki]

[invidiaesin]

TOO LAZY TO MOVE ONTO ELICIA'S BLOG BUT DO MEEEE BBY

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: Elicia Huges must be protected at all costs. How they play them: wELL ENOUGH TO BREAK MY HEART EVERY TIME JFCThe Mun: How did u think making an Elicia blog would not result in angst? You sealed ur own fate Sam. Also ilu man.

Do I:

RP with them: YEAWant to RP with them: YEAAAA

What is my;

Overall Opinion: You’re super great and I like all your muses. Go follow pretiiosus for pain.

[aurumxsoles-blog]

pretiiosus

     Despite himself having had a pretty hard day, it was occasional yet rare to note the sullen expression on the bisque , not wishful of gracing the World with his miserable moments; sometimes he sulked on past memories for too long and avoided being questioned about it, such guilt and regret he had for being so powerless before crucial moments. However, if there were some few things left that could still bring the shiny smile he had, it was children themselves. So naiive, so pure, the world’s futilities not touching them yet.         Turqouises closed in a joyful motion,spotting the lonely child,         his figure automatically crouching level headed with the toddler’s,        ever so open with these little precious beings.            “ What is a cute little girl like you doing here all alone? " 

[avarixing]

Greed needs to stop corrupting Elicia 2k15

Roy Mustang and all Elicia’s dad’s probably

[devotxd-archive]

YOU BET YOUR SHIT ILL SEND IN 'RIP'

There has always been a word for a man who had lost his wife, but never for one who has lost a child. There is an unmistakeable grief, one that overwhelms almost drowning him. It’s a weight that he bares, a marr upon flesh. 

For she, a child taken far too soon-- was his chance of living cleanly, she was the physical embodiment of what love and hope actually can be. So tears run cold down his face, features kept mostly stern as others try to offer some wisdoms on the matter, but no one in his close circle has lost a child, none of them have seen the whites of their eyes-- the horror and life leave their daughter’s body. 

So while he tries to remain calm, kindly, thanking everyone for what they have done as he shows them the door-- in a house that is now much too big for one man, a rage boils under his skin. So white hot it dares to fracture the glass facade he has blown solely for the event. 

He always knew, deep down-- where the monster sleeps in the pit of his stomach he had the potential to be a wrathful man, and it consumes him. It eats him. Drinking doesn’t aid, he becomes hell bent-- revenge becomes his nature. 

Because, his daughter who was only shy of four-- was plucked from his arms and buried too soon. Tears don’t fall for her, rage boils over. 

A side she has never seen.