School had came to a close and as usual it was a sorry excuse for a distraction back at the foster home. But the group seemed to welcome the outcast no problem, which she was grateful for. Her attitude made it nearly impossible to make friends. There were days when she came to school, and was absolutely dreading coming ‘home’. Pitiful excuse for a home is what that place was, so when she found any reason, small or big, she’d leave. Not like they cared, one less mouth to feed that evening. Maddie found herself knocking on Noctis’ door, if he wasn’t home, she’d find herself walking aimlessly around the town, anything to get away from the place she was at.
So since you’re one of my newer followers, you may or may not have known this (or you may have guessed it, based on the types of memes I frequently post) but ya girl here is a cardiophile. Which, in the simplest terms, is a person who has a kink or deep appreciation for heartbeats.
A blog that I don’t follow sent me a message and was clearly using some heavy cardiophiliac themes in what I assume was an attempt to lure me into answering it. I’m not really sure - its not fair of me to assume. I don’t know what the intention was.
But what I do know, without assumption, is that what was written was uncomfortable and a little embarrassing and not exactly the type of thing a cardiophile wants to read. It was just........really not a Good Time for me to read it and I know they probably didn’t intend for me to get offended so I don’t wanna be mean or anything, but that’s what happened.
Kinks and such are sensitive subjects and it was just very uncomfortable to have someone come at me that I don’t know, who I don’t follow, using cardiophilia as a means to get my attention/possibly answer the ask. I’m just not a happy camper about it but I’m probably overreacting lmao.
THAT BEING SAID..... I love to write cardiophilia stuff with people who are curious, interested, or just straight up wanna give it a shot as long as its discussed first OR it comes from one of the cardio memes that I posted!!! It’s my fave thing to write about, obviously, so I don’t want anyone to think they can’t. Just like. Tell me first please;;; Unless we’ve known each other a while and you just wanna throw random goodies at me --- thats way different than a complete stranger.
A shake-y breath left her speechless. Do you trust me? The blonde straightened her posture as she saw visions of who she was before this hallowed version of her took residence. ( The PAIN, the anger, the tears. ) There wasn’t a ghost of happiness or bliss in her life, not after her parents tragic death and her brother’s disappearance. She thought of how she TRUSTED the person to not leave her in ruins worse than how she was prior, and how wrong, oh so wrong, she was. Her chocolate iris’ blinked a couple times as she stared out into an endless black abyss, but remained as hard as a statue. How COULD she learn to trust anyone after that? Regardless of how they ‘came off’.
Noctis was a Prince, and she had no business getting romantically involved with someone of his statue. She was sure the King would get a good laugh out of her, even at her expense. “No.” She said trying keep her composure. “I can’t trust you.” Even if I want to. She wasn’t going to risk YEARS of progress to have it crumble like the walls of Jericho.
“Look I just said I don’t want to talk about it...” The blonde stated in a much defeated tone, “...and that means I don’t want to talk about -- let it go.”
