#rosalithe

[pyrobled]

‘       princess  ,         what      are   you  doing ?             you        shouldn’t        be   out   here   all   alone .             it’s         dangerous        to   be           alone .         ’

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[arch-kaizerflames]

@rosalithe / 🔥

         ❛   You  can  do  better  than  this.   ❜    Bandaged  hands  rise  to  cover  his  face ,  GREYED  OUT  EYES  visible  between  the  spaces  of  his  fingers  ,  a  gentle  but  forlorn  smile  making  a  momentary  appearance  on  his  lips  before  it  falls  away.  He  speaks  of  his  condition  ,  one  that  would  make  him  DEPENDENT  ON  OTHERS  ( most  likely  for  the  rest  of  his  life ).  She  deserves  better.  He’s  not  alright  but  he’s  been  acting  like  he  is  ,  PUTTING  ON  AN  ACT  being  his  specialty.    ❛   Out  of  all  the  people  I  know,  you’re  the  last  person  I  want  to  be  seen  like  this.   ❜

[dadchem]

“I assure you it’s quite true. I’ve been kidnapped so many times I have a pack ready with snacks!”

@rosalithe added chemical x

[jokermotif-a]

@rosalithe ♥ for a starter

“ i don’t truly like giving my name out. ” but he did bow like a gentleman. being a thief doesn’t mean he’s a fool. manners get him more far than any stupid trick can do. “ but if you must shout to me something, then you could call me joker. ”

[faesule]

             whoa ; ------------------------- pretty. alphonse could not help but STARE ; he could only be thankful for his metal body now, concealing the BLUSH that threatened to creep up against his cheeks. he was always so focused on his and his brother’s mission to return to their own BODIES that sometimes he did not stop to appreciate the BEAUTY around him. he certainly noticed it now. he could almost feel his brother’s slap to his shoulder bringing him back to the present. brother. there was an ACHE in his chest where his brother usually resided. edward was currently missing, and he worried for him desperately.  ❛  um ----- are you okay? ❜ he finally spoke, trudging forth slowly so as to not STARTLE the woman. // @rosalithe | ALPHONSE.

[tgrbild]

Oh hey did you know you're amazing and i love you to the moon and back??? Cause i do ❤️❤️

ooc.   did you know you’re amazing and that i love you too just as much?!

[machinejunkie]

@rosalithe /  liked

     “ So, what’s your country like? Is it really          different from Amestris? Do you like it here? ”

[tenebriism-moved]

face is quick to turn a bright shade of pink. she's blushing. it was childish but simply unexpected. why was he looking at her like that ?? she turns away, both hands pressing against hot cheeks. she's suddenly nervous. very nervous. ' d-do you know what happens when t-two people meet under a mistletoe !? ' heart races wildly inside of her chest. be still my heart ! ( SHE'S LIKE WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO OMGAWD WHAT DO I DO )

                       their situation had been unplanned— merely a coincidental occurrence, but fate had a funny way of toying with the pieces of its little game. he had grinned, initially, upon stumbling across her - radiant as ever, every strand of her sunshine laced hair combed to perfection, lips painted with a vibrant shade of lipstick that seemed to complement rosy cheeks.                — and, of course, there was her attire, formal yet so characteristic of her style. indeed, peach was as lovely as ever, an almost ‘ too good to be true ‘ sight to behold, yet there she stood, afront him… and they, below a mistletoe.

                                “ ah… “ his gaze shifts from her visage, falling upon any and everything else BUT her, in some vain attempt to mask his embarrassment. flustered and anxious, pale cheeks darken to nearly match the rose petal tint of his eyes, a hand raising to settle atop his lips to hide the burst of color. dare she stand any closer, she may HEAR the way his heart thrums beneath the fabric of his ebony embraced tunic, pounding incessantly within tapered ears and relentlessly DOUBLING his nervousness.                  tempting… so very tempting. her perfume was fogging his mind again, making him feel woozy and heated, but oh, were these invisible boundaries stabbing him deeply. he couldn’t keep his eyes from glancing her way, every so often, primarily at her lips— if she smelled this sweet, no doubt she tasted just as tantalizing, too.                  “ i am… aware of this tradition, yes… “ voice low, just barely grazing the level of a whisper - woe is he! the object of his closeted affections was right afront him, having not moved, despite calling attention to their devilish, matchmaking friend; what did SHE want, he wondered, fearing he may upset her, should he act upon his own desires. the mistletoe was there for a reason, however, and he could very well blame his actions on the troublemaking plant, as opposed to admitting to his feelings.                                  goddesses, forgive him.

                                 a hand settles upon her chin, gently urging her to face him— carefully, in the event she hesitates, after which he will release her and respect her wishes, painful as the sting to his heart would be. everything about her, though, he takes in, their faces mere inches apart as his eyes drink in her appearance, from her cute, button nose, to her sapphire doe eyes, reminiscent of one of hyrule’s most beloved lakes. he can feel the way his heart seemingly ceases to beat, in that very moment, and though his knees begin to grow weak beneath the pressure of this sudden intimacy, he has come too far now to back out.                     “ i hope you do not mind… you need only push me away, if so, your highness, “ he whispers huskily, crimson fluttering shut as his lips slowly settle upon her own, finger positioned below her chin to tilt her head upwards, matching the down-tilt of his. dare he nip at her bottom lip, teeth dangerously sharp, yet careful in their movements so as to not puncture the skin——– NEVER, would he even THINK to hurt such a precious flower, not in body or in soul, especially one that, indeed, TASTES as sweet at it looks and smells. his opposite hand slips to her waist, supporting her there, and eventually shifts to tug her up against him, the faintest of groans slipping from betwixt his occupied lips as he allowed this sudden offering of confidence to achieve dominance, guiding him to DEEPEN the gesture ( though hopefully, not foolishly so ).                        the burst of emotion that overcomes him is near overwhelming, but the feeling is, admittedly, pleasurable - just how long has he been wanting to do this, too held back by his fears and trepidation in regards to her mutually shared feelings for him… or, crushingly possible, lack thereof?