#roseire

[bloodedhearts]

i already wrote stuff back @ you in your ask but i'll say this here... ur the main reason why i've become a simp for astarion

2024 is almost over | Accepting | @roseire

HAHA I love you my friend and I'm really GLAD you've become a simp for Astarion because of me 😂❤

[styxisms]

3. Do you feel jealous of doubles? and if no, please share ways for others to learn.

More Munday questions / @roseire

// I used to. I don't really anymore though. The biggest thing I can say that helped me is honestly having other muses and interacting with duplicates. When I used to rp Nathan Prescott on my old blog, I had INTENSE dupe anxiety. And eventually I wanted to try writing Rachel and Victoria. When I wrote them I had the pleasure of writing with the Nathans I was so insecure about. They were LOVELY. It was fun to see how they did him differently than me. I started trying to promo other Nathans and support them when I could on my blog since I was quite popular. I learned that we all just really liked the character.

The biggest thing I can say is that you have to kinda stop viewing dupes as rivals. The easiest way to me was just... writing with them on other muses. That way I saw them as partners instead. I love duplicates now because I LOVE so many of my muses. It's fun to see how other people see them / write them.

[lightxrampart]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . ( accepting. )

@roseire said; you'll never get what you want .

A mere twenty summers and the Prince’s latest ambitions had been realised only a few moments ago and a pride pressed against his ribs; he was to lead his own cohort of knights, so that he might better serve his Father and the people of Sanbreque. There was much to be done and many more distractions pouring through Dion’s mind.

Full lashes lift and his gilded gaze settles upon the Empress. Had he heard her right? Or a trick of the space, perhaps. Sound echoed strangely off the walls of Whitewyrm and Dion confesses, in the privacy of his own mind, that she did not have his full attention, fixed instead upon his Father’s retreating figure as it was. Perhaps she had not even been addressing him. Still, Dion turns to Anabella with a palm upon his breast and a tilt upon his hips.

“I beg your pardon, your Majesty?”

Still, a cloying chill creeps over his heart, that perhaps he had heard true. It does not escape Dion, when Anabella watches him with a gaze Shiva herself could conjure.

[bloodedhearts]

"I'm just a humble traveler. Don't look at me this way, darling. You're hurting my feelings." Astarion is looking at Anabella with a playful smile. No, he doesn't care at all if she despises him. Anyway, she doesn't seem to like many people. He wonders how she'd react if she knew he was a vampire. Would it be worst or better ?

@roseire ❤'d !

[phoenix-flamed]

HAPPY BDAY!!!!

TYTYTY!!! ❤️

[phoenix-flamed]

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Inner Thoughts Meme | @roseire

She is... unfathomably beautiful. From the moment we first met, I was in awe. But there is a coldness underneath that mask of elegance -- one especially apparent within her smile.

Long have I accepted that nothing I say or do will break through that barrier of ice, though I oft do find myself wondering why it is that she is so unhappy?

At the same time, I never dare to ask her, because I fear the answer. Perhaps it is better for both of us that I never truly know her.

[phoenix-flamed]

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The early morning wasn't tense, per se; like most mornings between them, it was quiet, with both of them getting ready for the day in their respective manners. Elwin released a barely audible sigh. As he fastened the last buttons of his surcoat and smoothed out the chest with his hands, his head raised in thought.

"What do you call a well-balanced chocobo?" Although the Archduke broke the lingering silence between them, his voice was kept at its usual calm and even tone. Then, without waver or hesitation, he gave the answer:

"Stable."

Finally he broke into a grin. That was his cue to hurry out of their chambers. "I'm going, I'm going," he assured through a bit of laughter, and when one of Anabella's shoes smacked his shoulder midway through his departure, his grin only broadened. (Though he was smart enough to hurry and close the door behind him, lest the shoe's twin come sailing across the room too.)

[phoenix-flamed]

@roseire asked: ❝ So sleep in your only memory of me, my dearest. ❞ | Silent Hill Lyric Starters

The dilapidated audience room was silent, empty aside from the two of them. Any grief the man would have otherwise felt at the sight of what had become of his former home was replaced with anger -- burning so intensely within his breast. It acted as kindling for the flames of hatred which threatened to consume him.

Miles -- no, Elwin would not tear his gaze away from the woman. The Holy Empire's former Empress. The scourge of Rosaria, far more devastating even than the Blight itself had been.

Beneath the collar he wore to cover it, that old scar encircling his neck began to burn too; rather than flinching or reaching up to it, his face contorted into a scowl. Lips pulled back, revealing gritted teeth. Though his head tipped slightly downward, those darkened eyes never strayed from Anabella, daring her to move or to speak.

Daring her to give him a reason to draw the dagger sheathed at his thigh, the hilt upon which one hand rested in preparation.

"You have no right to be here," the disgraced royal warned. "Not after everything you have done, Your Grace. Monster. Murderer. Snake in the grass."

Elwin stepped forward slowly. Each footfall that brought him closer to the former Duchess dredged up more and more unwanted feelings, fleeting reminders of times long dead from another life. Her words echoed within his very soul as effortlessly as they echoed throughout the walls of the throne room: So sleep in your only memory of me, my dearest.

"My memory of you has been overtaken with fire and grief. Sleep brings me no peace, no solace -- I dream only of that night, and of the faces of the dead. Ever since my liberation, do you have any idea how many of your messes I have aided in cleaning up? How many of our people -- friends, all, who looked to us for guidance and protection -- I have helped in burying after your men slaughtered them in cold blood? How many horrific stories were relayed back to us by our fellow Cursebreakers out in the field?"

The more he spoke, the more his anger mounted, and the more his voice raised until he was damn near yelling. "Auldhyl. Eastpool. Countless other villages, and still more terrified to incur your wrath lest they be next. Lives snuffed out as if they meant nothing, just like at Phoenix Gate," he snarled, and his tone was laced with venom borne of emotions that he never would have thought himself capable of. "Even our own children, their lives destroyed by your machinations. Isn't that right, Anabella? Or did you forget about them, too, when you started your new life in Sanbreque?"