#siriusbled

[valkeirie]

' why must you go this far for me? '

@siriusbled !

How long had it been since Seiros last dreamt of her? It was usually a result of loneliness tearing through her — longing to hear the softness of her mother’s voice, to be awash in her tender gaze and feel the gentle touch of her hand. But now Seiros is closer than she had ever been before to seeing her centuries of work come to fruition. Byleth is the key to everything. Her mother need only wait a little while longer.

          So why is she questioning her now?

“ I must, for it is what must be done. Don’t you see, mother? ” The word ‘mother’ breaks upon her tongue, foreign from disuse, but full of affection still. Seiros cannot help but feel like a child again in Sothis’ presence, dream or not, and her heart aches to be in the circle her mother’s soothing embrace, to rid her of the all-consuming darkness. That day in the canyon still plagues her nightmares — the screaming, the blood, the splintered bone — and it serves as a reminder of why she continues with this ever-tiring farce. It is all for a singular purpose.

Look at what I’ve done, mother. Aren’t you proud of me?

                                                                                         Aren’t you proud?

“ I seek justice for all those who lost their lives that day for power and greed. I will return things to the way that they once were ⸻ how they are meant to be. ” It is a half-truth spoken with unwavering conviction, the wicked selfishness of her desires hidden just beneath the surface of her resolve. “ Once I return you to this world, everything will be as it is supposed to be. And we can be happy again. Together. ”

[hxntr-a]

siriusbled asked: ' oh, one of those small green things ... a frog! yes. catch me one of those. '

        ‘‘ Oh,   but   I   don’t   want   to separate the two of them. They’re on a date. ’’ He laid in the grass, the ghastly image of the girl watched him, while Gon observed the amphibians. He listened to their happy croaks, and well he can’t be rude to them. He’ll search for a loner frog later, as a make up for not snagging the up one of the two that were currently present. ‘‘ If you listen closely you can hear their conversation. It’s going well for the male one. ’’ 

[arekardi]

' i -- i would not have wished this life upon anyone. '

  for years , god has been silent. naught but a whisper ‘pon other’s tongues, and an excuse. you are a godkiller. you are a holy saviour. you are a member of a bloodline blessed by the goddess. all of these things are true, and yet ! the heavens have not opened up. 

 when you were younger, you dreamed of light from the ceiling, a voice speaking to you in tongues of redemption and salvation and all the things that this place was not. but no light ever came. and no goddess ever saved you. you saved yourself. 

 eleven children had walked into that dungeon, sollemn and silent and tearstained, the dark figure of a treacherous uncle trailing ahead. one child walked out, bloody and beaten and alone. she prayed every night, to a goddess who could not - or would not - answer. what had she done ? to deserve such silence from the one that was said to save ? 

 perhaps you had been born evil. that’s what the church said, about those the goddess ignored. perhaps you had been born rotton. but you could not accept that. your siblings hadn’t survived, and there had been such extreme kindness, and grace, and purity in them, even in the worst conditions. the only evil ones in that room were the adults.

 so - 

          who was the cruel one ? you… or the goddess?

 to compete in a world where god herself was cruel, you knew what you had to do. you became god. or godlike. you hardened your heart, became the axe with which you slaughtered. you became like her. holy. ugly. cruel. 

                and now she speaks to you ? and now she says this?

  “your concern is appreciated. but i chose this life myself.”  i chose to be like you. is unspoken. you have gone too far to turn back. the fury boiling within you could burn heaven or freeze over hell. you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ofcethleann]

@siriusbled

YES , GOOD .

[fomorias]

* stands on your desk * uwu

there  are  better  places  to  uwu  than  on  my  desk,   you  know.

[fomorias]

uwu owo

i  see.  very  interesting.   do  go  on.

[withereth]

"Hello Lizzie, how are you feeling this morning?" The earl asked, sitting at her bedside.

              she’s still in her nightdress, but she shouldn’t be. not when she has a guest. and so, she pulled her blankets up to her chin sheepishly. “ quite alright, though i’m afraid you’ve caught me in my unmentionables. ”

[gcdlsskxng]

"Happy Birthday, /little/ brother." He's wearing higher heels than him to seem taller.

@siriusbled ( Happy Birthday )

    ❝ Happy Birthday to you as well. ❞ He’s not fond of the fact that his brother was trying to appear taller. With a childish huff, Astre got a stool & stood on it to prove a point.