#theblushingdancer

[challengemyfate-archive]

"There’s nowhere we can hide."

"And I'm guessing that there's no way they'll just give up on trying to find us..." The princess sighed, looking around anxiously. "I suppose we have no choice but to fight now, though I would have rather avoided it..."

[atterria-the-tactician]

"Please, don’t do this!"

Phrase Meme:

"You know… I recall some of the others, you’re husband included, saying nearly the exact same thing to me…" There was a twisted grin on her lips, "do you think I showed them any mercy? Tsk, no…"

Grima leaned over the shaken dancer, red eyes piercing into her terrified ones, “don’t worry vermin, luckily for you I have other things to do so I’ll make your death quick.” There was a chuckle as her hand tighten around Olivia’s neck, nails digging into the smooth flesh, “tell the others I send my greetings and to expect more company soon.”

[lonesecretdreamer-blog]

► (not so secret, platonic admirer uwu)

*DYING WHALE NOISES* 

[the-iron-demon]

the-blushing-dancer lost herself in the Fog

Alfred's heavy boots sent muffled echoes out through the Deep Fog each time he planted a foot, the visor of his helm flipped upwards even though there was not a thing to see. He had managed to evade the presence of the Fat Officials for the time being, breaking down from the form of the colossus they preferred he be in to something closer to the human that he had once been. Short spiked brown hair slightly wet with the moisture from the mist, the reluctant demon's weapon dragged in the dirt behind him as he wandered slowly but steadily through the whiteness, the only visible world the ground just below his feet.

His head jerked upward suddenly, nostrils flaring as the demonic soul within his chest detected what had become a rarity in devastated Boletaria: human essence. Alfred's face fought with itself as he struggled to turn away from the pulsing light in the distance, the demonic essence within him grinning at the prospect of prey.

He began his slow trudge again, no attempt at stealth made as he dragged his unfathomable amount of equipment towards the warmth and glow of a human soul...

[miniflowerpicker]

Olivia is quiet as she pulls her son up from the shower, gently wrapping a towel around him and drying off the worst of the water from his hair before picking him up and kissing his forehead. "You're okay, love. Mother is here... and you can tell me anything"

Inigo sniffed as he let his mother dry him off and wrapped his arms around her neck, trying to calm himself down. "I-I know... I know mother... people are just... making fun of me again for wanting to be a dancer like you..."