#troubles troubles

[songoftroy]

“ Victoire, do you want a drink? I made this tea specially for you. ” – Ethan

Victoire was here to break up with him. It was what she promised to Thomas yesterday, and ultimately, it was what she wanted. She did not love Ethan, she doubted she ever could. Her heart had someone else’s name carved in it. Licking her lips, Victoire could almost taste the feeling of Thomas’ mouth against hers and it made her want to get this done as soon as possible so she could return to his arms. Still, Ethan deserved a bit of her time, even more giving that she was about to end things between them, even though he asked - not so long ago - for her to come live with him. She wondered for the split of a second if he could feel the tension emanating from her body, the distance she was putting between them, and if it were the reason he was offering her a tea. ❝ Sure. ❞ Victoire took the warm cup with two hands before taking a seat on the large couch on the terrace. Fiddling with her bracelet, she was trying to find a way to soften the blow. Did a right way to break up with someone even existed? She did not know. ❝ We need to talk, I know it can seem like it’s coming out from nowhere but... ❞ Victoire stopped, taking a sip of her tea to gather her thoughts. Something shifted inside her. She frowned slightly, at first, warmth spreading in her stomach and then through her entire body. Euphoria took over her previous seriousness and a soft chuckle escaped her lips. She was feeling happy and a bit giddy. Victoire abruptly stood up, taking a deep breath as she looked around as though she was seeing his place for the first time. Butterflies were fighting in the pit of her stomach, her skin tingling with happiness as she turned to face Ethan. Her heart swelled with love, and she fell onto his laps, grinning.  ❝ I love you. ❞ The words easily left her mouth, her voice light and dreamy as she tenderly stroked his cheek. Wasn’t he the most handsome man she’d ever met? Victoire cupped his jaw with one hand, leaning toward him to capture his lips with hers for a long and deep kiss. Smiling against his lips, she pressed her chest against his, as though she was trying to melt inside him. ❝ You’re so perfect. I’m the luckiest person in the world to be your girlfriend. ❞ Her hands were running over his face now and she bit hard on her bottom lip, unable to stop herself from touching him.  ❝ I love you more than anything else. ❞ She repeated, more firmly this time, before allowing her mouth to catch his once more for a passionate kiss. 

[medicineedamedic]

Grammarly is broken and I can’t seem to find my art tag, I tagged a lot of it wrong. and the link I used probably used the wrong tag. hrmm :T *holds chin*

[sufrida-byrd]

[noxianshadow]

((So atm I'm having some troubles with Talon (aka he's not cooperating with me in my head) so instead of looking at the 239847293 drabbles I owe or big replies, I'mma stick to smaller things in my inbox to see if he starts listening again. Feel free to send little things whenever you'd like, whether it be a silly question, FMK, your character saying wassup, anything. c: That'd be radical.))

[thebladesmithmuses]

Troubles Troubles

Erow sighed and sat up after laying on the couch and thinking. He had just come in from tending to his roses. He rested himself on the couch, attempting to read one of Rowan's books. Even if he could read the book, his mind just returned back to other thoughts. Important thoughts that had been bothering him since several months ago. No matter what he had done, his mind wouldn't leave the subject go. Sleeping almost seemed like a dream in itself, since he had got little to any at all. If his mind wouldn't let the thought go, he might just have to ponder on it. Though, he really didn't care to do that.

The thoughts stealing away all of his attention had been Rachel and Volvy. Normally, when women fought over him, he didn't care. He didn't care for much of anything actually. It was either something that amused him, or bored him. Now, he wasn't sure. Now it just seemed like he couldn't quit thinking about it. And each time he had, he didn't know how he felt. A strange mix of emotion would overcome him. He had come to love both of them. Neither of them knew about him or vice versa. Was he suppose to make some sort of decision? Did they want him to decide what was going to happen in their future?

Why did this matter? Why did it bother him so much? The shadow would be laughing, if this were a usual occurrence. He would egg on the fighting until it bored him. Broken hearts, emotional pain, as well as physical were just things for his amusement. Things to pass his time and make his day. What happened to him? Was the realms outside of the Dark Realm effecting him? Was he becoming more then just Rowan's shadow? These thoughts scared him.

He never felt so scared over an idea before. Even other's deaths hadn't bothered him this much. His own demise didn't frightened him to this extent. What was going to happen to him if he became a 'broken shadow'?

Erow stopped his pacing and sat back down at the couch. His hand rubbing his face slowly as he pondered. He didn't want to think about this. About any of this. Not about Volvy. Or Rachel. Or being a 'broken shadow'. He didn't want to, but they wouldn't go away. The dark being began to take in shaky breaths. It felt like his chest was tightening. It was harder to breath, but when he did, his breaths came out in awkward puffs. Not that he needed to breath. Breathing, eatting, sleeping. It was all just things he did because Rowan did them. Shadows didn't need them. It was just strange that he felt if he stopped, he would pass out. 

"What the dark realm are you two doing to me?" The shadow muttered, as if the two woman had been in the room with him. He sighed, falling against the couch limply. His body rested on it's side and his eyes staring off into nothing. 

He hated it here. 

Hated these realms and their confusing effects on him.

Even hated the girls. But soon regretted thinking of that.

It wasn't their fault he was having a dilemma. It was his fault this was all happening to begin with. As much as he didn't want to admit it was, it was. They were fighting because of him. They were unhappy because of him. All of this right now had been because he did something. And because of one reason or another, he actually cared. 

He actually hated himself for this.

Erow took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Thoughts of killing himself had come and gone. Doing it himself would have been too messy. Besides, he told himself, I don't hate myself that much. 

His eyes slowly closed as he tried to force the thoughts away. He didn't want to think about it anymore. It just caused all of those strange feelings he wanted to avoid. Maybe it would be better if he told them he tricked them. It was all just a joke to mess with their heads. Guilt hit him then, but it felt like the right thing in his mind. He started to make up excuses. He was terrible for them. He couldn't give them what they wanted. He wasn't a real person, only the shadow of a person. They deserve someone so much more and so less him. The depressing thought made his eyes water, so he forced it away too. He would stick with his plan. The shadow would tell them, next time he saw them. 

It is only right. 

It is only right. 

He repeat over and over in his mind.

[gingermortifer-blog-blog-blog]

 Oh well, can't do jack about it.

 Thanks mum, I knew I could count on you to get a job.

[cholyena]

Im trying to flirt with emma but i'm so awkward I'm just gonna stop here how do u even flirt over the internet I'm out