#uriyel

[cureher]

you're about to hate me for this ♘

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♘ = stabbing them .

        it didn't hurt. not as much as other things. not as much as the longing, the remembering, the regret. everything that she had done ----- this was her repentance.

her dress bloomed red. amaryllis, dahlias, roses blossoming from her flesh, creeping further and further up the white fabric. soon --- this crimson would enclose her throat, her heart. yet, all she could see was the beauty in it. his hand was at her back, the other twisting the blade deeper + deeper into her stomach. ❝ emile --- ❞  blood sputters from her lips, eyes squeezing shut, before slowly reopening.

she can see him. really see him. everything she's been dreaming about, everything that's been haunting her. a smile brightens up her face, and if it weren't for the light draining in her eyes, she probably would've thought she was okay ----- she was more than okay !  hoarse laughs escaped between her bloodied teeth, joy visible on her face. ❝ emile ! ❞ two hands grab at his cheeks, tainting his skin with her viscera.

this wasn't a murder, but a reunion, after so many years apart --- the only thing mercedes could feel was happiness. she wouldn't have picked a better moment to be frozen in time. her pupils moved quickly, etching every feature into her short-lived memory.

         ❝ is this -- ❞ she coughs. ❝ how you greet your big sister ? ❞ pale hands, stricken with tremors wiped away salted sorrows pooling in his eyes --- beautiful eyes. ❝ don't look so sad, i have ... so much to thank you for, emile. ❞ emile. emile. emile. emile. ❝ and, i want to see you smile --- before i go. ❞

she can feel herself being drained, skin rapidly losing its color, she's lost feeling in her legs, in her fingers. she's cold. she's freezing. she can't feel him. she --- mercedes musters all of her strength, her digits dig into his face, knuckles white. ❝ i love you. i love you, emile. i love you, i love you, i love you. --- and my biggest ---- my biggest regret, is not taking you with me. ❞ her voice is shaking, it's crumbling, it's breaking. but, she needs more time. ❝ you can blame it on me, emile. but know ---- that i forgive you. ❞

the flowers wilted, and all that remained was the smile on her face.

[timecall]

✎ hi max

✎ to draw your muse || ACCEPTING.

where did u come from.... where did u go .......... 

[arydbhar]

*hands him a spear* *hands him a spear* *hands him a spear* *hands him a spear* *hands him a spear* *hands him a spear* *hands him a spear*

*is handed a spear* *is handed a spear* *is handed a spear* *is handed a spear* *is handed a spear* *is handed a spear* *is handed a spear*

[faimac-blog1]

✎ plea

send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse  /  accepting. :)

[diezle-blog]

frog.

          “    oh,   you  want  a  frog,   mr.jeritza?   you  want  a  frog?   y’want  a  froggy?   want  a  frog?   a  frog?   a  frog?    ”     she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  frog.   she  hands  him  a  fr

[cureher]

✎ ill pay you in exposure

i draw ur bitch     /    accepting

[nobilismare]

stares at him from across the dining hall. wearing a furby as a mask.

     Attempts to avoid looking back, but feels nervous all the same… Surely he will look somewhere else soon, right?

[fomorias]

“ I am nothing but a stranger leading the life of a person I never knew. ”

@uriyel​. prompt. acc.

     seteth  doesn’t  understand  how  someone  could  lead  a  life  like  they  do.  murder,   constant  fighting,   constant  bloodshed.  he  would  be  able  to  understand  if  it  was  for  survival,   but  it  all  seems  so  SENSELESS  to  him.   he  doesn’t  know  enough  about  them,   in  truth,   other  than  a  few  factors  but  even  those  might  be  lies  for  all  he  knows.   it  sounds  to  seteth  like  that’s  what  their  life  is—   just  one,   big,   lie.   (  he  knows  what  it  is  to  live  a  lie,   BREATHE  a  lie.   festering  beneath  the  coils  of  a  mask.   it  may  be  LITERAL  for  jeritza,   as  that  is  all  he’s  ever  seen  him  wear  back  before  these  days  of  war.  but  seteth’s  is  a  mask  of  metaphor  and  survival.  )

     under  normal  circumstances,   he  would  encourage  them  to  try  and  find  who  that  person  is.   figure  themself  out  first,   without  the  interference  of  false  acts  of  magnanimity  or  true  lies  of  manipulation  from  others.   but  these  are  not  normal  circumstances.   spear  pointed  at  their  throat,   eyes  daggers,   fogged  like  glass  on  a  cold  winter’s  morning.   he  does  not  show  compassion,   but  rather  PITY  perhaps.   pity  that  someone  would  fall  down  such  a  dark  path.   (  he  saw  it  happen  before.   macuil.   rhea.   some  old  colleagues  before  his  wretched  isolation.   he  sees  it  in  the  eyes  of  some  students—   now  soldiers  in  a  war.   can’t  help  but  feel  as  though  he’s  failed  THOSE  ones.  )

     his  hair’s  fallen  out  of  shape,   into  his  eyes  and  mouth  as  he  breathes  heavily.   slowly  but  surely,   he  draws  his  spear  away  and  takes  cautious  steps  back.   ❝  i  shall  spare  you  this  once,   for  to  kill  someone  who  knows  not  even  themselves  would  be  to  kill  nothing  at  all.   next  time  we  meet  on  the  field  of  battle  will  be  the  last  time  we  cross  weapons.  ❞