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Victoire Robicheux Twenty-Six Head of the Committee Agares; Fallen Angel of Power ZADKIEL The better half {This is a RPG character blog} April Word Count: 15,266

[wnq-anonymous]

This would be hard for you if you were weak but you’re not weak.

Anne Carson, Autobiography Of Red (via swearwolfewrites)

[victoriajoan]

[She was] proud and impatient and flammable.

Jill Lepore, from Book of Ages (via victoriajoan)

[bethchild-blog]

[vivaciousrobicheux]

spencer hastings Victoire Robicheux: character traits

[flowury]

5% human girl 95% caffeinated beverage

[vivaciousrobicheux]

                                                “—She is a { m e s s }

                                    of   contradictions  ;

                                                            E L E G A N T  yet  (W I L D)

                                     C L E V E R   yet

                                                  (I M P U L S I V E ) ”

[spencerstobias]

I even have to win at yoga

[hush-syrup]

I’m on nobody’s side but my own. And if that sounds selfish, it’s because it is.

From Everville by Clive Barker (via hazmattheartwrites)

[astropelican-deactivated2015062]

My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.

Lana Del Rey (via kelofrp)

[spencerstobias]

When you just can’t shake the heavy weight ofliving

[teekil]

I think she was afraid to love sometimes. I think it scared her. She was the type to like things that are concrete, like the ocean. Something you could point to and know what it was… And I think that’s why she struggled with love. She couldn’t touch it. She couldn’t hold on to it and make sure it never changed.

Carrie Ryan, The Dead-Tossed Waves (via goldflure)

[endless-unfolding]

Let it be known: I did not fall from grace. I leapt to freedom.

Ansel Elkins, from “Autobiography of Eve” (via a-pair-of-ragged-claws)

[spencerstobias]

I’m sorry i’m not p e r f e c t

[incorrectteenwolf]

That was clever. I’d call you a genius, except that I’m in the room.

(via swearwolfewrites)

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

95% of the time I feel absolutely nothing but that 5% of the time I feel everything all at once.

(via sadnessismyhome)

[koji-huang-deactivated20151101]

Love & Stranger

Love

He wonders sometimes, how it might have played out if they had been switched. If the on he was meant to cherish actually was the person he now holds dear (as dear as he’s capable at least, which isn’t much). Would he still be the same? Would she? Would anyone?

Stranger

Had they ever been unknowing? Ever look at each other, and not known what lurked beneath? Maybe they had, maybe they did, those years they did not know each other as Agares and Xi Wangmu, but really, he doubted they had ever been strangers.

[briarbramblerose]

♜

♜: Shoulder rubs

“You’re not taking care of yourself,” Briar admonished Victoire. “The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak. Your spirit may be immortal, but this body is certainly not. When was the last time you got a decent night’s rest?”

“Briar, you’re overreacting. I’m fine.”

“The hell you are,” Briar said. Victoire, who was usually so put together, was visibly tired. “We’re not going out tonight.”

“What? It’s Girl’s Night. We’re going out.” 

“We can have Girl’s Night here. The liquor cabinent’s fully stocked.” Victoire could match Briar’s obstinance, but this was an argument Briar would not lose. She put her hands on her hips. “Sit. I’ll get you a glass of wine, for starters.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll beg off. But make it a whiskey on the rocks?”

“Whatever you want, Vic.”

Briar returned a few minutes later with their drinks. She handed Victoire a glass and set her own vodka cran on the coffee table. “I want you to relax,” Briar murmured. She could see that Victoire was tense and Briar intended to do something about it. She brushed Victoire’s hair to the side and began to work her shoulders. “You deserve a break.” She pressed her thumbs into the taut muscle, exerting the right amount of force. 

“Oh my God,” Victoire sighed.

“I learned that from a courtesan in the 12th century. She had the most radiant smile…”

“I’m going to stop you there.” The ice jostled in Victoire’s tumbler as she took a long drink. “I don’t want to spend all evening talking about your conquests,” she said.

Briar laughed. “Fair enough. What would you rather spend the evening talking about? Hm?”

[incorrecthistories]

I was born for politics. I have great hair and I love lying.

Niccolò Machiavelli, 1513 (via incorrecthistories)