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I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE

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I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE I WILL NEVER DIE

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idea I liked that I will certainly never finish 😔

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Noooo little German boy, don't have a crush on the punk poser dom rich girl lesbian 😭😭😭

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Princess Lucienne Frances Dauphin the First

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Miscellaneous yuris

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Miscellaneous yuris

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Princess Lucienne Frances Dauphin the First

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Butch Shrek

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Party looks 💙💚

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I hate impractical armor on female characters. Except when I do it. Then its cool and awesome. Feminist even.

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Crazy outfit I saw on pinterest

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Various expressions memes

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HARLOT! SEDUCTRESS! YOU GET AWAY FROM HER SHE IS A NUN

Knight au snippet under the cut teehee

Torchlight from the hall shone through the crack under Seila's door, unbearably bright. Seila could not have imagined burning oil through the sleeping hours before coming here. But it seemed the King wanted not, and harbored no qualms for waste. Seila sat up.

It was a new moon tonight, and would be darker outside than it was within the castle halls. Perhaps she only needed a few moments under the sky to remind her body that it was in fact night, and it could find sleep. She pulled her dress over her nightgown, and hesitated over her coif. It had to have been past midnight, but the world was so busy here.

She sighed, and grabbed only her cloak instead. She only meant to step outside, dark and alone. Even if she did encounter another, it would suffice.

Seila walked down the halls of the castle, bright enough that she did not even need a guiding hand against the wall. It unnerved her. It was too late for candles to burn. But it did allow her to find her way outside with considerable ease, even through the unfamiliarity.

The servants' gardens were her destination. The opulence of the king's flowers made her uncomfortable, like the oil lamps burning through the night, like the red meat they feasted on here in excess. But the servants' garden reminded her more of the vegetable patch outside of her priory.

It was blessedly dark outside of the castle, stars only pinpricks against the black absence of the moon. Birds and insects buzzed around her, granting reality without sight. Seila's hands found the castle wall while her eyes adjusted, and she stepped carefully towards the garden.

And then paused. Against the wall, a few meters before her, a tall figure leaned, face already turned towards her in recognition. It took her a few moments longer, as her eyes took in what little light there was to be had. It was the King's knight, though she wore no armor now. Zarsori, her hair shining white-gold against the blackness. Seila held her breath.

"Well?" Zarsori asked, and Seila thought that the sound of the birds had not granted the night reality after all- it was the sound of Zarsori's voice, a church bell, that made Seila acutely aware of where she stood.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"For what?"

"I didn't realize I would find anyone else here."

"Right outside the castle?" Zarsori leaned back against the wall. She held something in her hands which Seila struggled to place at this distance. But her words sounded like an invitation, and she found herself drawn forward. "Why would you want to come here?"

"I...couldn't sleep," Seila admitted. It took her a few humiliating moments to remember how to converse. "And...you?"

Zarsori smiled, brighter even than the lights inside the castle halls. "Stealing snacks from the kitchen." Seila recognized the shape in her hands now, a large, half-pealed orange, much of its shell discarded on the ground below her.

"Someone will know," Seila muttered. "You're leaving a mess."

"That's fine," Zarsori said, and continued to unwrap the fruit. "Abraxas has more than he knows what to do with."

Zarsori's familiarity with the King still harrowed her. Seila would not call her Sisters by name.

"Do you want some?" Zarsori offered, and pulled apart a few pieces of the orange. "I don't mind sharing with you."

Seila watched Zarsori's hand, the fruit pinched loosely between her fingers like an idol. "...I shouldn't."

"Have you ever had an orange?"

Seila recalled, painfully, her winter solstices as a child, her warm summers in the east. "Not in many years."

"Is that part of your asceticism?"

"Yes. We're not meant to indulge. I can't imagine a shipment of foreign fruits ever finding its place in the priory."

Zarsori pondered this for only a moment, before she invited her once more. "We're not at the priory."

There was no wickedness behind Zarsori's eyes, no seed to temptation, though Seila could imagine one. The vision was getting duller with every day that passed. She had eaten red meat, something she had not even wanted to do, and slept in heated halls. She had ridden horses and traveled, and left her room without a veil, in the name of a cause she had taken up by choice. Zarsori was right. She was not at the priory. She was far from it.

Seila took the fruit from Zarsori's patient hand, and held it before herself, unable to take a bite.

"Are you going to eat it?" Zarsori asked after a moment.

"I...was waiting for you," Seila mumbled, embarrassed by her hesitance. "It's impolite to eat before your host."

Zarsori smiled again, and tore off a piece for herself. Seila should not have been able to watch, in the dark, as Zarsori took a bite. Zarsori's eyes on her should not have guided her own hand to her mouth, the fruit to her tongue, a burst of summer in the spring. Seila chewed until she found a seed, and pushed it out between her teeth. She could not see it in her palm, but felt it, and closed her hand.

"So," Zarsori began, "why couldn't you sleep?"

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dirty paws

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World-class shit talkers

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Who put them in there