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voleuri:

hair is tucked behind her ear and fingers drift, feather-light still down the side of her jaw, until they reach her neck. his hand falls back to his side then, but he keeps close proximity. watches her expression as it flickers between emotions, and roman wants nothing more than to wrap his arms ‘round her shoulders and keep her safe from this all. it’s a burden that she must bear herself, but one roman wants to take strain for her. 

❛ you don’t have to get there first. ❜  he offers slowly, waiting for her to flinch away and turn him down before he can finish the thought.   ❛ we can go. forget about this all. atlas has enough small villages to hide in. patch is bound to, too.❜  

                  ‘ i can’t. it isn’t that easy, roman. ‘ 

      his hand falls, she reaches out to catch it with her own. she’s letting her rarely existing fear best her, and she knows it; some of it had reason, others... less so. she wants to believe they could run from a goddess with the temper of a demon. her determination wavers each time the topic is brought up -- but she refuses to allow him to know that she is afraid. 

                 ‘ she and i are connected, she could track my every move -- i don’t want that. ‘

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   don't you see me,             as I fall from grace ?                          wear a black crown --                                                    you're NOT by yourself. 

  indie. sel. cinder fall. || penned by aria.   promo creds to @eiselder

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voleuri:

cinder’s hands drop, but like a moth to a flame he seeks out the light she emits. there’s no warmth unless it’s hers, nor is there any chance of salvation unless it’s brought by her hand. roman waits and waits until she doesn’t speak again, and this time his hand raises to land against her cheek. soft, if only to test the waters that threaten to swallow them both. she wants him to speak the truth, but the truth will only dig him a grave deep in the earth. 

❛ honest: you need to think about what you’re doing. you’re wishing too much. it’s going to get you killed. ❜

      his touch brings her out of her thoughts, out of lonely wishes for success, out of the very things he reprimands her for. impossibly, she finds herself uncaring of the matter -- she got what she wanted. her head bows slightly, gaze moving to heeled shoes. the ground stills her; so unlike her counterpart, who only raises the tides and drowns her in a feeling she hasn’t felt in years. when she peers up again, her eyes don’t quite meet his, but she knows he’s right. her employer has a hand too many in her emotions.

  ‘ -- you’re right, i... i’ve known of it, but i haven’t... you know. worry over what the end result must be until i forget that i have to get there first. ‘

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voleuri:

he crumbles beneath her touch, melts as the heat surfaces from her skin and warms him through and through. it’s a simple touch, but it’s always been more than that. always, always— roman doesn’t want that to change, not when he’s leaning closer to return the momentary affection. lips to hers, back bowing to match her height and take her comfort into priority. when he pulls back, words tumble forth. she demands and he will give.  

❛  i’m always honest with you. ❜   yet roman dances around the subject.   ❛ but i also know what you want to hear. ❜

          ‘ i don’t give a shit about what i want to hear. not anymore. ‘ 

        it would not bring her glory or to the end of a path she wished to be at. peace of mind became something she was willing to sacrifice. there was nothing else to lose -- cinder had reached the end of her rope, and an ugly end awaited her no matter which turn she took. her hands drop; she can’t handle his touch. 

           ‘ roman, please. stop avoiding the question. ‘ 

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               ‘ be honest. just... be honest with me. for once. ‘  hands move to the                    sides of his face, bringing him close so she can press her lips to his. 

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grimyre:

ivory is cold, marble and statuesque. her hands are the same, how they stay still by her sides. unmoving. her chest does not show breath, nor does she blink while cinder apologizes. fire might burn beneath her skin, but she is not the source of heat. no, without salem she is nothing but a foolish girl craving home and open arms, a fire to warm herself by and food to fill her belly.  it is with one look that salem can take that all away and remind her.  ( but she will not, for cinder could only assume and guess. it was her role: a piece in a game far greater than her. ) 

❛ forgiveness will not push you forward. ❜  words break a mold; she moves from stone to life— her hand, to a fragile girl’s chin, to draw attention and focus. let this be a lesson.   ❛ nor will empty words. tell me: how will you fix it? ❜

        this is a touch cinder is most acquainted with. it is thin ice; yet so carefully controlled as to avert any indication that it might break. it causes her to fear ( one she is NOT so familiar with ) and she detests it. no, salem is far stronger than she -- and cinder is not blind. even so, she finds it difficult to bite the hand that has fed her for years upon years. 

       she stiffens, and flicks her gaze up. to allow hesitation would only show weakness, the very weakness salem was intent on rooting out. ‘ the dragon still remains. all is not lost; an... opportunity may arise. ‘

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AND BEGIN with darkness, spurting like weeds and leaves through the cracks in the earth. let it into your soles, your heels, your being. welcome it as if it is a long lost FRIEND. give it shelter, let it wrap ‘round your bones and lace through your ribs, and in return shall it fall from your fingertips. it shall fall in form and life that you choose and in turn call you MOTHER. mother of all, mother of the earth. and you stand decayed with time, as retched as man, but you stand supreme. for they look to you, and a singular word burns on their tongue.    mother.     /  rwby’s salem penned by cassa.

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@grimyre

           ‘ ... things did not go as planned, as you probably saw. ‘

  her head hangs, the heat of shame coloring her cheeks. a plan so carefully crafted, one that countless hours had been wasted over -- all in ruins and dust. she knew salem would not be pleased, not unless she planned this from the very beginning ( which was not something cinder would put past her ).    

              ‘ forgive me, salem. I... I did not realise her true power. ‘

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           &. help a bee out?

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Cinder by キシリ

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               ‘ so what are you waiting for? i’m right here, without any of my compatriots. ‘

     “I stand by my words. You are a coward that needs to be put in her place.” 

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            ‘ did I stutter? ‘

“Are you properly aware of your current actions?”

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           ‘ -- do you even know what that word means? ‘

“Didn’t you ever think to yourself about how cowardice you are?”

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kinda. puts his arms around her and slowly leans his weight into her. he rests his head atop her own and sighs. he's missed her.

        his coat smells like cigar smoke and expensive cologne when she leans         her head against it, exactly the way she recalls him. it’s familiar, and in its         own way, comforting, even to a soul such as hers. arms snake up his chest       and her hands link behind his neck, face buried to his collarbone. 

                          ‘ ... I was caught up with work. you know how it goes. ‘

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...aight

                  “ A good question: How about you ask again later–?                           I’ve more important matters to attend to, I’m afraid. ”

                 ‘ as it stands, I am not in a position where I can afford to wait. ‘

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@perfecxionist

            ‘ didn’t your headmaster ever warn you of the dangers of getting your hopes up? ‘

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        @butlerbourne

                   ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ what u gon do abt it