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can you reblog this if you wouldn’t mind having pre-established relationships ? i’m looking for RP partners, but everyone I approach replies as if they were strangers, and my muse needs friends. p(´⌒｀｡q)

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⊰♡*SHOW OF❛ WILL.

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SHE STANDS BEFORE him her lips taut, her face coloured by DETERMINATION  ━ he who can’t even stand in front of his very own people without a MASK is merely hiding behind LIES; dishonesty must be his game, his farce, for who would believe a man who couldn’t reveal his identity unless he was a master of a SILVER-TONGUE, manipulating those who had nothing to hold onto? He was taking advantage of the Japanese’s sorrow, their pain, their suffering, their hate and using it to his own advantage.

His ‘JUSTICE’ would sacrifice others for the end goal. Euphemia didn’t and wouldn’t let any more DEATHS fall onto her hands; she didn’t want to watch the ruin of others ever again. 

❝my will is to save everyone without violence ━to change the corruption from within. ❜ Her gaze gravitates to the grip along his gun, but she is UNFALTERING, she is blind in her belief that her words would get to him ━ that she would be able to convince the man in the mask to discard his DESTRUCTIVE WILL. 

❝i don’t want anyone else to hurt, i don’t want anyone else to feel pain. i don’t want people to have to make more sacrifices when there’s a chance we can come to an understanding.❜

She smiles then, EXTENDING HER TRUST to a man she barely knows as she outstretches her hand from the position of her HEART. A person so determined to wreck the very FABRIC, THE INTRICATE LINING of Britannia itself, a person who treated everyone as a CHESS PIECE in an intricate game of LIVES ━ she saw a broken man hellbent on revenge. Her heart felt a twinge of pain to see this as her mind slowly formulated who the man in the mask COULD BE.

❝please, let’s not hurt any other people. let’s free the japanese without deaths from both sides. we can make them understand, just help me ━ lets find a way together.❜

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      EMPATHY WORN AS SHE EXPRESSES the loss she has overcome ( or been     through, for can you TRULY overcome this LOSS that lingers with you? ) he is     UNDERSTANDING to what she expresses,  a  solemn  gaze befallen upon her.     for she, too, bears the burden of being the one who lived.  to  forge  a path to     move forward when ALL SEEMED LOST. to be the one whom had the constant     memories, the constant pang of the heart as it beats, longing for another.

          ❛ it’s okay to cry━━i know… i have had my fair spill of tears, admittedly. ❜

                                                there is forced laughter between sentences.

         ❛ no matter how many years pass, i still remember it as if it were yesterday… ❜

TO HAVE TO REMEMBER what she had lost ━ to be brought back to a time where it was hard to maintain her usual, BENEVOLENT, CHEERFUL smile, and to be given the permission to BREAK ━ hairline cracks spread along the edges of her face, make her smile waver. Eyes slick, eyelids heavy, she feels the first pang of tears at the banks of her eyes. 

❝its hard to let go — ❜ she admits amidst the quiet, and she brings the corners of her fingers to the wetness building along REDDENED RIMS of delicate violet eyes. ❝and the only way to be over it is over a course of a long amount of time.❜ 

Euphemia looks up at the man then, her expression TENDER in semblance of understanding as she places a HESITANT hand on the inner crook of his arm, lips upturned in her usual SMILE. ❝but, i also believe that it would do no good for me to dwell on them forever — because i have my own life to live.  ❜ She places her free hand on her heart. ❝and they’ll always live in here, with me.  ❜

⊰♡*HEART OF❛ LOSS.

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SO I HAVENT been active lately, and i apologize so much for that. today im planning on getting to THE LAST of my drafts, which amounts to only about 4 including my inbox. sorry to everyone who has been patient waiting for me. i'm planning on getting it ALL DONE today! and since i owe it to you guys, you guys can like this psa for a STARTER if you want that too, as i haven't interacted with everyone. since ive been so MIA, I'm still only following about 33 people. thank you guys for being understanding.

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One, two, her heart quickened in its beat as his heat spread into her from the touch of his fingertips on hers, the overlapping of skin, of the closeness of his body splashing new warmth into the deepest recesses of her heart. For the very first time, she felt as if she had taken something of her own, without anyone’s push or suggestion. Suzaku was all hers, her decision — he had begun to consume her thoughts, her attention.

She wanted to love him and to be loved. She wanted to be spoiled, to have his eyes gravitate to no one’s but hers. She was slightly petty, lackadaisical, and at times immature, but he was her rock; he was the thing that brought reason, made her pause — but he also more than that. She loved him. She loved everything about him.

And she’d protect him. She’d protect him from her people, who saw him as nothing but an “Eleven”. No, to her, he was merely Suzaku: not her knight, not an Eleven, not a Japanese. 

Sucking in a breath, Euphemia felt the flush in her cheeks and the quickness of her heart, beating frantically in the pound of her ears. She couldn’t meet his gaze — not when his hands rubbed against the small of her back, when his eyes, so genuine, made her choke with overwhelming feeling. 

She hoped he was nervous too. That she wasn’t the only one struggling to grasp onto an ease of breath, trying to calm her heart. Even with her hands awkwardly placed on his chest, she couldn’t place the difference between the beating of her heart and his, and so she worried. 

Worried, worried, worried, and that worry grew until she heard his words and it all seemed to melt away. ❝I didn’t make the wrong choice. You’re my choice, you’re my decision, and I trust you. ❜ She took a moment to look up at him again, slightly sheepish. ❝I love you. ❜

And in that moment, she would have given it all — cast away everything to be with him. To go somewhere where she was not a princess and he was not her knight, and they had nothing to them but their names. She knew that both had responsibilities, she knew. But couldn’t she hope that at least —

Thoughts split by his kiss, she felt her chest swell, felt the feelings pour into her by his very action. She was overwhelmed by it, overwhelmed by his depth of feeling, so much that she felt weak in the knees, felt the desire to ask him to kiss her again and again, only so she would be able to savor his lack of hesitation, his lack of guilt, the weight that he continued to carry around — when they were like this, he would forget. He would only focus on her, as she would only focus on him. She wanted to kiss away everything that made those lips quiver downwards, made his eyes fill with shadows. 

She would be his light. 

Fingers clenched into fabric, she wanted to bring them closer even though they already seemed too close. She wanted to be so close to him that they would meld, that they would become one in strength.  Smile radiant, glowing in its joy, she kept their faces only centimeters apart, his breath tickling her nose, her cheeks. ❝And I wouldn’t choose anyone else as my knight. ❜ She whispered in a breathless voice, pressing her toes into the ground just slightly to meet his height. 

❝Kiss me again,❜ she said, eyelids heavy over her languid eyes. Suddenly coy, her lips caught in a mischevious grin. ❝I order you to.❜  

“Euphie..”

          Left both shocked and ecstatic by the Princess and her kind words, Suzaku felt the corners of his lips tug upwards in a smile as a warm chuckle slipped past his lips. The warm feeling Euphemia brought to the knight soon spread throughout his chest into the tips of his fingers; his heartbeat speeding up with every touch. Her smile, her scent, her gentleness–the princess was the epitome of his happiness. With each passing second, Suzaku found himself basking in her presence–intoxicating him with something so much stronger than any drug could ever do.

Eyes widening at the sudden touch of his hands, Suzaku tightly grasped her slender fingers. The smoothness of her hands was a nice contrast to the gruff and beaten palms of the knight–fitting each space between each finger perfectly. His heart began to race as the princess laid her forehead against his–looking deep into her violet eyes with admiration–with LOVE. Euphemia brought back purpose in his life, allowing him to look past his mistakes; to give back as much to her as she gave to him.

The two, despite being so similar, were exact opposites. Unlike Euphemia’s hands, Suzaku’s were stained with blood; with dirt. Everything that made the princess pure made the knight seem unworthy and unfit to be the protector of Britannia’s most beloved princess; however, he refused to let that insecurity get in the way of his goal: to protect the girl with his entire being. 

Slipping his hands from the princess’ down to the small of her back, the knight pulls her close to him–their beating hearts now closer to one another. Light patterns were drawn on the soft fabric of Euphemia’s dress as Suzaku kept his eyes locked on her’s. 

“Do you understand how happy you make me? Your words…Euphie, I get so scared. I worry that one day you’ll see that you’ve really made the wrong choice with choosing me as your knight. I’m absolutely terrified, but when you say things like that–…My heart just can’t take that.”

          Not wanting to waste any precious time, Suzaku found his lips pressed against her’s–his heart poured into the kiss. Light skips in his heartbeat was evident as he drew her closer, encircling his arms around her waist. Butterflies flew within his stomach, cheeks grew warmer with each passing second, love began to grow. Slowly tearing himself away from the princess, Suzaku felt his own smile growing as he spoke out to her; his tone blissful, 

“I wouldn’t want to be anyone else’s knight. Only yours, Euphie.”

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        ❝   BEFORE  WE ARE  ELEVENS  OR   BRITANNIANS  

                                we are          h u m a n s      why should we

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Hi there! I just want to say that your Euphie is absolutely adorable and matches with canon Euphie sooo much. ^^ I really enjoy reading your roleplays and I think you're doing a marvelous job as her. Have a good day!

Aw, this means so much to me, thank you anon. It's a little bit unnerving to have a character type I'm unfamiliar with, but I've come to enjoy her quite a lot, and I try to do her justice: this message means a lot to me in the way it means I'm doing alright. Thank you for your kind words, I hope you have a good day as well.

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⊰♡*A MINUTE❛ MORE.

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Entranced by his hands, his lips, his smile, Euphie grabbed hold of whatever she could in the small, dim hope of remaining in the position a while longer selfishly, childishly, she wished for the sun to still its rise, she wished she could lay there, clutching at Suzaku's warmth forever — and maybe now, she could delude herself in thinking that were true. She took his affection graciously, felt her lips form in the small plea of want, but would be be asking for too much, and, would he only be obligated to give it? She wanted him to take the first step, she wanted him to indulge her, because this, this was always a welcome surprise.

Looking up at him, her hair sprawled about in chaotic fashion, uncontained, the curls draped against her flushed cheeks, covering her eyes, but her hands were too occupied to save her from them — her hands were innocently and tenderly brushing familiar brown hair, curiously memorizing lips, jaw, the upturn of a nose, the small hairs growing beside a brow. The longer she came to memorize his face, his body, his warmth, the faint scent wafting from him, the more she fell in love, in adoration for her knight, for her ... for Suzaku as a whole.

Her lips pulled up in a smile then, before she let out a light-hearted laugh — he said exactly what she wanted to hear. Even with the haunt of endless piles of paper, her sister's disapproving stare, the weight of all those hopes on her shoulders, well, she could forget here. Nuzzling farther into the crook of Suzaku's neck, she pressed her lips against his nape, her words like a whisper on his skin. ❝Me too,❜ she admitted, her voice growing ever more quiet, ❝I want to stay here for as long as I can.❜ Peering out over his jaw with a sheepish gaze, her lips still remained hidden. ❝You're ... ❜ She paused then, quickly embarrased, her gaze casted to the side. ❝You're comforting. I feel safe with you. I feel like ... we can do anything as long as we're together.❜

Puckering her lips, she suddenly realized how ridiculous that sounded, but it was already in the open — she held her breath, expectant for his reaction, for his reply, her eyes alight with a bit of shame and splashes of joy.

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❝No, its nothing as complicated as that.❜

      Enveloping her hands together, her fingers interlaced in an expression of EASE, she smiled at the young man who spoke so BRILLIANTLY — who spoke as if he knew all the secrets to the world, or even, HAD EXPERIENCED THEM ALL BEFORE. She was entranced by what he had to say, and almost felt CHILDISH in response.

      ❝Accepting your flaws is not putting them on a pedestal. Flaws are what we are — it's what sets us apart from people with their own set of flaws. We can constantly fret over them, see that there is not room for change, and that would lead to weakness. Being able to see them, and in time, maybe overcome them, that leads to a strength!❜

❝I just don't want people to think that being imperfect       is a bad thing.❜

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“Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.”

     ❛  OH, IF ONLY THAT WAS HOW IT WORKED———                   FLAWS are always FLAWS, whether acknowledged or not. & i suggest that                   you do acknowledge—  or as you it put it,  accept—  them for the purpose of                   offering DEFENSE against those who would use them,  not for some BLIND                   FAITH in your IMMUNITY.                                  ——GREED has killed men who called their greed their BROTHER.  ❜

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⊰♡*BE❛LIEF.

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The eyes full of distaste, of hate, of bellitlement — it was strikingly unpredictable, but not new or foreign: Euphie clung to her beliefs with stubborn, lithe fingers, and when the girl before her so easy tore them apart, so easy gestured as to their demise, Euphie felt a surge of anger. The anger was not directed towards the intoner, it was directed towards Euphie's lack of explanation, the way that she felt as if the one opposite her was making assumptions and Euphie felt the desperate need to put them both on a level of understanding, so that the black colouring that woman's eyes would fade ... but was it possible? Could she make something clear to a person who's ears were already blocked with disbelief?

Of course it was. She had to believe it. She had to believe it like she believed in so many other things, just like that love was the only thing that held fragile things together, and to discard it, to not be able to feel it or trust it, it was sad — that was what Euphie felt as she listened on to the intoner's words — sadness.

How could someone be so driven to anger and to violence? Could not stake their hopes in loving or trusting someone at all?

❝It's true, I have never fought on the front lines. I have never stained my hands with blood.❜ Face pressed in determination, Euphie was unwilling to back down, to be unable relay her point, even if it meant the sword would pierce through her gut — and oh, how it would hurt, but if it worked, if she could somehow alleviate that woman's hopeless eyes ... ❝But that is a choice. There are already plenty of people fighting for causes that they believe in, that they believe is right — but what drives us to fight? And what drives us to die? How do we remain sane amongst all this chaos?❜

Euphie shook her head before confidently gazing back at the intoner, determined. ❝Of course we're selfish, of course we're greedy. But we, as people, need love to survive. People who have fallen into depravity, they feel alone — they feel as if they can't do what they need to do unless its by themselves, but that's only because they've lost their trust in others, because people have betrayed them. And when you love someone, when you love someone wholeheartedly, you don't betray them, you support them. It holds you both together.❜ Sucking in a breath and pressing her hand to her chest, her words continued to filter out as she furrowed her eyebrows. ❝Love doesn't have to be romantic. Love can be platonic, it can be the love in friendship, the love in bonds, and its bonds that bind us against a common cause: even those with cruel intentions band together under the same banner for a love of their own cruelty.❜

❝Killing people to prove your point does nothing but cause more pain to others. For each person, there is at least one who loves them — and in death, you've broken that bond, and caused the person who loved them to, as well, be wracked with rage and cruelty. I've had siblings die, my aunt, my family, they've died, all for what? My sister goes out each day to kill more people, to fight against what she considers the enemy, when they are only victims fighting for freedom! And what if she dies? And for what? Would it even matter? The only way I keep her with me, the only way I can keep her beside me, is because she loves me and because I love her. The only way she doesn't lose herself to hopeless causes, to bloodlust, is because she knows at home, I'm waiting for her.❜

Face softening, Euphie lowered her eyelids over her eyes. ❝I don't care if I get dirty or hurt. I'll fight to give everyone their freedom, to give them back the love they deserve ... I'm sorry if you can't see that. I'm sorry if you feel as if you have no one like that. But it's what I believe, and nothing you will say will change that. I'm sure, even if you are unaware, there is someone who loves you too.❜

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If clouds are blocking the sun, there will always be a silver lining that reminds me to keep on trying.

Matthew Quick, The Silver Linings Playbook (via twloha)

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Euphie was taken out of her present thoughts as she looked to the girl asking about the cat. Taking the picture gently in her fingers, she peered at it before giving it back.

     ❝I have not, I'm sorry. But that's okay,            we can look for it together!❜

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                 ❝ pardon me… ❞

her approach was timid in the way of posture but not in the way of the tone of her voice. words were soft, gentle to the sound. delicate fingers held up a small photograph, a small white kitten in the picture.

                                 ❝ have you seen this cat? ❞    

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Euphemia knew, in her heart, she could never bear the burden Suzaku brought on himself: her brave, selfless Suzaku, who would hole himself up somewhere, brooding, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes shadowed with worry, with grief, with guilt. There were so many things she didn’t know and knew that he may never tell her, even though she desperately wished for him to share, if only a little. He was not just a knight to her, after all – so much more important that. 

But even in her childish impatience, her impulsiveness, her overwhelming desire to intervene and take away all his worries, it was a part of who he was. And she knew, with a great amount of coaxing, with enough time, he may begin to lay down his burdens. He may become to see her as a support, as an equal, and not just a princess needing to be protected: perhaps, in time, because they loved each other, were devoted, that things would eventually smooth out – his ridges would smooth, and she would finally see some ease to his posture.

She almost giggled at the thought of a a care-free Suzaku, as he would be unrecognizable. And yet, and yet it would make her happiest to see him that way.

❝Suzaku, I already told you not to be so formal when it’s just us together. Please stand.❜

Pressing the softness of the pads of her fingertips to the rims of his eyelids, she brushed along the swollenness there with a sigh of distress, of discontent for his lack of care for himself. Oh well, she didn’t mind too much, as she would willingly take that job upon herself: taking care of him, that is. Making sure he wouldn’t work himself into the ground. Now that they were close, she was sure they would be able to do that.

Smiling with gentle care, her fingers traced along his cheeks, the crook of his jaw, before settling into his soft hair. She giggled as she patted him reassuringly on the shoulders. 

❝I know they’re a part of you, Suzaku. But you also have to learn to let them go. It would make me happiest to see you happy.❜ Eyes alight, she twirled away, the fabric of her dress fluttering around her. ❝But, it’s alright. I’ll try to be patient.❜

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You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.

Maya Angelou (via quotemadness)

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Elle Fanning behind the scenes of Vanity Fair March Hollywood Issue 2011.