speyeralling-down-thy-majesty

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Fae mutters something, shaking faer head a little. It seems sort of out of it.

"Sorry,here, have this."

Amelie holds out a few crumpled banknotes to Basra,its smile looking just the slightest bit of strained. Did something happen?

"You were talking about something beforehand,do go on,my darling friend."

It can't remember. It sounded like background noise.

Someone take me out, I've had enough of cat-only interaction T-T

Why does nobody want to do anything anymore...

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Born anew

"how could you do this to me?! You- you have forsaken me!"

She shouted, deep grief mixed with anger bubbling in her chest. And yet,it did not reach the eyes,as there were no tears streaming down her ghostly pale face. They wanted to wail, like a banshee,let her voice shatter all the glass in this room she once felt so safe in,but only a strained whisper came out. The realisation sunk in deeper and deeper, making its way in like a wild animal - she truly is no longer human.

There's a hunger gnawing inside of her, something primal and untamable. Something that will never be quite satiated no matter how deeply she wishes to. She's so thirsty it clouds their thoughts. It rings in her ears.They need to quench it no matter the cost.

It makes her sick.

“I wish you had left to bleed out! I wish I was laying on the cold forest ground,at least then I would still have had the chance for eternal rest! I… have lost the only chance to see my mother again.”

Amelie still cries, even without actual tears. She was raised with the promise of heaven,of eventual reunion with everyone she lost. He took the last spark of hope from them. She loved him,yes, like she never loved anyone else,but in this moment he no longer was her dark saviour.

He was the one that tore her from the peaceful embrace of death,all because he could not stand to lose her.

Though what does love even mean for a wretched creature like him? Is he truly capable of loving?

“I hope you are satisfied with the knowledge of ruining everything that was right and pure. How can I live a life like yours,doomed to forever lurk in the shadows?? I suppose they were right, even Lucifer was once an angel.”

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

I am Amelie and I have 5 whole cats.

@abyssiot Epsilon I dare ye.

@lambstwoth3slaughter

@eyes-that-decieve

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Hi, I'm Pal and I eat the paper on straws.

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[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

It sighs loudly, turning to Basra.

"I could use to clear my head,since it's awfully crowded in here. Let's go for a walk."

Without waiting for a response,it grabs faer bag, standing up.

Someone take me out, I've had enough of cat-only interaction T-T

Why does nobody want to do anything anymore...

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Amelie listens to Basra, sipping its tea silently. Fae keeps staring through the window , seemingly distracted.

It looks slightly restless,fingers fidgeting with various bracelets and necklaces.

Someone take me out, I've had enough of cat-only interaction T-T

Why does nobody want to do anything anymore...

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

"Hmmm I guess I'll just order some tea with honey."

Fae says, brushing its hair back.

"the tuxedo is named Oreo and they're a bonded pair. I'm unsure if they'd actually like anything, though. Milk is bad for cats,soo.."

Someone take me out, I've had enough of cat-only interaction T-T

Why does nobody want to do anything anymore...

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Fae blinks, frowning back. Given the fact that they were just chilling in their apartment,they look way less extra than usual. Fae is wearing flowy purple pants and a lacey black tank top,scars on full display. Their makeupless face looks tired, though their eyes are extra piercing.

Despite it all,fae absolutely looks like an annoyed cat.

"If this is an attempt to creep me out, I have to say you are doing quite a terrible job. Especially with that tank top."

It gestures at the cat tank top.

I was told I'm making Jackson my whole personality >:////

No I'm not! My personality is 50% cats,30% books and the rest is everything else. Like spiders. Or vintage trinkets. Or never shutting up.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Amelie rolls faer eyes, putting the phone away. It opens the door, squinting slightly.

"Helloo??..”

I was told I'm making Jackson my whole personality >:////

No I'm not! My personality is 50% cats,30% books and the rest is everything else. Like spiders. Or vintage trinkets. Or never shutting up.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

I was about to take a nap... >:c

I was told I'm making Jackson my whole personality >:////

No I'm not! My personality is 50% cats,30% books and the rest is everything else. Like spiders. Or vintage trinkets. Or never shutting up.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Why...

I was told I'm making Jackson my whole personality >:////

No I'm not! My personality is 50% cats,30% books and the rest is everything else. Like spiders. Or vintage trinkets. Or never shutting up.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

What???

I was told I'm making Jackson my whole personality >:////

No I'm not! My personality is 50% cats,30% books and the rest is everything else. Like spiders. Or vintage trinkets. Or never shutting up.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Sigh, I hope you get ran over by a truck or something...

And I'd prefer not to meet you.

I was told I'm making Jackson my whole personality >:////

No I'm not! My personality is 50% cats,30% books and the rest is everything else. Like spiders. Or vintage trinkets. Or never shutting up.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

YOU DON'T KNOW ME?? WE HAVEN'T EVEN MET FACE TO FACE!

I hope you get trampled on by a hoarde of cats.

I was told I'm making Jackson my whole personality >:////

No I'm not! My personality is 50% cats,30% books and the rest is everything else. Like spiders. Or vintage trinkets. Or never shutting up.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

"Why not make the most of this wonderful night and start it out with a dance? This music is so beautiful!"

She grins, quickly losing their head in the music. Parties were never of much interest to her,but a masquerade is quite different - she can let go and be someone else, somewhere else for a night. A bird that can fly,not a caged one.

Amelie barely waits for Charles as they proceed to the dancefloor. Soon,the sea of faces becomes a blur as she swirls with the music, almost intoxicated with the taste of such freedom. The feather shawl looks almost wing like as she moves.

This is the best night of her life,and nothing can ruin it.

Amelie has been nervously waiting for the carriage with Charles in it, fixing her hair occasionally. They really didn't like this,nor wanted to. But anything to make their father happy, right?

Charles wasn't terrible,he certainly was that sort of person Amelie would be friends with,but... The upcoming marriage soured things.

After not too long, the carriage rolls up. It's the same gilded ebony carriage as always, and Charles steps out, giving a short bow to Amelie.

"Please, step in."

He says with a, to them at least, clearly practiced expression and tone. He holds the door open for them, following them on when they board.

When they are both in the carriage, he drops the overly cheery façade and returns to his more natural vaguely nervous body language and comfortable silence.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

I was told I'm making Jackson my whole personality >:////

No I'm not! My personality is 50% cats,30% books and the rest is everything else. Like spiders. Or vintage trinkets. Or never shutting up.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

That is the Lonely speaking to you friend. It's cruel and insidious.

I… don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Rather, I do know what I’m doing, but I do not know what to do. It feels like I’m… stuck. Just in an environment where I’ve always existed rather than an endless field of long grass. It feels hollow, in a way. No course of action that I want to take makes any logical sense and I’m afraid I may simply be acting out of instinct now. It feels both intrusive and like it’s paralyzing me, chaining my mind in one way so there’s only so much I could possibly do.

Does it even matter what the reasoning for my actions are? I still do what’s expected of me. No change to that. Would I always make the same choices? No, no I wouldn’t and I know that. I know better than that.

I think I just need to rest. I’m tired.

So, so tired.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

She nods, pulling the white feathery mask over her eyes and fixing her cape. While the colour of the dress wasn't her choice,she at least got a say in the type of costume she wore.

An angel seemed nice. Afterall that's how her father called them - his little dove,or his little angel, blessing his life.

It felt weird,being all dolled up like this,pearls and lace in their hair,but a masquerade was the perfect time for this. Who knows when she'll get another chance?

They were right on time,music and laughter filling the air, easing the gnawing feeling of anxiety,even if slightly. She took Charles' arm, smiling at him.

"Shall we go have fun?"

Amelie has been nervously waiting for the carriage with Charles in it, fixing her hair occasionally. They really didn't like this,nor wanted to. But anything to make their father happy, right?

Charles wasn't terrible,he certainly was that sort of person Amelie would be friends with,but... The upcoming marriage soured things.

After not too long, the carriage rolls up. It's the same gilded ebony carriage as always, and Charles steps out, giving a short bow to Amelie.

"Please, step in."

He says with a, to them at least, clearly practiced expression and tone. He holds the door open for them, following them on when they board.

When they are both in the carriage, he drops the overly cheery façade and returns to his more natural vaguely nervous body language and comfortable silence.