#★ * you can’t give me the dreams that are mine‚ anyway. — open.

[ahlite-a]

The wound is — bad, not fatal.  Not fatal.  Worse is the way she bleeds / red streaked with INK, black, corruption / and it’s been like this for weeks and they’ve seen it before, but Lumine hadn’t bothered to process it until another was there with them.  Their legs give, hand pressing to the thick gash on their side as the battle ends and, ah, it doesn’t hurt.  She supposes she’d known othat the corruption she’s swallowing (  tears / sword / karma / poison  ) was starting to stick.  “It’s — fine.”

[ahlite-a]

They do not emote — they so rarely emote — and their eyes widen, just barely, lips parting, just barely. For the briefest moment eyes and freckles shine with something like terror, something like disgust. DIGUST? DISGUST? AT THE HIDEOUS COPY, FOR WANTING TO BLEED? WHICH ONE OF YOU? Her sword jerks back, body trying to follow — too close, too close, LUMINE ALWAYS WANTS TOUCH BUT NOT LIKE THIS, NOT FROM HIM. TOO CLOSE, AGAINST ME. Only Albedo can come this close, only —

"Stop!" He's surprised to hear something like — terror? — on his mouth, and that has him stilling once again. Lumine cannot remember the last time he was afraid. He can't remember the last time he wasn't, but not like THIS. They're not sure why. WHAT DOES SHE CARE IF THIS THING BLEEDS? ( not the blood, but the lack / she is allowed so few choices, now even mercy is being denied to her. ) She doesn't mean to move, doesn't realize she has until she realizes her hands are tight around its bleeding throat.

── how fascinating. how utterly, devastatingly fascinating. durin's heart beats steadily in tune with his ragged breathing, as he stares, wide eyed at lumine. god turned something lesser turned divine; he imagines her blood singeing his skin, where it falls in rivulets &. stains across the snow. it's not divine mercy that's stilling his hand now, it thinks idly, as its own falls back against the snow.

it's not a mercy that it'd take, anyways, it thinks, as it lunges upwards, dull sword splitting the skin of its neck. for a brief moment, rubedo wonders── will it blaze &. imprint his own star upon it? ── &. then it's pain. blooming, searing pain, as it sits up against lumine. “ fascinating, ” it breathes out with a grin, as something less than blood bleeds from it. “ you are terrifyingly fascinating. ” ( 𓏲 ࣪ ₊♡ ´ ೃ ﹕ ahlite. )

[ushimon]

Prince Oikawa x Princess reader in "love waltz"

Author’s note: writing in english feels so strange!! This is my first attempt though, I hope there’re no mistakes and that it doesn’t sound too cringey rip.

Please, let me know what you think and thank you so much for reading uwu, also, asks are open!

★彡 - 彡★★彡 - 彡★★彡 - 彡★

Synopsis: just you and your Prince dancing together for the first time~

Tw: nothing.

The notes of a shiny black grand piano echo through the large ballroom of the royal palace and you, dressed in the most beautiful and sparkling dress of your collection, vault here and there hopping gracefully over the colored mosaics that bead and adorn the shimmering floor of the room.

- Will you grant me this dance?

Prince Tooru's gentle voice causes your heart a gasp of surprise.

- With great pleasure.

You offer him your delicate hand wrapped in a silky white glove and Oikawa, the prince of this state himself, takes it gently and leaves an imperceptible kiss just above your thin fingers.

- You shouldn't hop around princess, allow me to remind you that you're here to make a good impression in front of my father and our guests. - Tooru whispers in a calm tone tickling your lobe.

After all, you were invited to the ball because today was the day of the official announcement of you and Tooru’s engagement.

- Even if he doesn't like me, it's too late, don’t you agree?- you joked with a silvery voice.

Tooru lets out a light laugh but then, he turns serious again and brings his hand around your waist, carefully leading your smaller figure closer to him.

- The waltzer has started, let's dance.

The first notes give you the rythm for the first steps and so, one foot after the other, you finally start to dance, moving like butterflies throughout the large and luminous room.

Dancing in the arms of your prince feels like a dream: his face is cleared under the warm lights beamed by the crystal chandeliers hanging like cobwebs from the ceiling and the suit he’s wearing, white and pure, reflects the shinig frames of the candles.

- You're so beautiful Y/n. Heavenly, I must say.

It comes naturally to you to smile and feel flattered and delighted to have such a respectful and charming person like Tooru by your side.

- You are too, my Prince.- you admit giggling and blushing all over your checks.

You feel his arm around your corset as he bends slightly, resulting in you brushing against Tooru's strong chest.

- W-what are you doing?

- I just wanted to take a closer look at my princess.

His lips curl in a mischievous smirk, searching for your trembling ones while your heart beats loudly in your chest.

- Wait at least for them to make the official announcement! You can’t kiss me yet! - you squeak trying not to get your lips, eager for that kind of contact, too close.

- So, after the announcement, will you be mine?

The tone of his voice is close to a whisper and you really hope that nobody is eavesdropping.

- Tooru, stop it! - you choke out coughing in surprise.

The prince blows near your neck making you shiver and then says:

- Mh, I’ll consider to wait for tonight then, is it better?

Tooru slightly moves away from you, starting to dance again as if nothing had happened. But the way he looks at you, carefully holding you in his secure arms… you almost feel the need to give him at least one kiss, a peak maybe? 

-If you want... y-you can kiss me here for now...- you say timidly, pointing discreetly on your soft cheek already peachy and blushed.

Tooru's eyes take on a surprised yet enticed look: his heart skips a beat.

- Well, how could I refuse such a tempting proposal?

His soft lips come closer and closer to your reddened face until they almost, imperceptibly, brush the zone you’d prepared just for him to kiss.

- That’s it for now. - you say in a trembling but satisfied voice.

- I'll take the rest tonight anyway~

Without even thinking, you jokingly smack him but he dodges your weak fist, blocking your hand and leaving a kiss there too.

- Yes, yes. I like you too, Y/n.

I don't know if I posted it- I'm so bad with tumblr *clown*

[ahlite-a]

It’s almost funny — that Lumine so rarely feels wounds, even severe ones, the sort that have Kokomi or Babara scolding, and yet this ache stings, sharp, when it’s merely PHANTOM.  She curls in on herself, arms wrapped around to grasp at the flesh stretched over their spine and across their back.  Teeth grit / it hurts it hurts / it hurts!!! / there’s no wounds were wings once were, but she feels mangled flesh nevertheless.  Softly, softly, sharp, “Hurts...”

[ahlite-a]

It’s almost funny — that Lumine so rarely feels wounds, even severe ones, the sort that have Kokomi or Babara scolding, and yet this ache stings, sharp, when it’s merely PHANTOM.  She curls in on herself, arms wrapped around to grasp at the flesh stretched over their spine and across their back.  Teeth grit / it hurts it hurts / it hurts!!! / there’s no wounds were wings once were, but she feels mangled flesh nevertheless.  Softly, softly, sharp, “Hurts...”

[ahlite-a]

“I don’t know why...I chased him.”  He’s made his choice, and it doesn’t involve Lumine.  (  it does, it does, it does, i’d never fight you, he promised once.  i’d never fight you.  )  The moment she’d seen his illusion, though, EVEN KNOWING IT WAS FALSE, she hadn’t been able to — do anything but chase him ——— why is that, she wonders, hazy and exhausted.  Why is that?

[ahlite-a]

“I’m going to break Nimrod’s hands again.”

[ahlite-a]

“Don’t say that name around me.”  ZHONGLI / MORAX / THE GOD OF CONTRACTS — all are anathema.  She hates him.  She hates him.  (  she doesn’t / that makes it worse.  )  “I hope he rots.”

[ahlite-a]

“Can’t save anyone...”

[ahlite-a]

“Next time I’m supposed to save a nation, maybe I’ll just let it burn.”

[ahlite-a]

“—— I can’t read.”

[ahlite-a]

“The Dendro Archon...maybe I’ll be strong enough by then to kill them...”

[ahlite-a]

The wound is — bad, not fatal.  Not fatal.  Worse is the way she bleeds / red streaked with INK, black, corruption / and it’s been like this for weeks and they’ve seen it before, but Lumine hadn’t bothered to process it until another was there with them.  Their legs give, hand pressing to the thick gash on their side as the battle ends and, ah, it doesn’t hurt.  She supposes she’d known othat the corruption she’s swallowing (  tears / sword / karma / poison  ) was starting to stick.  “It’s — fine.”

[ahlite-a]

“Why does Ei get to see her lost sibling, while I...”

[ahlite-a]

“I’m dead, not a monster.”  She says this with the sureness of a man who knows monsters well / has been monstrous, yes, but not a monster, she doesn’t think.  Not yet.  (  a world named her demon.  they were afraid, even once she saved them.  )   But that isn’t the point.  She doesn’t — doesn’t like (  as much as she can not - like anything, so hollowed out  ) when they act afraid, like she’s a bomb that will go off if they speak too loud, she doesn’t like ———  “I’m not...like ——” like one who’d raze worlds kill innocents let innocents die its the same thing like one who’d abandon like one who’d –—

“I’m not...like Aether.”  Yet.

[ahlite-a]

There’s a purple feather kept safe between their fingers, held gently by the base; they sit atop one of Liyue’s many mountainous peaks.  Their voice is so quiet the words may as well not be at all when they murmur, “How do you like...Liyue, Ruu?”