#❥ Serendipity ; we Bloom until we Ache | HER TURTLEDOVE EMILY

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❥  And thus does the Atlas plummet from the Heavens to meet his Witch  |   HER HERO ATLAS ❥ Maestro to Aria ; Our Eternal Symphony of Love  |  HER LUCIFER SOLF ❥ Blooming in a garden of loneliness ; I see a flower that resembles you | HER KING ROY ❥ Serendipity ; we Bloom until we Ache  |   HER TURTLEDOVE EMILY ❥ You and me could move a Mountain by Gaze alone  |  HER QUEEN SATSUKI ❥ We Found Love in a Hopeless Place  |   HER WOODSMAN MARCUS ❥ How far do the Feelings go | However far you want  |   HER HEARTACHE LUXU ❥ Mischievous Heart  ; Who knew Loving could cut so deeply  |   HER MAD DOG GORO ❥ Say what you mean cause you might get it  |   HER KNIGHT JEAN ❥ Put your head on my Shoulder ; Whisper in my ear  |   HER FURY KAIN

🜔 Oh Venomous Brother ;  bloody children in crumbling sandcastles  |  OH BROTHER ZOLF 🜔 Savior from the ABYSS  |  OH DARKNESS RIKU 🜔 Savior from the STARS  |  OH LIGHT SORA 🜔 Necromancer of the Woodland Sanctuary |  OH DEADMAN LAYLETH 🜔 Can the Bravest withstand the Witch |  OH FAERIE 🜔 Gently Rapping at your Chamber Door | OH DARLING POE 🜔 First Borne Son of the Lilith | OH LILITHS LOVE BASKER 🜔 The Dog and the Wolf ; Horrors in our Nature  |   OH DESPAIR DOLCETTO 🜔 The Lightest part of the Coin  |   OH PRINCESS ZELDA 🜔 Loyal to the Very End ; Siblings to the BEAST  |   OH SERVANTS ALESSANDRA & DANTE 🜔 Daughter of Dusk ; Forgive me Forgive me  |   OH YATIR AURORA 🜔 Bonded Mammon ; Ye doth Protest too much  |   OH AVARICIOUS GREED 🜔 Violence reaching Repose  |   OH UNHEARD EMIL

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Closeness ft. @thefatalmarksman , @cromwellharvests , @kiryuiegerin

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@cromwellharvests​​ sent: Unhugged?? in this house??? not so long as Easy Cromwell draws breath. First thing in the morning is prime time for gathering up your Belladonna in both arms and squeezing for all one's worth— complete with Emily nuzzling her face down into Chrissy's shoulder, and sighing a slow, content sigh.

Ah yes, these are the finest things in life.

          Life finds a way to always shake the heart, boil the blood so high she risks tearing her apart completely. Fingers twitch at that impossibly gentle touch as hesitance shivered through to the nail, until finally her nerves relent into an equally as gentle embrace. Perhaps she had become  too  gentle in the ongoing months of pining for this young woman? To hold  gently  with these murderous palms  -  how could she have not been set ablaze from even the slightest of touches? 

            As if entranced completely,  This Alchemist  tightened her hold and sunk herself deeper into the angelic form of  Emily,  eyes buried into the waves of sweet brown, as if she could have fallen fast asleep while leaned atop her. When finally words are spoken, it is not ‘thanks’ that is prioritized, but the lack of competence with such actions.

                                    “  I am not used to hugging, actually, I am not sure if I am doing it right. But you, you’ve been doing this sort of thing since you were born, haven’t you? This type of affection. But, why me? Do I look so sad that I need to be held?  ”

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@cromwellharvests​​ sent a letter:

Put a “Tell me" in my ask and my character will answer…

Lesbians...

If you snuck into my room I would:

[  ] Go back to sleep                 [  ] Kick you out [ x ] Cuddle with you                   [  ] Be like “How in the world?” [  ] Let you sleep on the floor     [  ] Become angry [ xxx ] Usually, Qistina is the one doing the cuddling, but I have a feeling that Emily would hold HER instead. she needs it. 

If you kissed me (or hugged) I would:

[ x ] Kiss or hug you back                       [ x ] Smile and laugh [  ] Stiffen, and feel uncomfortable         [  ] Push you away [ x ] Be shocked                                       [  ] Strike you [ x ] shocked but happy, slightly confused, wondering if she might be dreaming, etc - 

If you asked me to go out with you for a day I would say:

[  ] No           [ x ] Yes           [  ] Most certainly not.           [ x ] Without hesitation.

You are:

[ x ] Cute           [ x ] Adorable           [ x ] Attractive           [ xxx ] Beautiful [  ] Okay         [  ] Ugly                 [  ] Am not going to grace this with an answer [ xx ] inspiring

You are to me a:

[  ] Stranger           [  ] Acquaintance           [ x ] Ally [ x ] Friend               [ xx ] Love   ( once more, she believes her love to be completely one-sided )   [  ] Rival [  ] Enemy

I find you to be:

[  ] Pathetic           [  ] Of no consequence           [ x ] Intriguing [  ] Frightening     [  ] Unsettling                           [  ] Annoying [  ] Infuriating       [ xx ] Pleasant company             [ xx ] Comforting [ x ]  Unable to be lived without                             [ xx ] Trustworthy [ xx ] Emily is a constant reminder of the good of humanity and what kind of person alchemy can inspire. She is envious of Emily’s heart and wishes there could have been a moment where she could BE like her, shift her thoughts to goodness, even though she realizes that might never happen. She’s always inspired by Emily, but wishes Emily could be more confidant and selfish. Only because she knows what the world is capable of to people like her.

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@cromwellharvests​  asked:   “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ”

Morning After Starters | accepting

         Coffee would certainly further bring her out of this haze and down to earth  -  of confusion with last night's events, the gentle whispers and innocent proposals seeking affirmations. It's like shining a light on a path in the near-darkness. Knowing where the path will go, but just making sure in absolutes before the foot continues to tread. Slowly but surely the loose gravel becomes packed concrete, helping the already impaired woman. And, as if it weren't quite enough, It was with Emily that she could lean on to ease that trepidation.

There she stood with a hand outstretched before her  -- her guardian angel that kissed at the stained-in blood of skin she is so desperate to keep hidden. Not fear nor disgust had frightened her away. Emily had at least remained to hold her and even kiss her through the night. Embrace all the parts of her that could crumble apart at any moment like handfuls of ash.

Emily had removed herself from the room, gently protesting from the doorway as she slipped on a house robe.   “  Ah... Alright...  ”   a quiet response, one that would not have been known if they hadn’t been looking at each other. Now alone once more, she can do nothing more but recall last nights events again and again at the back of her eyes. Covering her face with her palms, wishing not to burst into flames.

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@cromwellharvests I did my best with This One

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@cromwellharvests​​ sent:     “ please don’t apologize, because then i won’t be able to help but forgive you and i’m not ready to do that yet. ”

Angsty Sentences | accepting

          “ If I were to apologize for each breath I have taken, might you forgive me faster? ”     Childishly hopeful, but a question that must be dared to ask. Skirting around the entendre of such innocent words while overshadowed by that monstrous witch from within who knows the truth   -   How terribly ludicrous to make an attempt at fooling Sweet Emily. But that is what the wicked witchis ! Villain of the story, reprehensible, prevaricator the moment she’d kept the silver pocket watch and its chain ‘round her neck.

She musn’t appear so sullen in facing the consequences of her actions - the countenance of this angelic judge. There was no direct or obvious malic in her words whatsoever, nor had there been the rise in anger to accompany those words. Somehow, her affable and cherry-smooth resonance that delivered her displeasure was more horrible a punishment than imagined... she wished Emily would have yelled at her instead. 

With hands knotting so tightly they may break off the bone, she quails beneath this suns gaze. She may wither. She may blacken and crack apart into nothingness. When finally she speaks, it is with parched throat and heavy breaths.

                    “ I see. Well I do not blame you. There is no need for you or anyone else to find forgiveness for me, Emily. Anything that is waiting for me in the end will be exactly as I deserve. ”

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@cromwellharvests​ | cont.

         “  Yes really... Honestly I didn’t think you’d say yes. ”      It had been a question  weighing heavy against her heart for ages. The kindness she’d experienced had been only a seedling of what Emily could have offered ; and more than she could really deserve. From such a person, wouldn’t she be thrown away once the Lilith’s true nature had been revealed? Emily has only seen the soft pelt of an innocent lamb, not the shaggy and stained coat of the vermillion wolf underneath. 

Still, it is nice to bask in kindness, if only for a little while. She must enjoy it while still allowed by her side.   “ I’ve never been in a... situation like this before. So I wasn’t sure if I ought to ask you first. You are really alright with me? You are certain? " 

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@cromwellharvests​ sent:  ★

accepting |  ★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand

     Sweet, gentle fluttering of downysoft lashes - surprise brushed across her face like a beautiful rouge at the moment of lip to hand contact. Taken aback, truly, but not at all displeased. On the contrary, it feels all the more natural when it is this pure hearted, country blossom that is dealing such an action. Blessing her deaths wasteland with the bright touch of a flower that should have found a warmer earth to grow.

But that lady Emily did not need any special soil to grow. She blooms with even the most terrible of environments threatening to suffocate all stretches toward life. She extends her own roots by sheer force of will, digging deep to wrap ‘round the worthless soil of her heart to birth feeling and adoration.

With a swift motion, she guides the hand of the fellow goddess to place an appropriate kiss to the back of her hand as well. Thinking of anywhere else that Emily would care to be kissed by this devilish monster ; a plume glowing in the pit of her stomach. 

                “  You are a sweet blossom, you are, Emily. Tell me you’ve been fairing perfectly since last we spoke. I can’t stand the idea that you’ve had a hard time. ”

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@cromwellharvests​ sent:  🌡

Nonverbals | 🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

How embarrassing to nearly pass out in her own laboratory - but lucky at least to bare witness to the angel of life saving her at the very best moment. She couldn’t even complain as usual... after all, being cared for by Emily was a highlight of her day to day life now. Though it was perfectly possible to care for herself, by herself, there was something much more fulfilling in allowing herself to be cared for. 

She lay back in her sheets, comfortably, reaching out for a hand that was preoccupied with medicines.  “ Emily... Emily my Sunshine, I am sorry you have to deal with my negligence. Have I ever told you just how beautiful you are? ”

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@cromwellharvests​​ sent:    She would hold the other close for as long as she needed, even if it meant her arms were wrapped ‘round her ‘til the sun breathed it’s last. After all, she thinks, Christina has not been held nearly as often or as dearly as she ought to. If quiet hours pressed in twine were what it took to make amends for that folly, for years wont of another’s gentle touches, of warmth, it was a challenge Cromwell was ready to meet— emphasized as she nestles her face into the column of Christina’s neck and pushes a kiss to her pulseline. “You deserve to be loved.” she scarcely breathes. “and so much more.”

If she were held onto any longer, Emily may leave her arms stained in black. Wanting to push away to spare her the damage, afraid to respond with kindness, afraid to say what should have been said by any willing and hopeful person : yes I do. I deserve it. But instead what she had deserved ( for all her action, her inaction, payment for the blood seeped into the palms of her hands ) was in fact, the lack of that which so many people strive for.

These gentle, loving, touches were undeserved. No matter how innocent and tempting they were to take hold of. Lock them all away, all to herself, to allow herself to accept it all without being squashed flat from the weight of death that threatens to push her back to the hell her soul had crawled out of. What Emily said was wrong. It was just foolish and wishful thinking to believe anything so pure and good could happen to her.

How the Icarus nosedives into the depths, burning from the wings at his back, So does She. Burning from the sun that stands cradling her with what is unmistakably love as she had never experienced before. But the heat from this intensity was too good and worth it to ever let go. Her arms wrapped tight around Emily in return, bending down to leave a kiss to her temple. To rosy cheek. To her sturdy shoulders. She hoped they could somehow reach the others heart, as well.

To her Soul ; if one as damaged as hers could ever hope to touch such a place.

      “ I don’t know if I could ever be worth it, but I’m glad you’ve said that to me, Emily. Don’t forget, the same goes for you as well. ”