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[noabled]

“ the stars are so pretty . . it’s odd . i’ve never really looked at them until now . i’m so used to just being down in abyss , so i guess i forgot what they looked like .” / @goldscheme​ .

[solphrase]

he isn't immune to the holiday; and this isn't garreg mach. pretending with coquettish glances and pursed half-smiles. it's her birthday, and the box smells of fresh flowers, all her favorite kinds laden in a bouquet strewn around her room in vases of fine glass. he knows her, his hilda. somehow he had the fortune he didn't know how to accept to be known by /her/. somewhere along the way he's looping what he can guarantee is the most unique and elegant necklace in fodlan around her neck the sweet smell of rose hair cloying his senses; daringly sweet. a rose with thorns; a rose tender a rose above all others; faithful. he wonders what he'd ever do without her, in moments where those sherry eyes flit to his and a coy but accepting smile graces her face, no more hiding tenderness, no more hiding (love) . he finishes the clasp; he will never not look at her; whispering her birthday with an unheard tenderness; 'hilda -- ' a kiss. 'happy birthday.' and another; soft; slow -- raw. — sent by @goldscheme​​  

       it’s funny, hilda thinks, how they still behave as if juveniles despite being well into adulthood. marks of their youth ( of something she had named a mere attraction ) follow them even now, knowing grins and flirtations simply done in good fun. she doesn’t mind it — never has, never will, for it is this playfulness that makes their relationship theirs and she knows underneath all the teasing and faux fleeing, he is hers just as she is his. and perhaps war has burned modesty within the spoiled daughter of goneril, because she’s grown satisfied with simply his presence ( of the fact they both still live and breathe together, side by side just as she had always dreamed ). 

    yet, even despite her assurance, of how she claimed to not really need anything, silly, he lavishes her with gifts of love regardless. their shared room adorned with her favorite flora and a single necklace upon her neck seems so simple for a woman used to obtaining anything and everything, but still her heart swells as laughter bubbles past lips curved in absolute adoration. it’s the little things that hilda has come to appreciate. things so insignificant and seemingly unfit for her — thoughtfulness is always what wins her over in the end. 

    rough fingertips betraying their dainty appearance trail to seek his own worn hands, a sense of comfort washing over her when they’re finally found ( because they see one another, hold each other with a familiarity and trust she would never offer another ). her senses are filled with all that is him: the scent of the sun. rose sings alongside the aroma, intertwining together; a symbol of their closeness, of lasting effects upon each other, of time spent together allowing their bodies to carry each other ( in action, in mind, in heart ). 

    and when he kisses her, congratulates her, his name leaves her in a breathless giggle. claude. she says it so softly and sweet, against his lips as she cradles his visage. oh, how silly she thinks it is ! to be so taken with someone, to want to devote her entire being to a single man. but she loves him, goodness, does she love him. she isn’t sure when she fell so hard, isn’t sure when she decided he was the one, but to trade him for anyone else ? she would never. 

    the aroma of the surrounding bouquets join in the chorus of rose and sun, and she nearly loses herself, perfectly content in drinking him in. however, she pauses for a moment, a gentle kiss against his cheek. then, she smiles, a twinkle in her warm gaze. ❝ you are so cheesy sometimes. ❞ and she finds it so incredibly endearing, she can’t help but bring her grinning lips against his once more, conveying all that she feels: gratitude, happiness, love.

[sunsreign-moved]

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours. | accepting.

@goldscheme​ said: 🐤 talk abt me punz, ur charming house leader cough

[yuri-bird]

goldscheme

VALID. I JUST MADE A POST ABOUT THIS LMAO high five

((No one can win against them it’s just the rule.))

[twocrest]

         “to forget the dead would be akin to killing them a second time.”

             @goldscheme       /       one-liner sc.

[contractaes]

@goldscheme​ replied to your post: they’ll never understand how their students can go...

I’M MORE CONCERNED ABOUT YOUR FACE TEACH!

he’s one of the most promising young men they’ve ever met, he’s one of the most promising young men they’ve ever met, he’s one of the most promising young men they’ve ever met.  .  .   “ and why is that? ”

[obligeas]

@goldscheme​

    Removing the mask always feels invigorating, life immediately flushing back into Lelouch’s veins. Reaching up to his forehead, he pushes his bangs out of his face. Takes a few deep breaths in. Relishes the taste of the air; unfiltered and sweet on his tongue. Being Zero is exhausting. The weariness creeps into his limbs; at once Lelouch becomes aware of the throb in his wrist that is surely a result of his axe.

    “...Another victory,” he exhales out into the air, and the words are mostly self-directed, a way to fill the space between them. Lelouch clicks his tongue. A finger etches the line where the glass visor meets the rim, expression turning more solemn. The blood on it is already beginning to darken and turn into a copperish hue; he should get it cleaned soon.

    Whose blood is this? And did it really matter? “No troubles on your side?” Their strategy had been infallible--that is what mattered.

[avosloved]

goldscheme replied to your post:      snorts a little.

‘you’re hurting my widdle feelings’

      “  i mean, that’s the point of the game. isn’t it?  ”

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[scngstcss]

goldscheme replied to your post: goldscheme replied to your post: ...

ur killing me tonite as usual rennie my gurl!

Take a sip of my secret potion I'll make you fall in love For a spell that can't be broken One drop should be enough Boy, you belong to me I got the recipe And it's called black magic ~ ! 

[solphrase]

    ❝ hey, look, i’m fine. ❞ she never allows contact upon her small, rough hands, embarrassment overtaking her at the sheer thought. however, her gloves had been taken off as healers had tended to her, and claude ( her silly, dear and beloved old claude ) had been reluctant to leave her side since. a calloused hand cups his cheek, thumb rubbing small, soothing circles, and though her side still throbs with pain, she offers him a small smile.

    ❝ you worry too much, mr. leader man... you should be out there talking strategy, not hovering in the sick bay. ❞ they were already back at the monastery ! what a worrywart. but she knows how much he worries not only for her, but their friends, the army as a whole. claude has a kind soul, scarred by horrors of his youth, fractured, yet still so warm. responsibilities and burden both weigh on his shoulders — she’d hate to be one of them, much preferring to carry them along with him ( he’s her closest friend, after all. important can’t even begin to explain the depth of their bond ). 

    gentleness overtakes her bright pink irises, comfort and reassurance soft in both gaze and words. ❝ i won’t die from something like this. marianne already took care of the worst of it. ❞ // @goldscheme ( sc. )

[sunsreign-moved]

@goldscheme​​   S.C

“Wow. --- so this is Garreg Mach? It’s .... incredible”  For a girl who was locked away from the world for eighteen years,   many things would likely come off as ‘incredible’  but this took the cake,  Rapunzel was in complete and utter shock.   

“It must be so much fun living here! I mean, always surrounded by your friends.”

[aegeir]

goldscheme replied to your post “@goldscheme replied to your post “@scngstcss said: you’re not the...”

THOARIA ARE YOU OK IM WORRIED RN....OH GOD ARE U CHANGING THE FACES NO W STOP PPP

*blushes* u better bee - lieve it 

[ichoreyed]

he tries to refrain from calling him short. he already has the rage of lysithea which is all too amusing but it's borne from love. ed is new, and it might be wise to earn his trust and friendship first. it could prove both beneficial and enriching to /himself/. 'and we have another one to the bunch. name's claude and you, my friend, are in the best house. ' he grins, extending his hand. 'let's take a walk i need to fill you in on some good ole' intel about us. i've been in your shoes anyway!'

Ed raises an eyebrow, eyes reaching up to Claude ( damnit…he’s so tall ) before flickering back down to the hand before him. He hesitates, then clasps his hand firmly with his own, taking care to use his human hand and not the fullmetal one for which he’s known. “Edward Elric. People call me the Fullmetal Alchemist.” There’s a bit of cockiness in Ed’s expression ; he’s got power and earned his keep  Besides that, Ed’s never been good with authority. He’ll be the first one to admit that.

And yet…….. the sun rests so easily in Claude’s smile. Maybe things will be okay—Ed has to shoo that thought away. Things were never ‘okay’ when he got involved.

Retracting his hand, Ed shrugs, “Good thing you aren’t expecting any of that ‘Your Majesty’ business from me.” He’s a commoner and had fought hard to earn his place amongst the nobles of Garreg Mach. Combine his position as a common-man with his disdain for authority and you’ve got a powder keg waiting to explode. At least Claude seems to have some common sense. “I hate that.” It’s no lie.

Sighing sharply, Ed gestures for Claude to lead the way. The young alchemist doesn’t know his way around the monastery yet ( frankly, he wasn’t sure he’d ever figure it out ) and so is happy to take in the sights at the behest of his house leader.

There’s bad weather on the horizon; Ed feels aching in his leg. Something is not right in Garreg Mach. Anything for the Stone, he thinks, and presses onward.