#this was held hostage in iphone notes for almost A MONTH

[scopesting-a]

❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞ // from ur darling baby izzi

dragon age / accepting !

@wraithshells

     wise words. doesn’t give amélie pause as she’s forced to look at herself in the mirror, putting the finishing touches of her makeup on. macaron sits on the counter. amélie has learned to put up makeup as she goes, god forbid macaron put her paws or tail through it. mel’s proud to see her hands don’t shake while she applies fake lashes ; her issues with her appearance haven’t gotten much better, but she isn’t going to start shaking now. she’s got work to do.

     “    that’s right,    “ amélie replies, rifling through her things until she retrieves what might as well be an industrial hairband. mel brushes through her hair.  “    i remember trying to tell you something similar when you were younger. shorter, too.    “ she offers a smile.

     amélie pulls her hair into that restrictive signature ponytail and makes sure the sleeves of her red blazer are pulled all the way down her arms. wouldn’t want to catch a glimpse of the webs and words trapped within them while she’s trying to work. she turns towards isidora. she takes her face in ; the way amélie pulls her own face together makes her look serious and tired, older too. it still hasn’t stopped being surreal to have izzi around. amélie isn’t sure it’ll ever stop being surreal.

     “    i’m trying really hard to keep everyone safe,    “ amélie confesses. sure, the violent methods don’t seem to align with the overall persistence of peace but it’s what works. it’s what she knows how to do. it’s what she made for. she thumbs at the bridge of her nose.

     “    everyone i’ve gotten to know is important to me. i’d easily trade my life for theirs every time.     “ her tone leaves no room to wonder if she’d even hesitate. amélie would walk straight into a bullet, right into the end of a knife for izzi. for gabriel. for satya, for abigail, for indy, for julian, for baptiste, for yuna, for hana. for every single person stuck on this clusterfuck of a life path.

     amélie gives a soft smile and lets her hands find the sides of izzi’s face to cradle her head. “    i’m so proud of you.    “ a little crinkle forms between her brows giving the impression she might start sobbing before she forces it to smooth out.

     “    incredibly proud.    “ amélie tried hard to be a good role model earlier on in isidora’s life, before everything that happened happened. she sees a lot of herself in her sometimes. 

     “    gérard would be proud, too. i know he is.    “ a fond smile even if it feels like amélie’s heart could break all over again.