#witchingrey

[kiingsroar-moved]

                     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. || ➽ @witchingrey​

        Kuroh had been busy in the kitchen as it had been his turn to prepare dinner. He was nearly finished when he noticed C.C. had entered. ‘ It shouldn’t be much longer ’ he begins, turning to her with a gentle smile. ‘ They must be getting restless out there. ’

[lightcreators]

@witchingrey​

There had been a time when the immortality border had been touched towards one of his fingertips --- when the acceptance of metaphoric places, of an immensity of others locations could turn into another chessboards into his hands in which he would be an hidden mastermind, turned into something naturally granted...and fair. Back in the time, maybe Lelouch refused the possibility of foreshadowing be gently exposed to his presence --- into an meaning that overcome a higher perspective of an human. Did himself, someway, had realized since a couple of time his easiness to fit metaphorical world was already a sign he was fated to be closer of a God with the understanding of a Witch while remaining human? Did himself, somehow, reached enlightenment towards the immortal Witch, without exchange confessions be mutually shared between each other? Did he expected that result into a bet he was letting to face, knowing that anyways, his whole existence would change into another perfect move of the chessboard ? 

Into another times, he would have been casual questions who dropped into his mind --- the remembrance of the reason explaining some nights filled of doubts and an delicate pain running though the corners of his heart that periodically awakening an guilt sensation to everything he was left behind for an awaited result and slowly coming closer...However, right now, stars reflections into his sapphire eyes awakening an gentle nostalgia. His mind was too high for be content with a feeling of treading water, where the entertainment of his grey cells had to be carried out by the possibility of playing chess, of taking part in the trials with confidence, of being able to touch with his finger the excitement of victory. 

❝ I would have to find myself a chess game like the ones I had in Ashford. ❞ He noticed to himself, still pretty much aware she will be able to hear him. The wonderful perspective of sleeping had been tried some couple of hours prior...before recollections troubled his entire brain without giving him some rest he deserved. There wasn't particular remorse or regret associated to that sudden anguish: there was no need to pulling an mask under his real personality anymore, there was need to hiding what he desired expressed the most as reactions when no public would be here for judge, comment, appreciate or report...Lelouch entire existence had been to strive to get lost in a symbol of his presence rather than embracing the casual humans desires he had locked inside him...Finding an transition into the newest balance needed to be made between the man he showed in public and the man he truly were, without the constant necessities of masks...weren't something simple to do. Not afterwards be this complete coping mechanism for surviving with his hatred...when anymore peace would carry away around him, knowing that it was this hatred towards him that made her strong and vivacious --- for this demonic Emperor that he had been. Now that he thought about it retrospectively, there had always been a huge irony of the situation when a certain higher force had taken an interest in him. Unable to laughing back to that silly thought into his previous perspective into an interesting times like those, the purple of his eyes focused on the sky again. ❝...it seems boredom is really a poison...❞

[championselect]

@witchingrey​ | Starter Called

                          It had been weeks since his arrival here in Chaldea and yet it has still yet to sink in to him; he had been called back to help in the battle for humanity’s future. No matter how many times he walks the hallways, witness the darkness outside the facility or even see the sights of the heroes he used to read back in his school days, it still didn’t feel quite real to him just yet. Unreadable was his face, perplexed in thought, he stops in his tracks at a corner-- thankfully stopping him from bumping into a fellow Caster with green hair. “...Oh. Uhhh, sorry. Almost bumped into you there.”

[ichoreyed]

@witchingrey​ rq’d a one-liner!

    “Sorry -- I thought the pizza was for everyone...”

[ofloveandhope]

witchingrey replied to your post: “Oh! C.C brought Lelouch!”

aw cassie yay i got to be able to boost you ;u; i’m so so happy! you hmu if you ever need help ok!!

you and luce are helping me out a lot! now i just gotta be less shy ;///; ehe

[obligeas]

@witchingrey​ rq’d a one liner

    “You really are a pain sometimes ... still, I’m glad you’re safe... CC.”

[magickbrew]

“Skip class today, let’s walk together in the park.”

          If she had been a dog, her ears would have perked up and she would have given her tail a wag. She instantly hopped from her place on the desk, knowing FULL well she was to be heading to her next class, but oh my, sweet sweet C.C had come and offered a much better option. 

       ‘  A million times YES ! If I stay in this building any longer I will literally burst  ’

SOFT FLUFF || ACCEPTING || @witchingrey​

[sunsreign-moved]

@witchingrey​​​​    s.c

“You’re different from the others that come here”

The blonde hummed thoughtfully, giving this strange girl a long look over.  

“Yes, I can say for certain that you ARE.  --- what’s your name, if you don’t mind me asking?”

[cxdemusings]

witchingrey replied to your post: “me, being an OG code geass rper me, seeing other code geass rp blogs...”:

dw i'm og too i've been..around since it aired rip oaihgowih us

OG high five!

Or hugs, too...hugs work. Imma hugger.

[knighterrors]

@witchingrey hee...... hee.....,.,,.,

[gamenu]

WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE?

Glass Cage

          You feel disconnected from the world around you. You can see everything, everyone can see you, but you're not really there. No one can really communicate with you, can they? You're isolated, even when you're around people you're alone.           You want desperately to be close to someone, but you're afraid of what will happen if you shatter your glass prison. You don't want to let someone in, you don't want to leave, and it's a constant battle of your own will.                            It's easier to be alone, where no one can hurt you... Isn't it?

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[kiingsroar-moved]

             Twas quiet in the House of Lamentation, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Well-- Perhaps something was stirring, or rather someone. The young witch tip toed out of her room, down the hall and around the corner to C.C.’s room. With a crack in the door, Freya knocks softly on the door three times, before poking her head inside. 

      ‘ C.C.? You awake? ’

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥. || @witchingrey​

[lightcreators]

shipping prompts   “kiss” - your muse passionately kisses mine on the lips @witchingrey​

A slow and pleasant echoed breath resonated into his ears, it was his own and a quiet inclination that dreamy shape would be over. Probably another day that will following that new wake, into this newest existence, filled of creation of memories meanwhile recollections would hurt him by moments --- a internal circle of living, barely touched before until an high approach didn’t allow synchronization of real feelings towards circumstances ; a mental security he was slowly let go. Blankets softness invited him to the appearance of a smile into the corner of his lips, welcoming kindly the opening of amethyst gaze.

The night prior, he had offered to C.C quite a foolish scene of himself: admiring a bed afterwards all these uncounted nights passed into others uncomfortable places for sleep as they were travelling into their quest goal, he hadn’t helped himself to hugging one of the pillow with a deep happiness sensation. Nothing about that reaction could have be faked in any way, when he had realizing only later, into the seconds of overjoy he had felt…he have been nothing more…Lelouch. He had reacted exactly into the high school student he had been during quite some time, without caring about sometimes be a literal fool of himself. It had feel off pursing that revelation before growing amused. A depth sentiment of contentment to have managed to make C.C laugh have wrapped his heart. Himself hadn’t expected that happiness some mere comfortable position would bring, neither how C.C would be so pleased to saw him react naturally by something so minor…instead of calling it off as he would be previously do it for the sake of some ‘pride’ he owned, Lelouch have preferred to blush. Still hugging that pillow with joy. Still smiling playfully at her.

Does the night was still around beyond the windows? Does quiet recollections about a past life have triggering once more the need to returning into reality before the presence of dawn? Did the morning was already present in the sweetness he felt just now? The absence of another touch almost created an immediate fear sensation meanwhile one of his hands catching up there were nothing he was holding, that he wasn’t held neither. C.C. She was his only thoughts in the morning. So many memories involved him watching her beloved witch remaining at the side of the bed, meanwhile daily life calling back to his engagements. There was always a constant free gaze towards the grey witch who changed his life with a compassionate and loving gaze asking for her happiness --- a promise he hoped to make at some point, when his naive mind was ignorant of her wish. Such instants have been cherished when he had turned Emperor, watching towards that closer blank. There was no one to share his diaper anymore. The spring of his existence had abruptly withdrawn during the arrival of winter and he was aware that this expectation would never end --- because his existence no longer even allowed him to be human, to expose to eyes of the world his ability to feel… he had managed by a happy stroke of luck to forget this period of his existence --- this interior void which devoured him in every atom in his organism, where he seemed to be entering into acceptance and give the impression of completely detaching from every aspect of his existence as if his world was only a game of chess that ended. Nevertheless, a remnant of pain had remained. Nevertheless, all his hope of being able to touch this happiness which was forbidden had destroyed him more.

Slowly raising his eyes as if he didn't want to remember again, as if he could pretend that this pain had never existed, Lelouch noticed golden eyes which looked at him tenderly. He ignored how many time she have moved gently into their position, allowing herself to watching the man she had abandoned herself as if she could afford to return the favor for all the warm looks she had received. The possibility to blowing away some sarcastic comments as welcomes crossed his mind but was soon forgotten, as the instant was different of anything else they shared before. Regardless how many time they could pass together, regardless how in various ways they showed how much they cared for each other, neither liked conventional ways. Probably something in his eyes was an opening but before his mouth could offer any oral response, he felt the softness of lips on hers.

It wasn’t their first kiss however circumstances have been, permanently, cruel with it. In the two cases he could remember, he accepted it without answering it, as if it was a sign of affection that he accepted. He never mentioned it afterwards. He didn't even touch the subject in his mind to have too much to think about at the same time, too much stress to regulate and too much worry while looking at his end goal --- in both cases he had received the message which had been transmitted but couldn’t emotionally give a clear answer. It would be a lie to pretend that he hadn’t been tempted himself --- but the moments when he had hoped for it were among those when he had felt in the deepest despair and that C.C, in the current circumstances, could not answer him in exchange. Hence, without looking for any explanation of a desire, without asking questions about the sensations that felt there in the warmth and softness of the gesture, he slowly lost himself in the kiss and to respond to it at times without trying to spoil this moment. He suspected that C.C would blame him for being 'playful' in their shared kiss. He was interested in seeing the reflection of her embarrassment for having dared, he, Lelouch vi Britannia, to stoop to a few emotions. He was completely didn’t care at that moment, slowly embracing his beloved witch with the greatest tenderness he could have, leaving a few sounds of contentment before the gesture. It was the most beautiful way he had just been greeted upon waking. It was also a wonderful moment it seemed unreal...was the taste of happiness was this ecstasy?

[ichorcoded]

SOURCES OF LIGHT.

sun rays.

effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.

incandescent bulbs.

crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.

stardust.

lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.

candle flames.

denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.

moonbeams.

newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.

auroras.

combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.

fireworks.

dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.

tagged by:  @etrobeauty (thank you! ♥) tagging: @lotuskissed , @voicegiven , @valiant-flower-xiv , @isolcted , @mcmiji , @witchingrey , @pcplarstreet​ , @favdream​ , & Everyone else.

[ichoreyed]

❤ h-hello..

AH I’M GLAD YOU SENT ONE IN LIZZIE!

You’re so sweet and one of the nicer people I know. You really strive to make RPCs feel welcome for everyone involved and I think you do an excellent job of that. You work really hard and are in general just a super nice person. Everyone really loves you and it’s hard not to see why--you’re EXCELLENT and a great pal.

Thanks for being into Zero Escape?!?!? I’m stuck here in this hell now and it makes me happy to know that someone else likes it as much as I do lol........writing Junepei with you on Discord was a lot of fun!

And your writing is really good--all the muses you work with are so different in their respective ways bu you don’t even falter to get in their headspace and dig into what makes them unique. I’m always astounded at the amount of stuff you can produce from a one-liner too; you always get to the heart and it’s incredible to see!

[ofloveandhope]

witchingrey replied to your post: i may have forgotten my password-

all the ones i know i have here! usually just threading and getting yourself in the tag might attract people! : ) lemme know however i can help.

what’s The Tag,,, please c2 I’m fragile and dumb-