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Shanghai Express (1932) dir. Josef von Sternberg

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : isms . ⧽ — — she's the angel of small death . #1000th post!!!!

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Ester Expósito

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : visage . ⧽ — — she's the angel of small death .

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𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨.

          ❛     𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑢𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦,        what  this  woman  is   asking   for  is  impossible .     ❜

                    ❝      i   really   don’t   get   why   you’re   so   shocked   about   it   ,   i   told   you   what   my   mother   is   like   .     she   wasn't   about   to   be   any   nicer   just   because   we're   in   france      ❞

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | barty chao #009 / barty chao.

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𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠.·

    ❝   did  you  already  forget  that  i  said  i  would  pay  earlier  ?  you  can  buy  next  time  ,  i  promise  . ❞ 

                    ❝      maybe   i   was   feeling   bad   about   it   ?      ❞         a   pause   for   a   beat   .         ❝      or   more   realistically   :      mon   père   just   found   out   ma   mère   had   cut   me   off   ,   again   ,   and   now   my   allowance   has   been   back   paid      ❞

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | iris jang #001 / iris jang.

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𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨.

    𝑜𝑓  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑠           barty   imagines  have  ellie  feeling   puppeteered   ,   he’ll  admit  to  the  shock  of  it  being  so   literal .   he  forgoes  the  subtlety  then ,   tensing  to  wait  on   more ,    ❛     from   who  ,   ❜    it’s  barely  posed  like  a  question ;   the  words   grating   through  his  frown ,   imposed   in  the  narrowing  of  his  eyes .   it  implodes  in  something  that   retracts   quickly  in  his  chest ,   a  not - too - unfamiliar  emotion  boiling   red   in   him .    it  isn’t  too  difficult  to  press   past   it  to  further  answer  her .   he’s  only  surprised  to  feel  it   simmer   as  he  goes  on ,   unwithstanding  his  usual  asphyxiation ,   despite  the  gentleness  he  exudes  in  bringing  a  hand  under  ellie’s  jaw  after  he  thinks  it  over ,   trying  to  coax  her  over  for  the  answer ,      ❛     you’re   unyielding ,   ❜      he  explains .    ❛    unapologetically   whatever   you   decide .   ❜      because  it’s  different  from  unapologetically   one’s  self .    he   knows   ellie  does   too  much   in  nothing  more  than  the  name  of  pettiness .  of   proof .   coercion .   and  likely   more .     ❛    i  can’t  say  it’s  common  to  find  that ,    let  alone  where  it  would  turn  an  interest  to   me ,   as  well .    most   would  read   disinterest  on   my   part .    but   you   didn’t .   i’m  fairly  sure  the  only  consensus   i’ve   gotten  is  that  we’re   not   the  same .    nearly   opposites ,  ❜    a  foil  to  myself ,   his  mind  supplies .   without  the   clash   that  should  usually  come  with  it ,   on  spectrums  much  like  the  parts   he   plays  himself .    smoke  to  his  mirror ,    as  if  pushing  all  that  he  isn’t  to  the  forefront  would  hide  much  of  what  he   is .     but  how  does  he   say   that  there’s  the   mirror   of  it  in  her  without   revealing   too  much ?    that  she  chases ,   knowingly  or  not ,   for   every   aspect  of  him ,    relishes  in  it  —   without   confirming   it  outright .     it’s  all  another  game  to  play ,    but  a  new  one .    a  breath  from  the   boredom ,   without  having  to   forgo   any  of  it .     ❛    but  i  don’t  think   you   got  that  from  me  at  all ,  ❜   he  settles  on  the   hint  of  it  instead ,   eyes  fully  boring  into  hers  for  it ,    before  softening  again .     ❛    and  i’m   more   than  interested  in  seeing  how  you  came  to  that   conclusion .    just  as  i  am  interested  in   every   conclusion  you   come   to ,    should  it  be  grating  my  nerves  or   not .   ❜     he  supplies  with  an  added   gleam   in  his  eye .    it’s  true ,   in  the  end ,   that  he’s  only  ever  so   easy   on  the   forgiving   end  of  ellie  by  way  of  her  mind .   what  she  chooses  to   latch   to  surprising  him  to  no  end ,   and  honestly   —   it’s   refreshing ,   to  be  so   abruptly   taken  aback  without  it  necessarily  being   entirely   inane .

                    letting   the   first   bit   of   information   slip   ,      the   biggest   ,      did   not   ,     as   so   often   was   the   case   ,      help   the   rest   come   easier   ;      rather   ellie   found   herself   freezing   up   having   let   it   slip   ,      the   absence   of   the   secret   she   held   so   close   ,      had   done   so   most   her   life   ,      leaving   her   feeling   almost   as   hollow   as   she   did   when   the   curse   possessed   her   mind   .      but   it   was   once   again   how   barty   prompted   her   that   stopped   the   slow   stream   that   was   her   confession   from   drying   up   ,      how   he   didn’t   question   ,      her   or   her   story   ,      merely   showed   he   was   listening   ,      waiting   for   the   rest   .      and   never   pushing   .      as   antagonistic   as   she   could   be   towards   him   at   times   ,      toying   with   the   feelings   she   knew   now   they   both   had   for   each   other   ,      she   was   finding   something   new   to   crave   after   in   quiet   moments   such   as   this   .      the   feeling   of   being   known   by   someone   ,      really   and   truly   known   ,      body   and   soul   .      and   so   she   continued   her   tale   ,      the   story   of   how   she   became   just   who   she   was   ;      cracked   and   broken   ,      the   fragmented   shell   of   a   girl   who   pretended   vulgarity   and   volatility   was   an   apt   substitute   for   being   anything   close   to   a   person   .      picking   up   not   where   she   had   left   of   ,      nor   from   the   question   that   wasn’t   a   question   barty   had   posed   but   rather   from   a   place   where   the   scattering   ribbons   of   her   recollection   had   tangled   into   a   knot   she   was   just   barely   starting   to   unravel   .         ❝      i   was   so   young   when   it   started   ,      just   ten   i   think   ?      its   all   a   mess   .      but   we’d   barely   moved   over   here   when   she’d   had   enough   of   me   ,      enough   of   me   acting   up   and   acting   out   .      i   thought   it   such   a   game   ,      to   refuse   to   speak   a   word   of   english   ,      somehow   it   made   sense   to   me   then   that   they’d   have   to   send   me   home   then   .      it   only   angered   her   ,      my   mother   .      i   don’t   think   my   father   even   noticed   it      .      it   didn’t   do   anything   .      just   got   me   locked   in   rooms   ,      got   me   yelled   at   ,      had   her   resorting   to   using   magic   to   force   me   to   speak   in   the   tongue   of   the   land   .      didn’t   take   long   for   her   to   start   using   it   to   solve   most   of   her   problems   ,      and   i   always   was   one   .      she   wanted   me   to   speak   and   then   when   i   did   ?      she   wanted   me   to   be   quiet   .      i   think   that   was   the   worst   of   it   .      i   could   open   my   mouth   and   yell   and   yell   and   yell   and   YELL   and   yet   not   a   sound   .      wails   and   screeches   and   all   i   had   for   it   was   an   aching   face   and   silent   tears      ❞

                    and   at   some   point   while   she’d   been   speaking   tears   had   come   to   her   eyes   ,      the   continuous   outpouring   of   words   only   stopping   when   a   sob   took   her   by   surprise   ,      racking   through   her   frame   as   ellie   blinked   through   the   tears   to   meet   barty’s   eyes   .      she   needed   to   see   how   he   took   it   ,      needed   to   see   if   he   saw   her   as   weak   for   it   ,      she   needed   him   to   know   she   wasn’t   .         ❝      but   i   fought   it   !      i   fought   her   ,      fought   her   magic   .      last   summer   ?      i   was   finally   able   to   break   it   .      but   she’d   already   decided   to   mix   in   a   few   other   spells   in   her   efforts   to   get   me   to   behave   .      sometimes   decided   magic   was   too   much   bother   too   .      but   the   only   unforgivable   i   haven’t   felt   the   effects   of   is   the   one   you   can’t   come   back   from      ❞

                    his   words   brought   the   traces   of   a   smile   to   her   face   ,      despite   the   tears   still   drying   on   her   face   ,      other   people   could   see   it   in   her   too   :      that   despite   everything   she   was   only   ever   exactly   what   she   chose   to   be   .         ❝      we’re   not   ,      but   we’re   a   lot   more   similar   than   others   would   think   ,      so   much   more   .      but   i   think   it’s   in   a   way   you   have   to   someway   already   be   in   order   to   see   it   in   someone   else   ?      and   i   could   tell   that   about   you   from   the   start   .      i   think   we’re   alike   in   two   very   different   ways   but   there’s   a   reason   i   even   entertained   the   idea   of   even   speaking   to   you   after   i   found   out   about   the   set   up   .      you’re   not   quite   how   you   seem   ,      not   quite   how   you   present   ,      but   i   think   you   know   that      ❞         and   to   say   this   felt   a   little   like   a   test   would   be   the   wrong   word   for   it   ,      challenge   was   a   closer   fit   but   even   that   wasn’t   quite   it   .      whatever   word   was   best   for   summing   it   up   didn’t   matter   though   .      ellie   was   sure   in   her   assessment   of   the   situation   .      sure   in   herself   .            ❝      i   think   you   do   it   on   purpose   .      and   i   could   see   it   from   the   start   .      saw   it   and   liked   what   i   saw      ❞

#child abuse tw #abuse tw #parental abuse tw #𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | barty chao #008 / barty chao.

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𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨.

        he   wracked   his   brain   around   who   ellie   could’ve   possibly   gone   to   that   she   would   know   —   but   then   it   dawned   on   him,   why   is   ellie   going   around   asking   people   about   him   in   that   manor   ?   not   that   it   didn’t   inflate   his   ego   a   bit,   but   it   sure   was   a   weird   confession.   ❝   god,   ellie   —   no,   i   don’t   think   you   want   to   fuck   my   father.   you’re   so   vulgar   you   know,   someone   outta   clean   out   that   filthy   little   mouth   of   yours.   ❞   he   should   stop,   especially   after   she   already   initiated   the   conversation   that   now   made   his   question   to   barty   make   sense.   gold   digger   ellie.   ❝   ahh,   yes,   ❞   best   friends,   merlins   sake.   ❝   and   even   so,   you’re   still   fucking   my   brother   so   i   have   to   deal   with   your   presence   no   matter   who   i   marry.   ❞   and   how   on   earth   did   narcissa   get   along   with   the   ellie   he   knew   ?   maybe   he   doesn’t   know   either   of   them   as   well   as   he   thinks.

                    she   never   could   just   make   life   easy   for   herself   ,      no   there   was   always   some   game   ,      some   little   toying   thing   she   was   working   on   even   when   there   was   no   rhyme   or   reason   to   it   .         ❝      really   ?      you   think   i   wouldn’t   if   i   had   the   chance   ?      i’ve   seen   him   before   ,      he   looks   good   for   his   age   .      i   can   see   where   barty   gets   it   from   …   you   ?      less   so   .      someone   really   should   …      i   ought   to   mention   that   to   your   brother      .      get   up   to   all   sorts   of   fun      ❞         a   little   wink   and   a   laugh   ,      this   was   all   too   much   fun   !         ❝   oh   yes   ,   but   barty   and   i   was   the   obvious   part   .   you   won’t   be   escaping   me   so   we   might   as   well   get   comfortable   with   each   other   ❞

#suggestive language tw #ellie tw #she needs it #𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #001 / rikard chao. #𝐟𝐭 | rikard chao

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𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨.

      ❝   oh,   from   what   you’ve   heard   ?   didn’t   realize   you   were   to   type   to   follow   the   opinions   of   others.   ophélie   allaire   —   a   follower.   ❞   rikard   was   curious,   just   yet   another   flaw   in   his   nature,   but   he   wasn’t   going   to   let   the   words   of   ellie   get   to   him.   not   when   he   didn’t   even   have   the   slightest   clue   who   could   be   gossiping   about   something   so   …   false.   ❝   because   i   take   after   my   father,   more   than   anyone   else.   ❞   that   wasn’t   entirely   true   —   not   even   being   sorted   into   the   same   house   could   make   that   a   solid   comment.   ❝   i   am   plenty   of   fun   —   too   bad   you’re   too   preoccupied   to   know   fully.   ❞

                    ❝      can’t   a   lady   listen   to   peer   reviews   ?      i   wouldn’t   want   to   waste   my   time   if   i   could   just   ask   someone   else   if   it   would   be   worth   it      ❞         it   was   a   nasty   little   habit   ellie   had   ,      speaking   like   she   knew   something   when   she   knew   nothing   at   all   —   lying   —   and   that   had   been   just   what   she   had   done   .      she’d   heard   nothing   of   the   sort   about   rikard   but   it   seemed   rather   fun   to   pretend   she   had   .         ❝      and   that   matters   because   …   oh   !      you   think   i   want   to   fuck   him   ,      don’t   you   ?      and   i’m   just   after   the   next   best   thing   ?      and   you   think   that’s   you   .   well   i’m   sorry   to   say   you’re   wrong   but   i   won’t   tell   you   where      ❞         and   it   was   another   case   of   ellie   just   speaking   words   to   provoke   ,      words   with   no   basis   in   facts   .         ❝   give   it   time   dear   ,      soon   enough   you’ll   be   married   to   one   of   my   best   friends   .      we’ll   be   in   each   other’s   lives   for   a   while   yet      ❞

#suggestive language tw #𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #001 / rikard chao. #𝐟𝐭 | rikard chao

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𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨.

                       ❝   hilarious.   —   you   want   the   real   answer   ?   dump   barty   and   date   me.   ❞   rikard   shrugged,   playing   coy   and   walking   along   a   dangerous   line.   he   didn’t   actually   want   to   date   ellie,   but   knowing   she   belonged   to   his   brother   made   everything   entertaining.   ❝   henrika   likes   me   best,   and   senior,   well.   .   .   ❞   he   trailed   off,   looking   around   before   his   eyes   fell   back   and   his   lips   turned   into   a   grin.   ❝   i   am   a   slytherin.   ❞  

                    ❝      oh   how   sweet   .      you   think   you’re   enough   for   me   ?      from   what   i’ve   heard   you’re   not   enough   to   keep   one   girl   entertained   for   long   ,      it’s   …   ambitious   you   think   you   can   manage   two      ❞         truly   how   did   it   reflect   on   ellie   that   what   was   stopping   her   more   from   having   a   bit   of   fun   was   her   closeness   to   cissa   rather   than   the   fact   rikard   was   barty’s   brother   .         ❝      and   i’m   a   ravenclaw   ,   what   of   it   ?      ❞         just   as   coy   as   he   had   been   .         ❝   but   i’ll   tell   you   what   ,   rik   ,   you   seem   plenty   of   fun      ❞

#001 / rikard chao. #𝐟𝐭 | rikard chao #𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death .

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𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞.

        “have you considered what you’ll be doing after this year? running off with barty, settling in with some apprenticeship, taking a trip to the moon?”

                    ❝      oh   not   in   the   slightest   !      isn’t   that   grand   ?      at   least   not   any   plans   i   think   anyone   else   would   count   as   plans   .      look   pretty   ,      fuck   often   ,      and   do   little   else   beyond   that   ❞

#suggestive language tw #𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | fred malva do vale #001 / fred malva do vale.

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      CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE

                  bold what applies. i’d give credit, but i can’t find the original, so.

[ PERSONAL ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / ill / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ unorganised / organised / in between

♦ close-minded / open-minded  / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in between

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / doesn’t care

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality:heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable / naive and clueless

�� Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

🏠 Domestic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / alcoholic

☁ Smoking: trying to quit / quit / never / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / quit / trying it / rarely / sometimes / frequently / addict

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : ellie . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death .

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𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨.

     ℎ𝑒  𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠  𝑡ℎ𝑒           hesitation  in  her  tone ,   the   check   of   his   choice  in  them ,   covered  in  something  like   disappoint .   even  so ,     ❛      almost  ,   ❜     he  says  again ,    a  confirmation  on  his  lips .    he  won’t   act   like  they’re  any   more   similar  than  they  need  to  be ;    after  all .   for  a  moment ,   he   hesitates   on  this  decision .    it   does   seem  that  ellie  was   looking   for  it  to  be  another  way .   for  that   connection .    but  her   own   explanation  crumples  it  again  in  his  mind .   comfort   or  not ,   two   loose  canons  would  make  nothing  short  of  a   blast .    and  there’s   little   to  do  with  melted  scraps .    he  stands  his  ground ,    only  humming  in  acknowledgement  of  her   words ,   lips  pulling  together .     ❛     i  see ,   ❜     he  says ,    then :    ❛    again  ?   ❜       whether  or  not  he   should   prod  for  the  seeds  that  planted  her  act ,    as  he’s  sure  there’s   more   —   is  irrelevant .    he  makes  it  clear  he’d   want   to  hear  it .    that  he’d  want  to  listen ,    understand ,    whenever  she  wishes  to  however  much  of  share  it .     and  he   does ,   of  course .   context   is  always   helpful .   it’s  how  he   shapes   it  that  matters .    what   reaction   he  gives  out  of  it ,   and   when .    her  thanks  comes  as  a  relief  of  barely - present  tension ;   little  more  than  light  tightening  in  his  muscles .   even  with  the   dig   of  their  very  first  fight   (   he  hopes  their   quick   coupling  would   explain   that ,    and  not  that  she’s   truly   going  to  be  upset  by  it  so   long .    but  he  supposes  if  they’d  never   had  it ,   they  wouldn’t   be   here  ) .    barty  sees  no  use  of  explaining  himself   again .     instead ,   he  snorts  in  a  sort  of   exhale ,   eyes  falling  off  in  a  moment  of   collection   before  darting  back  up  to  ellie’s ,    reaffirming   instead :     ❛    there   was ,  ❜      he  echoes ,   consonants  exaggerated .   they  soften  on  emphasis  again  as  he  holds  a  palm  against  her  cheek .     ❛    i’m   trying   as  well .  ❜

                    it   was   the   fact   he   wouldn’t   lie   to   her   ,      no   empty   little   words   to   make   her   feel   better   ,      that   made   her   sure   in   this   .   made   her   sure   in   them   .      because   what   was   anything   that   was   built   on   a   lie   ,      even   if   the   lie   was   beautiful   or   meant   to   comfort   ,      nothing   but   false   .      nothing   that   wasn’t   about   ready   to   crumble   when   the   winds   picked   up   .      a   final   echo   of         ❝      almost   ❞         gracing   her   lips   one   final   time   ,      the   fifth   time   the   word   was   spoken   ,      as   she   sighed   and   nestled   in   against   him   .      it   was   a   thought   as   scary   as   the   realisation   from   the   start   of   the   summer   ,      that   she   loved   him   ,      that   she   was   facing   up   to   now   :      that   she   felt   safe   here   .      safe   with   him   .      such   a   wild   ,      floating   and   reckless   thing   as   she   was   ,   she   still   found   safety   in   someone’s   arms   .      but   it   was   still   so   much   to   say   it   .      still   felt   like   it   could   almost   be   too   much   .      one   word   .   one   little   question   .      but   such   a   large   weight   for   just   two   syllables   to   hold   .      again   .   a   -   gain   .      he   was   asking   ,      he   wanted   to   know   .      but   he   wasn’t   pushing   .      and   so   ellie   found   the   truth   eking   free   .         ❝      the   imperius   curse   ,   barty   .   she   and   i   are   old   friends   .   far   too   old   friends      ❞   because   that   was   the   truth   ,      wasn’t   it   ?      because   even   if   there   had   been   some   justification   behind   what   her   mother   had   done   ,   in   just   what   she’d   sunk   too   ,      ten   had   been   much   too   young   for   what   ellie   had   gone   through   .   ten   had   been   much   too   young   for   what   she’d   gone   through   to   be   ignored   .   and   for   once   she   let   things   die   ,      for   one   she   wasn’t   the   bitch   who   wouldn’t   give   up   a   bone   .      she   could   move   past   the   fight   they’d   had   ,   move   past   and   learn   .   there   had   been   a   problem   then   but   wasn’t   now   proof   they   were   moving   past   it   ?      eyes   continuing   to   hold   his   gaze   as   his   hand   came   to   settle   on   her   face   ,   glancing   down   before   they   fell   shut   ,      feeling   almost   whole   in   that   moment   .         ❝      why   am   i   worth   it   ?      ❞         she   had   so   much   now   ,   so   much   with   him   .      and   she   couldn’t   quite   believe   it   .

#parental abuse mention tw #008 / barty chao. #𝐟𝐭 | barty chao #𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death .

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Élite + Nadia and Omar (3.07)

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : isms . ⧽ — — she's the angel of small death . #𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : visage . ⧽ — — she's the angel of small death .

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@sycrx

I’ve made my mind about the Senate. But I still want to know what you think I should do. You won the war, made your fortune and brought honour to your family. You have nothing left to prove to me or anyone else. We have everything we’ll ever need. Step back. Live life. And make history as the Roman who restored the Republic. The Republic was corrupt, and lazy…and complacent. We can achieve so much more.

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : isms . ⧽ — — she's the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | barty crouch #barlie tag tbc.

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𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.

“Okay, fair enough, but… When I have kids, you won’t be meeting them until you promise not to turn them against me.”

                    ❝      excuse   you   i   am   great   with   children   ,      just   ask   milène   how   i   am   with   her   children   .   my   nieces   adore   me      ❞         someone   had   to   .

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | léna laurent #001 / léna laurent.

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𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

      ❛     𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 ,   ❜          he  answers   this   time .    barty   has  never  had   trouble   waking  from  his   nightmares .     he  can  spot  the  telltale   signs   of  a  dream  like  a   clue ;    the  strange  behaviours ,   vivid  colours    —   and   snap   his  subconscious   awake .   this ,   however …      ❛      i  would  want  the  strings  in   my   hands .    they  can   stay   all  they  like ,    but  i  want  them  wrapped  around  my   own   fingers ,    stirring  them  away  as  i  please .   ❜    having  turned   fully   to  face  ellie  now  —  mind  completely  awake   —   he  makes  to  move  his  own  hands  around  her  just  as   easily .    he  holds  her  gaze  where  she  doesn’t .    and  he  realises ,    only  then ,    that  he'd  need  to  be  faced  with    quite    the   dilemma   to  ever  foot  himself   against   ellie .    he   fails   to  even  think  of  an  example .     maybe  because  she  simply  doesn't   align   herself  too  strongly  on  much  at  all  that   opposes   him ,    but  the   result   is  there  nonetheless .    he  can't  much   think   of  what  that  means  for  him .   whether  it  rests  layered  but  untouching  over  his  skin  or  passes  right   into   him ;  soft  and   vulnerable ,   like  he  knows  ellie  must   mean .    maybe  he  doesn't   want   to  know .    as  either  a   now   or  a   later   question .     either  answer  would  leave  him    restless .    ❛     you  can  trust  me ,   ❜     he  tells  her ,   hand  coming  up  to  brush  back  her  hair ,   trying  to   find   her  eyes  again .    ❛    i  hope  i've  never  made  you   think   you   couldn't  ,  ❜      he  smiles  a  little ,   soft  thing ,   and  lets  it  hang  a  moment  before   affirming ,    barely  prompted :    ❛     and  i  trust  you .  ❜

                    ❝      almost   ?      ❞   she   echoed   ,      a   question   she   wasn’t   quite   sure   if   she   wanted   the   answer   to   but   that   she   asked   none   the   less   .      what   did   almost   mean   ?   not   quite   .      but   also   very   nearly   …      so   which   one   was   it   ?   strings   .      so   there   was   her   answer   .   he   only   got   half   of   what   she   said   and   in   his   answers   she   saw   just   how   surface   level   his   understanding   of   her   had   been   .      but   it   wasn’t   his   fault   ,      nor   was   it   hers   ,      it   was   too   tall   an   ask   to   expect   anyone   else   to   know   just   what   she   spoke   about   .      would   require   something   so   horrible   to   have   happened   to   him   that   even   in   her   darkest   moments   ellie   would   not   wish   it   on   anyone      (   other   than   her   sister   viviane   )      so   maybe   it   was   all   a   small   comfort   .      to   know   that   barty   had   not   lived   through   what   she   had   but   was   here   with   her   nonetheless   .         ❝      i   don’t   think   i’d   want   that   ,      i   think   i’d   make   myself   choke   .      i’d   rather   be   lost   to   the   winds   that   let   anyone   take   control   of   me   .      not   again   ,      i   couldn’t   cope   with   it   again      ❞         but   she’d   been   right   about   control   and   barty   ;      he’d   never   lacked   control   quite   as   she   had   but   he   valued   having   it   of   himself   so   much   that   having   a   little   less   of   it   ?      it   was   as   distressing   to   him   as   ellie   having   none   was   to   her   .      and   knowing   that   ,      and   with   his   hands   around   her   ,      for   the   first   time   in   what   maybe   could   be   a   long   time   ellie   felt   safe   .      she   felt   protected   by   someone   who   could   act   .         ❝      thank   you      ❞         eyes   daring   to   glance   up   to   his   again   as   his   hand   oh   so   gently   brushed   back   her   hair   ,      holding   his   gaze   now   and   smiling   ,   a   small   little   thing   .         ❝      there   was   a   time   ,      when   i   felt   like   i   couldn’t   because   you   didn’t   trust   me   .      when   you   didn’t   tell   me   things   and   i   —      i’m   trying   to   do   that   now      ❞

#choking mention tw #Implied suicidal ideation tw #implied parental abuse tw #𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | barty crouch #008 / barty crouch.

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𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡.

    ℎ𝑒'𝑑  𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔          settled  into  his   new  place ,   and  hadn’t  even  thought   twice ,   now ,   before  bringing  ellie .    they  laid  by  each  other’s  sides  the   same   night ,    and  he  remained  still  in  catching  their   breaths  —   nearly  meditative .    when  ellie’s  voice   fills   the  air  again ,    he  assumes  he  could  easily   make   with  feigning  sleep .    instead ,   he  gives  a  light   pause ,   waiting  for  the   punchline   that  never  comes .     ❛     i  do ,   ❜     he  answers .     he  doesn’t  say  which   part .    he  doesn’t   specify   the  whys  or  the  hows .    he   opens   his  eyes  and   blinks ,   turning  their   tired   attention  to  ellie .   his  voice  is  deep  with   fatigue ,   and  he  lets  it  soften ,   attention   stilled   to  her  gaze .    ❛     as  a   puppet ,   or  in  a   dream ,   perhaps ,   ❜     he  fills  the  void   closer   in   echoes ,    but  there’s  still  no  lie  to  be   had   there .   he  only   assumes ,   from  the  last  half ,    that  it  must  mean  more   to  ellie .    he  hears  it  in  the  slight   tremor   to  her  words ,   in  the   trepidation   of  her  touch ;    or  lack  of  it .    he  steadies  on  the   study   of  her  expression ,   unsure  what’s   lead   to  it  passing  through .    ❛     why  mention  this  now  ?    ❜

                    what   had   she   even   been   expecting   of   this   ?      of   saying   any   of   it   ?      speaking   words   into   the   darkness   and   expecting   no   response   evidently   as   hearing   even   just   those   first   two   short   words   from   barty   startled   her   .      managing   not   to   jump   or   give   any   audible   show   of   her   surprise   ;   maybe   it   was   just   nerves   ,   but   by   the   way   her   shoulders   tensed   it   was   obvious   his   words   had   had   some   impact   .   even   more   obvious   to   one   who   lay   so   close   to   her   now   ,      who   knew   her      (   and   her   body   )      so   well   .      and   that   wasn’t   even   to   get   into   how   what   he   said   took   her   off   guard   too   ,   so   ready   to   be   shot   down   so   instantly   ,      to   be   told   she   was   just   being   silly   if   she   was   even   being   heard   to   be   heard   and   understood   was   something   else   .      i   do   ,      but   if   there   was   one   thing   ellie   had   come   to   associate   with   him   it   would   be   control   ,      it’d   been   what   she’d   seen   simmering   away   beneath   it   that   had   caught   ellie’s   attention   about   him   .         ❝      less   a   dream   and   more   a   nightmare   you   can’t   even   hope   to   wake   up   from   ?      and   you   just   want   someone   to   come   by   and   cut   your   strings   ?      ❞         she   couldn’t   bring   herself   to   hold   his   gaze   for   more   than   a   second   or   two   now   ,      vulnerability   had   never   come   easily   to   her   ,   avoiding   his   eyes   still   and   settling   instead   to   rest   her   head   on   his   chest   :      a   trepidatious   hand   coming   up   to   cradle   his   face   ,      thumb   stroking   idle   patterns   on   his   cheek   .         ❝      we   can   trust   each   other   ,   right   barty   ?      i   can   trust   you   ?      ❞

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | barty crouch #008 / barty crouch. #barlie tw #to be safe but like?? #since when was barlie soft like this????

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𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭.

“Well, that’s… I guess it depends on if you think it’s a battle worth picking, then. Can’t take all of them, and parents have a way of making themselves right whether or not they actually are.”

                    ❝      with   her   ?      it’s   always   worth   it   .   if   she   wants   to   win   anything   ,   claim   any   victory   then   i’ll   make   sure   it’s   a   hard   fought   one   ❞

#𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 : replies . ⧽ — — she’s the angel of small death . #𝐟𝐭 | léna laurent #001 / léna laurent.