#( &&. lagaudiiere )

[moonhurts]

i’m fucking crying i’ve been going through my old blogs and i found an audio post of me rapping ayo technology during a time seven years ago when the dash was traumatised and i tried to cheer everyone up as an idiot teenager and hooooooooly shit 

#lagaudiiere #; sara will remember this LMAO #; GOOD LORD #; when 19 year old kylie went BLUBLUBLUB GAH WAH i felt that #; do i want to publicly humiliate myself again we just don't know KLHSFKJAFHLS #╰ ♡ 01. this is a fine place to have a nervous breakdown. ╱ OOC TAG !

[russicnrat]

casual reminder ily and everything you write and say tbh like it's just a pleasure being able to not just write with you but talk to you ooc. you're amazing xx

nOT SO CASUAL REMINDER THAT I LOVE YOU TOO. this is like the sweetest thing, i just… i have so much love for you, our hcs, our writing, our everything. plus your anya is so good!! thank you for this, & as cliche as it is, thank you for just being a good friend. ily.

p.s. one could say, i’m burnin’ up for you ;) ( forever indebted to you laughing at my feverish jokes when no one else would )

#lagaudiiere #saved tbt. #✦✧ meet the royal mess ↣ ooc. #[ positivity in my inbox??? i might just cry omg ]

[marvhael-moved]

“It’s not over… it’s never over…” // from Katniss

prompt: dialogue prompts with a raw powerful energy

status: accepting

      ❛ 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄. ❜ its a joke, a bad one, about how you’re literally dead. meant as a light hearted thing to say, an easy way to break tensions, but you’ve noticed whats going on. not only the way katniss struggles, but the way everyone seems to be putting a revolution on her shoulders. but she never struck you as the revolution type, always simply seemed desperate to stay alive. ❛ i mean.. i know a lot of things suck for you right now but.. i mean you won. you’re a victor. you don’t have to live in a heap of trash anymore. ❜ harsh, but compared to district one that’s the only way you can think to describe twelve. ❛ you’re not in the games anymore, just live in your fancy house & kiss your so called boyfriend & play nice for the cameras & you’re set for life. you’re living the dream. ❜

#lagaudiiere #i. ANSWERED #i. ANSWERED MEMES #ii. IN CHARACTER #ii. GHOST VERSE

[heathcliffd]

um your portrayal is terrifyingly good. like I hear his voice (and his voice-over / narration in the show is the most important part so to capture that is basically to capture EVERYTHING). Like I am both terrified and also soo invested in reading more every time you post if that makes sense. Which, again, was how I was with the show. On the one hand, I was like oh no I can't but on the other hand I was like I NEED TO KNOW WHAT's NEXT. and that's how I feel about your writing & portrayal

how’s my portrayal.

#meta memes ftw #thank you aaaaAAAAAAAAA #save. #out. #shitpost. #lagaudiiere

[fallencomrade-a]

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    𝑰𝑭 𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑩𝑬𝑹   what  PRIDE  felt  like,  he  might  have  felt  something  akin  to  SHAME  or  embarrassment  at  how  quickly  they  found  him  after  the  fall  of  project  insight.  time  like  freedom  was  a  new  concept  for  the  asset  to  acclimate  to  and  he  experienced  its  passing  in  vicious  extremes.  rapidly,  a  sudden  blur  of  movement  &&  stimuli   ;;   weighted,  painstakingly  drawn  out,   every  second  thick  and  heavy  and  felt    ;;    or   -   not  at  all   -   gaping  holes  punched  in  time  separating  one  moment  from  the  next.      after  weeks  spent  caught  in  this  grueling  cycle   -   running  from  every  shadow   (  both  real  &&  imagined ),  floundering  to  understand  sovereignty  /  CHOICE  /  autonomy  (  &&  all  their  BURDENS  )  -  the  only  thing  this  half  -  man  could  feel  when  their  slimy  tentacles  wrapped  like  shackles  once  more  around  wayward  limbs  was  exhaustion  ...  and  a  muted  shade  of  familiar  DREAD.     physically,  he  is  a  MASTERPIECE,  a  product  of  sheer  scientific  brilliance.     an  elite  super - soldier,  built  like  a  TANK  -  in  both  fortification  and  capability.  his  potential  for  DEVASTATION  is  rivaled  only  by  his  ability  to  endure. 

             &&    oh,   the   things   he   has   can   endure ...      

    HE HAS SURVIVED WORSE THAN THIS GLIMPSE OF FREEDOM.     much  worse.     &&  yet,  the  asset  finds  himself  deteriorating,  his  condition  worsening.        the  steady  unraveling  of  his  conditioning  made  sense  when  he  was  allowed  to  wander,  left  unchecked   &&   mind  running  rampant,    but  it  continues  -  even  now,  after  hydra  has  reclaimed  him.  HE CONTINUES TO DECLINE.   &&  even  his  MAKERS  seem  incapable  of  FIXING  him.  they  can  hold  him  down,  restrain  him,  sedate  him,  FREEZE  him  ;;  they  can  CONTROL  his  body,    but  his  mind ...         the  weapon’s  mind  has  been  fractured  and  is  hemorrhaging.  —  without  a  chair,  without  the  means  of  a  WIPE  and  deprived  of  a  stasis  pod,  there  is  only  so  much  they  can  do.  the  old  methods  only  last  for  so  long.  his  brain  heals  too  quickly.  

     THEIR GREATEST ASSET,  COMPROMISED.  careful  programming  disintegrating  before  their  eyes  as  JAMES  BARNES  continues  to  remember,  remember,  remember ...    captain  america  continues  to  prove  to  be  a  catalyst  for  DISASTER   &&   hydra’s  deepest  thorn.            his  encounter  with  steve  rogers  had  seemingly  summoned  a  ghost  to  the  surface.            before,  they  had  the  means  to  easily  exercise  this  troublesome  phantom,  but  with  their  existence  exposed  and  so  many  eyes  suddenly  thrust  upon  them,  their  options  are  limited   ;;   their  choices,  few.    moving  freely  and  unnoticed  has  become  exponentially  more  difficult.         it  means  getting  a  new  chair  built  or  acquiring  a  new  stasis  pod  a  near  impossibility.  they  cannot  transport  him  out  ;;  cannot  move  what  they  need  in.   

     NOW IS THE TIME,   the  breath  between  rebirth  or  complete  EXTINCTION.    they  need  to  be  careful,  quiet.  they  need  to  be  smart,  rely  on  what  they  know  and  what  they  have  readily  available.  containing  him  was  LOUD  enough   ;;   that  cannot  risk  making  any  more  noise.    they  had  hoped  the  asset  would  be  COMPLIANT  upon  repossession.        much  to  their  dismay  though,  he  was  proving  to  be  equally  as  troublesome.    &&  yet   -   still  too  valuable  to  terminate.    in  order  to  once  again  rise  from  the  ashes  of  DEFEAT,  hydra  will  need  to  call  forth  all  the  assets  they  have  left.  

    if  the  old  methods  are  currently  unavailable  though ...                      they  will  need  to  find  alternatives.                                   —   they  need  new  ideas.                                  —   fresh  perspectives.                                   —   adept  talents  to  replace  outdated  techniques.                             they  need  the  bright  young  minds  of  the  FUTURE.  

                      THIS  IS  HOW  JAMES  BARNES  AND  JEMMA  SIMMONS  MEET ...     

     more  precisely,  their  paths  cross  in  a  dingy  sub - basement  turned  makeshift  laboratory.  it  is  one  of  the  few  remaining  safe houses  they  have  left  that  hasn’t  been  raided,  hidden  beneath  the  guise  of  an  old  quarry  warehouse.     they  are  pumping  him  with  enough  drugs  to  incapacitate  an  elephant  and  yet,  his  mind  still  SCREAMS.  constant,  unending  screaming ...   when  the  noise  reaches  a  certain  threshold,  the  asset  proves  unmanageable,  VIOLENT   -   attacking  anything  or  anyone  that  comes  close.   because  of  this,   they  have  him  strapped  down  to  a  gurney  with  the  strongest  restraints  available  to  them.   so  far,  he  has  not  managed  to  break  through  them.  a  combination  of  restraints  &&  sedation  used  to  quiet  him ...    and  one  other  old  technique.     

      “  SYSTEMATIC.  the  procedure  must  be  performed  every  sixteen  hours  otherwise  the  asset  starts  to  display  signs  of  misbehavior.  “           bucky  barnes  blinks  up  towards  a  sky  he  cannot  see,  lost  to  the  NOISE  splitting  his  skull  apart,      and  blames  the  searing  light  from  the  overhanging  lamp  for  the  tears  that  are  burning  his  eyes.         he  sees  ...  many  things,  a  cascade  of  disconnected,  disjointed  images  -  each  one  sharp,  each  one  SCREAMING   ;;   each  one  with  a  past  he  cannot  fully  remember  but  which  still  TORMENT  him  so.      it  overwhelms  him,   drowns  him,   presses  down   -   harder,  harder,  harder  ;;  heavier,  heavier,  heavier.    GOD,  HE  CANNOT  BREATHE.     please,  make  it  stop.    

     vaguely,  somewhere  far  off,  he  hears  heels  tapping  across  a  floor  and  a  voice.      “  the  process  is  relatively  simple,  but  still  requires  care.  he  heals  quickly,  but  that  does  not  excuse  SLOPPINESS.  “    

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃.    ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶰ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᶤᵈᵍᵉˑ  𝐵𝑈𝐶𝐾𝑌,  𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝘩𝑜𝑙𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒.   ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˀ   ＴＨＥ ＰＲＯＣＥＤＵＲＥ  ＨＡＳ  ＡＬＲＥＡＤＹ  ＳＴＡＲＴＥＤ.       🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇦​🇷​🇪​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​﹖      𝐶𝑂𝑀𝑃𝐿𝐼𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸   𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿   𝐵𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷𝐸𝐷.    𝒾'𝓂 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 -  𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐎 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄  -  𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒, 𝓅𝒶𝓁.      “  insert  the  pin.  “        𝑃𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸 !      𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘.      𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑠 ...  𝑃𝐿𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸 𝐷𝑂𝑁’𝑇 𝐷𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 !     𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘.      𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑡𝘩 ?      𝐻𝐸’𝑆 𝐽𝑈𝑆𝑇 𝐴 𝐶𝐻𝐼𝐿𝐷 !  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘.   𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒸𝒶,     pressure.  sharp,  blooming  pain.  through  his  eye.    HAIL HYÐЯA.   𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇'𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝑜𝓈𝓈.   🇫​🇦​🇸​🇮​🇳​🇦​🇹​🇮​🇳​🇬​﹐  🇹​🇭​🇮​🇸​  🇲​🇦​🇳​  🇩​🇴​🇪​🇸​  🇳​🇴​🇹​  🇩​🇮​🇪​.  𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 !    HAIL HYÐЯA.    кто ты ?    𝑷𝑼𝑵𝑲.      𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐈𝐆.    𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝙽.   кто ты ?   𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦,  𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒  𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩  𝑚𝑒  !    𝙅𝙀𝙍𝙆.    𝙾𝚁 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙻𝙳.     𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘.   HAIL HYÐЯA.  𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚂𝙴.   𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.    IT'S STᗩᖇTIᑎG TO ᖇOT.    𝑖 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢𝑔𝘩𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑.   ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ᶤᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ˡᶤᵏᵉ˒ ˢᵉʳᵍᵉᵃᶰᵗ ˀ  кто ты ?   𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘.   “  ...  against  the  prefrontal  cortex  here.  “    ᵈᵉˢᶜʳᶤᵇᵉ ᶤᵗˑ  𝑖𝑡  𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠.   𝘾𝙐𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙊𝙁𝙁.     𝙲𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳  -        𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑐𝑘.  𝑖𝑡  𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠. 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.   𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.  𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘.  HAIL HYÐЯA.   𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒.   кто ты ?  𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛...   𝚃𝚆𝙾 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴.   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘.    𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐈𝐗.   “  three  good  strikes  will  be  enough  to  break  through.  ”     ＹＯＵ ＷＩＬＬ ＢＥ ＴＨＥ ＦＩＳＴ ＯＦ ＨＹＤＲＡ．   HAIL HYÐЯA.   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘.   𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌.   𝑖𝑡  𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠.   𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠.   𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.    ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᶰ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᶤᵈᵍᵉˑ   𝑖𝑡  𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠.   𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌.   𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.     ʷʰᵒ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵉ ˀ    🇼​🇭​🇴​ 🇦​🇷​🇪​ 🇾​🇴​🇺​﹖  𝑖𝑡  𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠.     𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.     𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐘.     𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.       

      𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌————  !    𝑖𝑡  𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠.   PAIN OVERSHADOWS EVERYTHING ELSE.   𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌.       𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌————  !    the  noise ...  the  SCREAMING  NOISE  ...  lessens.       𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡.    

                                             oh  god.       DARKNESS.       𝑖𝑡  𝘩𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑠.  

        𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐌————  ! 

                                                          ...  the  mind  is  quiet  once  more.

#lagaudiiere #⸢ ✪ ⸥ THREADS. | 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒. #⸢ ✪ ⸥ VERSE. | 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑚. #⸢ ✪ ⸥ OOC. | ‘ this entire starter was just an excuse for me #to finally describe buckers undergoing a lobotomy. #( ´•̥ו̥` ) i’m the worst. #i hope this is okay!! <33

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love starters (accepting) // @lagaudiiere​​​ ‘ talk to me. ’ from tessa

          rainy days are always a pain --- quite literally, in his case. rain makes his joints ache, makes his arm feel all the heavier, makes the junction of metal and flesh sting at every single little motion. a lot of people seem to love rainy weather, however, and he supposes he can kind of see the beauty in it... the feeling of being cleansed, the smell of fresh wet soil, the little droplets racing down the window to see who gets first to the bottom. and yet... himself, he can’t help but feel nothing if not MELANCHOLY; as though his soul is empathizing with the clouds above, and weeping within. silly thoughts with no real consequence, soon to be washed down with another sip of his coffee... or it would have been, though he’s just realized he’s not alone at his table anymore; that, whilst he was spacing out and staring through the small cafe’s window at the streets outside, this young woman took the seat in front of his own. which maybe his paranoia would have minded, in any other situation... yet, right here and now, with how uncanny / unexpected it is, Buck can’t help but offer back a small smile --- slowly grounding himself on reality once more.

‘ sorry--- what...? ‘

#lagaudiiere #ᵛᵉʳˢᵉ ★ ᶤ'ᵐ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃ ᵐᵃᶰ; ᶤ'ᵐ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃ ʰᵉʳᵒ #how is this so soft already

[prcsopa]

❛      you  don’t  kill  people  you  don’t  know  ,  that’s  the  rule      ❜

@lagaudiiere​  sent ☀ for a starter !

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 CLOSED FOR @lagaudiiere​

IT WASN’T A PARTICULARLY LONG WALK FROM KNIGHTON.     The others had gone on ahead to Nettlestone but,   equal parts intrigued and amused by the day’s revelation,    the leader of the so called MERRY MEN had made sure the NIGHTWATCHMAN returned rightfully to their manor before anyone spotted him....  or rather her.         “ You could have TOLD ME that you were the Nightwatchman. ”     He’d have kept it from his men too if that was what she wanted from him.  He’s almost hurt ... almost,   but he couldn’t hide the flare of pride that shines deep in green eyes as they walk through the woods.  They are not so different and Marian, this Marian, is not so different from the Marian he left behind five years ago,    just a bit more publicly careful .   Given what he’s seen so far he cannot blame her.               “ Because I admit !   I was worried about what sort of person you’d turned into while I was away. My The Marian I knew wouldn’t just put up with suffering and done nothing...... and I wouldn’t have attacked you then  ”    Robin would be lying to say that he didn’t feel guilty about that.   Even before he was outlawed, before Acre, when she had DEMANDED him to treat her equally, he had been unable to use his full strength on her as he had done on others.   ( sticks instead of swords,  games of tag that got out of hand )                “ ----- You are not hurt? ”     

#lagaudiiere #lagaudiiere | lady marian of knighton #[ CANON VERSE : ARC 4 : lord of the wood ]

[objctive]

casual reminder you're really wonderful !

      ahh  !  ty  ty  !  you  are  a  shinning  beacon  of  light  in  this  dark  land  and  i  appreciate  you  taking  the  time  out  of  your  day  to  send  this  to  me. 

#LAGAUDIIERE #FROM THE DIRECTOR'S DESK #ima just sob it's fine #i've honestly been feeling pretty meh #and this was just the medicine the doctor ordered

[galaxiqs]

training  tessa  had  surprisingly  become  one  of  the  high  points  in  gabriel's  life.  not  that  he'd  ever  admit  that  to  anyone  at  the  institute  (  especially  her  ),  but  it  was  a  nice  escape  from  his  father's  rambling  and  ranting.  so  when  he  entered  the  training  room  to  see  her  actually  on  time  for  once?  he  culdn't  hide  his  amused  expression,  ❝  you're  not  going  to  make  me  hunt  you  down  today?  ❞          /          @lagaudiiere​  (  tessa  )

#lagaudiiere #I. WRITING ; GABRIEL LIGHTWOOD

[starblcssd-a]

✦   —   quick starter call :   dmitry sudayev  for  @lagaudiiere​

     ‘ you  ---   i   ---   wow. ’       for a moment, he is stuck completely dumb, gaping at her in the new white suit   ;;    but with the wit of a street rat, dmitry recovers quickly.        ‘ guess you actually can clean up.   who knew? ’

#lagaudiiere #xix . ' feral by technicality - clever by trade ' ( dmitry interactions )

[russicnrat]

@lagaudiiere​​  /  plotted.

DESPERATION is a concept that Dmitry understands painfully well, the cruel ache of starving nights in the gutters and the adrenaline burst after a weekend heist are imprinted within who he is, despite the ten million rubles safely tucked away away in his home. He has yet to outgrow his old lifestyle, and for that, he can almost sympathise with the two beggars slinking past him along the alleyway after their target. Were he in Petersburg, perhaps he would have turned his back and gone another way, pretended to have not seen the ambition in their eyes and the precise stealth of their movements that indicates a burglary ( God knows he couldn’t afford a fight or a run in with the police ), but something in him has undoubtedly CHANGED and he lets his eyes wander to their victim. She’s vulnerable, alone and unsuspecting of the thieves hot on her trail, and a sudden burst of compassion resonates within him. Dmitry is no HERO, but he’s learned since Paris, since ANYA, and perhaps a small piece of it is to compensate for his mistakes. Call it a rash act of kindness, completely out of character. Or at least for the man he was back in Russia.

“Oh, there you are!” His voice echoes against the walls, and he emerges loudly into the alley to approach the petite figure, the caricature of a suitor. Whether it’s enough to scare off the burglars or simply warn her, he isn’t sure, but he continues nevertheless. “I’ve been looking for--” It’s only when he circles around the woman to see her face, that he freezes, heart dropping to his stomach, confident expression morphing to aghast.  дерьмо.  It’s HER. And she hasn’t changed a bit, eyes still so piercing that his breath catches in his throat, the string of profanity on his tongue dying. His shock is momentary, but God, does it feel like ages, staring into the face of someone he never thought he’d see again, someone he had deliberately WALKED AWAY FROM-- the flutter in his heart almost hurts.

The gazes of the men behind her bearing into his skin remind him how to breathe, and his stutter is glaringly obvious, but he takes her hand, squeezing it in warning ( or at least to brace the slap he surely deserves ). “-- I-I’ve been looking for you, Nastya. Let’s go.” Dmitry doesn’t dare call her Anya, but how easily her nickname slips from his lips surprises even him. And without a second to spare, he’s tugging on her arm, head cocked to the side.  Follow me. Please.

#lagaudiiere #✦✧ fairytale gets a spin ↣ alt ending v. #[ i'm so sorry-- this is so wordy ] #[ no need to match length & you can always tell me to shorten it ] #[ i tried to cut it down but im so emo about them ]

[ofruins]

@lagaudiiere​​:   ❛ But you needn’t trouble yourself on my account. ❜ // from mary to bash

❝   FOR  YOU,     it’s  no  trouble,  mary.   ❞     he  assures  her  with  one  of  his  charming  smiles.  she  could  ask  him  to  swim  the  length  of  the  ocean  and  he  would.  for  her,  if  she  asked,  if  she  needed,  there’s  not  much  he  would  not  do.     ❝   that’s  what  friends  are  for,  is  it  not?   ❞     bash  laughs  slightly.

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#mary: don't trouble yourself for me #bash: i would literally fall on my own sword for you right here right now #lagaudiiere #interactions. » sebastian de poitiers. #answers. » sebastian de poitiers. #meme replies. » sebastian de poitiers. #ghfdjsk i apologize i don't write bash past s1 so he's always a little bit in love with mary #re: mary stuart. » sebastian de poitiers. #mary stuart. » lagaudiiere.

[erchommai-a]

“ allison, “ It’s almost a name that comes with some relief. Recognition paving its way through madness. Peace finding its way through chaos. And there’s less static, less of a storm in his once cloudy gaze as it hones in on her. Him knelt in front of her and blade pressed to the tip of her throat. A definite thread all without the utterance of more than one word. 

He hadn’t meant to look for her. Madness, to him as if often was, came fleeting. It would come with a fever and disappear at the break of dawn. But it’s night and there’s only the flicker of a fire in the hearth to signal noise beyond its crackle and the loud thumping of her heart beat. She can probably hear it. Loud in her ear. The world’s largest threat knocking at her window and forcing his way in. 

But no, he didn’t want to kill her. He had wandered aimlessly, jumping from town to town until he caught her in his peripherals. This, was beckoning for something. A demand. What for? 

( He wished he knew. ) 

Nonetheless, he maintained his position without moving. Only changing to stand at the foot of her bed as he forced her onto it. 

“ Tell me if you remember. “

@lagaudiiere​ .

#lagaudiiere #lagaudiiere.┋allison. #𝒂𝒓𝒄.┋alt.┋black as night. sweet as sin. #ahhh idk #let me know if this doesn't work #i went with their old thing as childhood friends? #q. #𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.┋ ic reply.

[prcsopa]

❛    if  i  lose  control  i  feed  the  beast  within        ❜

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