fontained
"⠀i long for you to stay, for as much as you grace me with thy presence. yet i don't know why i also.. wish to push you away. for one cannot even fathom the reason behind it.⠀"
glacialire
݁ ❊ ྀ ⏜︵ ݃ s̤i̤n̤c̤e̤r̤e̤l̤y̤ ， @fontained he doesn't h͟a͟t͟e͟ her ? brows furrow against each other , curving upwards . there's a giant weight that leaves her shoulders , he doesn't hate her ... she could c͟r͟y͟ . what a relief . there's no hate betwe⎯⎯wait, what does he mean his past. the more words he confesses , the more confused amélie grows. her heart beat begins to pick up, faster than it already was. she's.. someone else? she's not even herself? could that be why she's ill? why her heart aches? oh archons, is that why amélie feels an obligation to cecillion? she's tried for many years to hate him , m͟a͟n͟y͟. but she could never.. she could never stay mad at him. is that why? because her soul is not her's, but another's? her heart begins to ache, harder than it does on a daily basis. her hands reach up to her chest, grasping the spot her heart is. she's living her life... for another? who is this other person? and why did they have to make her a walking trigger for cecillion. there's no words she could muster up. all that is said is.. [..] ❛ oh. ❜
fontained
hate? nay, never once had he did. not even for a fleeting moment. perhaps the sheer notion of the past makes an illusion of one's own heart, but never did the lord chancellor felt hatred. only an aching, longing sadness... and a forced urge to contempt. cecillion's expression softens. ⠀ "⠀it is... not that i *hate* you. i never disliked you. (...) i simply forced myself to. so i could evade whatever memoir i had possessed from the past. though i recall none of those memories,, i however happen to feel the surge of emotions i once had rush through my wake instead.⠀" ⠀ was she nervous? .. just as he was? (..) he could practically hear his own heartbeat drumming against his ears.
"⠀i cannot grasp your very existence well. yet i can tell that you are not what you seem to be. amélie, you are someone from my past. i can hear your voice through the waters... my dreams. it is eating the depths of my soul apart.⠀" ⠀ his features shift, confused and pained. he can't explain it well─┄ but whenever one tries to remember, there is a peculiar *blockage* to his state of mind. and he knows that he prevented such a memory to return──┄ his past self, that is.
glacialire
݁ ❊ ྀ ⏜︵ ݃ s̤i̤n̤c̤e̤r̤e̤l̤y̤ ， @fontained silence has now occured to amélie , one that wasn't unusual for her , no less with the prince . but it's longer , the silence is analyzing far too much his words . pale fingers are tilting into the fabric of her dress , suddenly she's nervous again . she's always nervous around him ; it hasn't changed , she's simply learned to not show him . ❛ [ .. ] why do you hate me terribly , cecillion ? ❜ she drops all honorifics , eyes finally meet his . they're filled with a terrible pain , one that is not her's . but another's . one she was burdened to hold .
