. . . it’s beautiful, @rekindlemankind.
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i see. you have a pure， fragile heart.
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Mar 20
she was always gentle ; especially when it came to pure creatures such as insects.
carefully examining the beetle, she’d sketch and color what she saw.
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Mar 20
choice. . .
[ she’d murmur softly to herself ; eyes never leaving the captive butterfly. ]
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Mar 26
“ah, yes. . . some minds just are not as brilliant as yours to understand.”
she’d tease — eyes flicking to him then the artwork, fingers reacting gently over the pencil sketches.
“ it helps whoever sees my drawings understand what they are..what they mean “
he spoke softly as he always did with her, turning the page to show her another piece of artwork - one he was proud of
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Mar 26
she feels the same way — more often than not.
quietly rubbing his temple ,
too much noise .
too much 𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 .
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Mar 26
how could she ever be disgusted or fearful of him? he was beautiful ; to her, he was life and purity incarnate. people hold fear and disgust for the things they don’t understand — and she was someone who wanted to understand everything, especially him.
Mar 25
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⠀this meant the world to him. far much more than she could ever know. the praise makes him smile, gently releasing his hold from around her. she never treated him like anyone else did — no disgust or fear ever in her eyes. no cowering.
“ how do you fare ? “ his words
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Mar 26
she’d wait patiently for him to speak, that sweet gentle smile on her lips — looking up at him with her gentle and curious eyes.
“i have been well — but i am even better, knowing that you are still here ; still living. . . that your fate was not sealed in that fire.”
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Mar 26
“please. . . tell me how you are ; how you’ve been — how you got here?”
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Mar 23
RT @PHANTOMIISM: ᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝐓𝐎-𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ ─────────
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐬𝐞
ᅠᅠᅠ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ…
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Mar 23
hearing his voice, she’d perk up — coming back from the thoughts in her head. standing to her feet, she’d turn to the creature ; brown eyes softening once locking with his.
“choice ; yes. one thing god had blessed us all with. . . i’m happy you were blessed with it too.”
Mar 20
"Choice."
Mouthing quietly, echoing the word. Choice. A deep voice akin to the shadow itself, a keen observation as he stands still, watching her.
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Mar 20
/ / also!! if we have one thread and there’s stuff u wanna reply to, PLEAAAASE DO IT!! i never mind having multiple threads!! just be patient with me with replies haha! my adhd gets so bad that i misplace the threads and don’t to them for a bit
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Mar 20
being an artist herself, she always held a deep fondness for seeing and hearing other people’s creation ; seeing or hearing their passions — how much love they held for them was so beautiful to her.
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however ——— “
he paused , slow paced strides
traced next to a wall of paintings
and mounted oddities .
“ —— would be my doing . “
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lifting her skirts, she’d follow behind him — her heels gently clacking on the floor as she followed.
brown eyes looking over every piece of art, every oddity with a look of awe. she’d examine them closely, staring at every detail of the paintings.
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Mar 20
“the decor is beautiful — it reminds me of my home in vienna. . . you must be an artist yourself, yes? i believe that no one else can ever appreciate such pieces unless they are.”
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Mar 20
/ / elizabeth finding beauty and purity in everyone and everything that is typically seen as strange, disgusting or grotesque is so important to me i love her SOOOO MUCH
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“i have always admire the little notes you have next to your artwork.”
she’d say with a fond smile ; allowing him to rest his head on her shoulder. seeing him so calm and comfortable. . . it always made her happy.
“ of course not “
he played along, fingers remaining interlocked with hers, head rested gently on her shoulder - he was exactly where he wanted to be, where he felt the most safe
his artwork was one of the many things he was proud of - it kept him calm and his brain occupied
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