𝖠𝖭𝖦𝖤𝖫 𝖭𝖮𝖳 !

@fidemperdere ✠˚.*•.
            
            fate    ?    what could fate us to meet each other once more     ?     there is no possible purpose for us to even be at close proximity to each other    

it seems to be fate that we keep running into one another like this , much to my dislike . 
            
            *  @nonpareilsxint

@fidemperdere ✠˚.*•.
            
            and  from  what  do  i  one  for  the  presence  with  the  likes  of  you       ?

@mtriarch ✠˚.*•.
            
            *     she was at a loss of words.     what can she say to this    ?    at first she thought of how cruel it would be of a man    -    no,     a    /  boy  /    -     to even hate such an amazing woman to have a loving heart for a mere child.     her hatred for god will never cease to exist,     but one thing’s for certain is that she knows that her admiration and love for her mother only grew.     astoria to her was a symbol for strength,     love,     and motherhood.       if anything,     no one deserves to even be in her presence as they are deemed unworthy.      she even deems herself to be unworthy of such a being who has a personality and mind space such as hers.      she would do anything for astoria.     anything at all      *               .    .    .      mother           *     she removes her hands from her face and wraps her arms around astoria.      her own eyes tearing up       *

. . .  *  she  leaned  against  the  counter,  arms  crossing.   isahel's  points  were  clear:  of  intentions  and  meanings.  the  same  hate  she  held  almost  mirrored  elizabeth's  reasons,  but  as  a  mother,  she  can't  exactly  admit   it  .   what  she  could  do  was  lessen  this  hatred.  it's  her  job—   since  again,  she's  a  mother  *  when  you  were  just  a  winged  toddler.   you  had  the  most  charming  face.   this  vessel  of  yours  fitted  very  well  because  you  were  exactly  as  how  she  is  when  you  were  little:   a  raven's  hair,  orchard  eyes.  you  were  my  world,  isahel.  you  were  everything  to  me.  when  god  confronted  me  with  my  doing,  i  asked  him  "do  you  hate  her".  *  she  pressed  her  lips  together,  eyes  looking  to  her  *  he  said,  "i  hate  you  for  making  her."   and  i  remembered  digging  my  claws  inside  my  palms.  *  she  half  chuckled  *  i  was  angry.  my  own  companion  in  the  sky,  hating  me  because  i  made  you.  i  didn't  say  anything . . .  in  fact  i  couldn't.   i  was  lost  for  words,  isahel.  but  then  i  thought  to  myself,  fuck  his  thoughts,  i  love  my  daughter.  i  love  my  /world/.   *  she  pushes  herself  from  the  counter,  walking  towards  her  as  her  hands  wrapped  the  sides  of  her  face,  eyes  slightly  in  tears  as  she  looked  at  her  orchard  ones  *   what  i'm  trying  to  say  is  that  it  doesn't  matter  what  he  is,  and  what  he  thinks.  it  doesn't  matter  what  he's  done,  to  me,  to  you  . . .   he's  nothing  to  us.  he's  not  /us/.   stop  wasting  your  time  hating  him.  . . .   that's  my  job.

@mtriarch ✠˚.*•.
            
            that     /   man   /      isnt  a  man.       you  told  me  to  first  respect  him  then  but  he  was  the  cruel  one.        and  worse  of  all,      he  is  the  cause  of  most  of  your  problems.      he  broke  a  promise  he  made  to  you  and  killed  you.      if  it  were  anyone,      that  individual  would  be  long  gone,     taken  out  in  the  worst  way  possible.      but  he  is  more  than  just  some  being,      sadly  and  i  can’t  do  anything  to  him

@nonpareilsxint 
            
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