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me?….. holding a grudge?……. Yes

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Real life’s nasty. It’s cruel. It doesn’t care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins.

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* butscrewmefirst.

          to say the two have overcome many obstacles would be an understatement, but the fact that they’ve come out on top together says more than any negative gesture could. relieved when liz takes her hand, the countess gives it a gentle squeeze.  ❛ you are as radiant as ever, if that helps any. ❜   a soft chuckle follows, the smile on elizabeth’s face one of few genuine ones in her long lifetime. admittedly, she’s only ever saved her authentic feelings for the woman before her.  ❛ do you still feel things? — i haven’t been able to… not since i died. ❜   it’s something she’s only ever told james, but that had been because she’d just passed at that point. to tell liz means a lot to her, her expression even faltering to one of immense sadness.

                                           ^{concern,   while   it   does   lace   a   pristinely - made   brow,   attempts   to   conceal   itself   for   the   other’s   sake.   an   occurrence   where   the  countess   seeks   comfort   from   liz   is   one   rarer   than   its   opposite,   with   liz   seeking   out   the   countess   for   comfort,   &   she   drives   to   do   just   that,   without   scaring   the   other   away.   so,   she   becomes   the   pillar   of   wisdom   she’s   now   known   to   be,   heart   full   with   the   intent   to   aid   in   anyway   possible.   the   palm   held   in   her   grip   is   lightly   squeezed,   other   hand   coming   to   rest   atop   their   embrace.             ❛          ––   you   know,   it   might   do   you   some   good   to   throw   yourself   back   out   there.   have   you   met   anyone   since… ?          ❜         (    donovan’s   name   lingers   on   her   tongue,   but   is   not   voiced   )}

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* rcsetinted.

▒  ∴   DIORBLED   ∴   ▒

                  _{❝    I  gotta  tell  ya,    I  didn’t  read  much,    ❞    Confession  was  announced  in  QUIET  TONE,    Columbia’s  abashment  to  admit  so  apparent.    ❝    Always  thought  I  had  BETTER  THINGS  to  do,    y’know    ???    ❞    she  added  in  a  HALFHEARTED  ATTEMPT  to  defend  her  past  choices.}

                              ^{❛          it’s   nothing   to   beat   yourself   up   about.          ❜          composed   is   her   stature   at   columbia’s   admission,   &   to   soothe   is   her   tone’s   directive.   to   further   such   a   point,   shoulders   (   draped   in   black   )   lift   in   a   shrug,   cigarette   coming   away   from   her   mouth   in   a   cloud   of   smoke.         ❛           this   may   shock   you,   but   i   hardly   ever   picked   up   a   book   before   i   moved   out   here.           ❜}

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rcsetinted.

                     _{Columbia’s  head  shook  BACK  AND  FORTH,      dismissing  Liz’s  attempts  to  blame  herself  before  she  could  even  finish  VOCALIZING  THEM.    ❝    You  know  this  isn’t  your  fault,    ❞    she  said  in  a  FIRM  TONE.    ❝    I  know  this  isn’t  your  fault,    ❞    she  added,    HOPING  that  her  feeble  attempts  to  assure  Liz  where  the  blaming  TRULY  LAID  was  not  upon  her  shoulders.    Though  she  was  no  naive  thing  whom  BELIEVED  that  merely  repeating  what  SHE  KNEW  to  be  true  time  and  time  again  would  have  no  affect.    Grief  made  people  IRRATIONAL,   and  she  doubted  that  anything  would  ever  be  able  to  convince  her  otherwise.    And  that  revelation  PAINED  HER  so.    At  the  sound  of  the  other’s  soft  tone  speaking  once  again,    a  STRING  of  denials  poured  from  pink  lips.    ❝    You  could  NEVER  burden  me,    ❞    Columbia  said  in  the  same  comforting,    FIRM  voice.    ❝    Liz,    believe  me,    you  could  never,    ❞    she  murmured,    standing  up  to  easier  embrace  the  broken  woman  before  her.    ❝    You’re  the  best  person  in  my  life,    you  could  never  burden  me,    ❞}

                                                                   ^{DESPITE   HERSELF   ––   despite   the   streaks   of   tears   drying   upon   cheeks,   &   the   heavy   weight   of   grief   on   shoulders   ––   the   faintest   of   smiles   is   cracked   at   columbia’s   heartfelt   remark.   to   know   that   someone   still   loved   her   was   something   she   didn’t   realize   she’d   needed   to   hear   until   those   simple   words   of   reassurance   tumbled   from   the   younger’s   lips.   with   the   countess’s   heart   seemingly   turned   away   from   her    (   &   the   glinting   cool   metal   of   a   reaper’s   glove   now   facing   her   instead   ),   the   ice - cold   understanding   that   columbia   may   be   the   only   one   she   has   left   cements   within   her.   though   expression   remains   hidden,   shrouded   in   the   crook   of   the   embrace,   it   exists   ––   &   what   a   feat   that   was   alone.   composure,   in   slight   &   as   much   as   she   could   muster   at   that   precise   moment,   is   regained,   however   her   mind   may   whirl.   concealed   briefly   in   columbia’s   arms   is   where   the   semblance   of   comfort   is   found,   allowing   for   the   prevailing   of   calmer   heads.   a   soft   pat   on   the   arm   signals   that   she’s   okay    ––   or   at   least   okay   enough   to   recover   from   that   bumbling,   crying   mess   she   once   was.             ❛            –––   thank   you.            ❜}

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