/ I realize that there’s a lot of dismissal and complicity with things I’ve said in the past. And for that, I’m truly sorry. If anyone wants to reach out to me, I’ll hear you out without any judgment. Thank you.

/ So, this is probably a message to the void, but I’ve since left the roleplay community both here and on Twitter. I’d say that I’ve had some peace of mind, but seeing how things ended here, I have to admit: I have nothing but regret.

->

Yes, we should reacquaint ourselves for a few hours, I’d say. 😏

And I’ve missed you, more than you know. 🥺

Howdy to you, dearest. ✨

I’ve missed you. 🥺

Drinking something in front of the ( 𝓡EADER * ), it doesn’t smell like wine. . .

// Sorry for the spam, but I wanted to get this solo out in order to kickstart an event for Delia. 😈

Also, feel free to treat it like an open starter, too!!

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And to her shock, after exposing her neck to the cold air, she saw it: a circlet of a scar tangled around her neck, identical to 𝙝𝙞𝙢.

( END. )

She hurriedly rushed to the other side of the room, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror centered in the room. She pulled back her collar, wet with blood.

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Splotches of time dotted her memory; something about proving loyalty through the utmost means, through any means to transgress.

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A flurry of thoughts blurred any rationale once she rose to her feet from the ground. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? a thought rang loudly while she desperately searched for something of heavy import.

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But unfortunately after some quick thought, she didn’t see the other servants as clever enough to pull off an intricate ruse, it simply wasn’t in their capabilities.

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It could’ve been a cruel impractical joke; to invoke panic on the otherwise composed woman or to see how she measured under unforeseen circumstances.

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She sampled a coated finger. Instead of it tasting like a punch full of nickels, the flavor practically bursted into the most delectable thing imaginable—honey wine, confectioneries, a Michelin star-graded cuisine, food she once considered delicacies 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥 in comparison.

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It drew her forward, beckoning her with a quality that could not be described to her and bearing a single thought: 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥. . .

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But strangely, instead of the expected metallic lingering, the scent itself transfixed her while she splayed her fingers.

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Cordelia’s eyes shot open and her hand instinctively sank down to the source; something warm, liquid and sticky hit her fingertips—it wasn’t hard to discern what it could be once she pulled her stained hand back up. Besides that, the smell bloomed pervasively, filling the air.

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Prickles of warmth stirred her back into consciousness softly at first, until the feeling grew all too overwhelming.

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𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐒

♡ this and I’ll have Cordelia rate your character’s scent in the form of a Fragrantica review:

She’s proudly putting this one on the fridge, pressed under a cute star magnet.

“This is so wonderful, Akame. You’ll have to draw me some more.”

😳😳😳

I think I should retract this because that’s an invitation to psychoanalyze and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

Why am I wondering what Disney Princess I’d be?

// You REALLY nailed it, omg. I can imagine her with shimmery perfume that makes her all glittery and smell good for hooooours. 🥺