When Everythings Made To Be Broken, I Just Want You To Know Who I Am

when everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am

(   beautiful stranger   )

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It isn’t that Nadia hates formal parties. She just… finds them rather dull. There is only so much you can do for an entire night and, after a while, everyone loses that sense of appeal they had walked into the party with. Today is no different. She finds herself stepping away from a group of chatty suitors; she had tried to shoo them away with her bored expressions but had been unsuccessful.

It takes all but a moment for ruby-colored eyes to find someone else worth worth speaking to.

Nish is standing by one of the long tables at the corner of the vast room. When Nadia spots her, her brows shoot up in an interested arch, like she has found the answer to a very complicated riddle. She strides across the room - looking like the kind of women you only see in dreams - the tail of her dress trailing close behind.

“Enjoying the food?” Nadia asks as she approaches Nish; her purple-painted lips showcasing a knowing smile. Ruby-like eyes set themselves upon a hearty plate of appetizers and desserts, and, if anyone asked her to place a bet on the answer to her question in the next few minutes, she wouldn’t hesitate in choosing ‘yes’. This stranger liked to attend her parties without the proper invitation. How she had snaked her way in to the hall wasn’t ever a question of anger in her mind - more of curiosity.

As the countess picks a colorful treat off of the table next to them, she pushes away the urge to ask.

“I could eat a hundred of these and never get sick,” She states, before shoving the entire square into her mouth. It slides down her tongue in one quick push, leaving her to lick the lingering crumbs off her lips. “There’s a balcony out back with a beautiful view. Why don’t you join me in admiring it? Unless you want to socialize.” The choice is yours, of course.

let it be known, sometimes you simply had to accept life’s most generous offerings and be thankful for that. no fighting, not going against the current. and by god—thanking your every lucky star when such an offering came in the form of a goddess taken from some classic painting standing right in front of you, no less.

no, the girl’s initial plan was not far from her everyday scheme down at the market: a couple flashy tricks here and there, a quick hand ( namely, a frequently hungry, and luxury-excited one no less ) finding her way into some pockets, some hands and necks—taking what no one would really miss and making the most of such a rich environment, you know—dancing a few songs and finding out what real chocolate tasted like, the kind of fun you couldn’t really miss when a certain royal from this lands had a taste for throwing parties almost everyday ( or some that lasted more than just a day, entire weeks even from what she’ve heard from the balcony of her own place ). and while she had come prepared to witness beauty aplenty—nothing, and must i repeat, NOTHING, would have prepared her for the vision that called for her attention just a second ago.

❝ i’m—hah—i—wow—hi? ❞ if she really heard anything the other said at the first of her interventions, we are still a couple of minutes away until she could process it completely, perhaps—too shocked that she’ve been caught red-handed when all that was in her head was the size of one of the plates ( its contents delicious judging by sight, and definitely something she’d like to bring back to the shop, in case asra is still around to share them with her ) and the striking thought that from all the guests present in this place ( some she could sworn had been called by royal titles, go figure ) the woman in the long-tailed dress had chosen to speak to her most humble self. not that she would complain, of course.

❝ i could—definitely take a break now, god—this party, hah, this… way you said? ❞ she smiled her most charming smile, as if she wasn’t using the hands behind her back to reinforce the illusion spell she had casted on her clothes to look like those of the other guests, her disguise in a perfect state the next time the lady casted a look on her, hopefully, suspecting nothing of the subtly re-lived colors of her dress.

❝ i believe we have not been introduced just yet, haven’t we? i must apologize, little accident got me running late to the opening act. ❞ refusing to let go of the lie, nish did as she's always done when taking part on her little heists: look around when no one’s looking, stick to your part of the play and make do as you go. don’t apologize, don’t over do it, and if all else fails a little distraction and you’re out as quick as you can. ❝ i’ve been wanting to visit this place for so long! is it your first time here as well? oh—i’m guessing not, you walk like you own these corridors, if you allow me to say so. ❞

little did she know, wouldn’t you say?

the arcana aesthetics: asra

@thewrongsorts​ said: “ i am who i am because of you. ” (james)

the start of a laugh lingers in his lips and he could have sworn he had a quick phrase to throw back at him; a joke, some silly thing to tease him and move on. but—his words sink in and suddenly sirius has a crease between his brows; soft, a memory or maybe some sudden thought intercepting his original intent. a silence that stands longer than he would have wanted to, but one that he doesn’t rush to fill with his easy chatter.

for love—love was a complicated craft he hasn't mastered just yet. true—he has seen it, come close to hold it, being embraced by it since his reality was far from his childhood home, and instead, he’d come to claim a place among the potters, the kin that had opened their home and hearts to him. and still, while the former heir wouldn’t change a thing about any of it, when—god, when he most certainly would make any sacrifice for another of euphemia’s smiles or james’s father hand on his arm, sirius felt largely a stranger to how it worked to receive love so easily. to just let words in, to make a nest of them inside his chest. 

❝ i always thought it had been the other way around, honestly— ❞ his eyes can’t meet those of the sibling he has found in james, his mouth struggles to let any more of his vulnerability escape the cage of his throat; moved, he gathers the courage as well as the boldness to question him back, not—definitely not with and intention to contradict his former statement but pushed by the curiosity that prongs had sown in him.

❝ in fact, what do you mean by that? in what ways would you say you have changed? ❞ for that, most surely, is the aspect that sirius struggles the most to understand right now. what about loving, perfect james, kind and funny and heroic in every breath could remotely, if in the slightest, have come to be because of him? 

because of them, because of any chapter in their fast-paced story? god, he truly wants to know.

also im thinking maybe ill be roleplaying on dicord since i wont be able to be on my computer until march? please like or dm me if youd like to write something over there ♥

it took me an entire day but my backpack for my one month backpacking trip is finally done !! cant wait for it !! ! !!

The best man and godfather.