♔

wear it like a crown, but don't you dare make a sound. aeolous prince. affilated with euphiace

[longful]

i want to kiss you and take cute pictures with you and go on stupid dates but I also want tO DESTRYO YOU AT MAR IO KART

[aerisone]

Bae: babe come over

Me: I just put my bagel bites in the oven

Bae: my parents aren't home

Me: I literally just put them in the oven

[girlidiotdotcom-deactivated2023]

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[thejudge]

ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ MEME FRIED DINNER ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉຈ༽ FRIEヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ﾉ D FRENCH MEME NUGGETヽ༼ຈل͜༼ຈຈ༽ﾉ

[zevransbutt]

me: *points at adult character who is taller, stronger and older than me* small child. must protect at all costs. shelter. very tiny

[aerisone]

???:

          {❄} —; “Ah—” he didn’t actually expect the prince to have woken. He just needed to check if the other truly fell into slumber or not. He supposed that as someone royal they’d be sensitive to their senses. How awkward.

          {❄} —; “My apologies you had to a rose from your slumber, I just wanted to make sure you were alright and actually sleeping. Are you alright?” if the prince wasn’t getting enough sleep, surely there should be adjustments to her schedule, no?

        “!?” She jolts, alarmed, but at the melody of the other’s soothing, apologetic tone, her senses begin to ease. It’s a stranger, but one native to Aeolous, she senses. And one with no ill intention, at that. How nice!                “A... aah? Nonono, it’s perfectly fine! No need to apologize!” Arion’s fingers fly, frantic as she steps back a few. “I didn’t want to be leaf-ed alone anyways...” The pun embedded was unconsciously made, yet as the syllables leave her lips, she chuckles at the accident.

“Oh, but thank you! I love bu- I mean, guns-- I mean--!!” Alas, her tongue was still half asleep, and it takes a while before she can wrangle out the right word.        “Puns! There we are. That took a lot of vine....” (time)

[aerisone]

            A yawn wafts out from rosy lips, drowsiness overcoming her consciousness in waves. The prince intends to keep awake, blinking rapidly to avoid the evil clutches of sleep, but her attempts amount to no avail.

Beginning her descent into hibernation, her head bobs up and down, teetering between states of mind. As eyelids draw to a close, however, a stranger’s voice causes her to snap up in alarm. 

[aerisone]

qt pie:

                          “No problem,” she began to say however was cut off by the other’s exclaiming words. The sudden words brought a tingling sensation to Persephone’s face and a surge of heat rising within her cheeks. It wasn't as if she hadn't heard such words before due to her child like exterior appearance and was actually quite used to these comments, but the suddenness almost completely shocked her. The way she reacted was almost exactly like the times she first remembered getting told about how adorable she was—which was extremely bashful.

                        “O-O-Oh, th-thank you. You’re v-very pretty yourself!” Eyes all over the place, trying to avoid contact, seeking refuge by glancing over the sides many times.

       “Ehh ~? No need to be so shy!” Forwardness prominent, a grip is eased, her fingers freed to tousle the other’s hair. There goes her penchant for all that is adorable. The flustered reaction bears a striking resemblance to that of her dearest sister, however, and for a moment she figures they really do share some attributes, tempting her to inflict some mischief. But not now, no-- not until the proper introductions have been executed. After all, there must have been some use of all the tutoring she’d been given.... “You can’t really tell I’m pretty if you don’t look at me, mmm?”                       A laugh dances out, and she rectifies her stature, hand withdrawing only to delicately pull and brush a kiss upon the cleric’s knuckles. As any prince would do, Arion remembers.                                “My name is Arion. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

[aerisone]

SoleiREAL.

The presence of another comes as a shock to him again, Soleil nearly shrieking upon hearing the Prince’s voice that breaks the silence. However, he manages to contain his surprise well enough, spinning around to face the girl, prepared to greet her properly and formally, as a King should, when she exclaims how “cool” his mistake was. Soleil gives forth a deep sigh then, visibly deflating over what should’ve been a well taken compliment if what had happened had been intentional.

"Thank you… but that wasn’t the intended result, to be honest…" He replies, directing bright blue eyes to the grassy floor. But then in that same moment, his mother’s harsh lessons come back to him in a flash and he immediately sets his eyes back on Arion, head held high, shoulders up, back straight.

His lips turn up at the corners just a bit in a perfect polite smile, a hand held out towards the other — fire rising from the palm of his hand, flames forming into a poinsettia that slowly shifts shape as it spins around gradually picking up speed, rising higher and higher in his hand, eventually becoming a small figure of Arion that waves to it’s true self before Soleil closes his hand and pulls it back to his side.

"A pleasure to see you, Prince of Aeolous."

"Hmm? It wasn't? What were you trying to do, then?" Widened eyes flutter in bewilderment, transfixed on the developing wildfire snacking on the local greenery beyond the king. Discreetly do her fingers move, a fluid gesture casted in his direction, and the dilemma was solved. Blankets of a mild gust tamed the starved embers, leaving behind only the soot and ashes of fallen trees and their gnarled roots.

       Mouth parted, the prince prepares further commentary, but she purses her lips instead, stiffening as her company snaps into a regal state. She's reminded further of her duties here, and a light breath of unease sinks down her lungs. Aww... I was hoping he'd do it again...  Yet, she too rectifies her posture, though her corrections are to a lesser degree than his. "Likewise, King of Cinaed." And down does she bow.

However, the prince's formalities wither within seconds, curiosity bursting in the form of a motor mouth and shining eyes. A complete 360. "What else can you do? Can you make a sun? Can you fry an egg? Can you fry an egg on the sun?"               A disgusting amount of suggestions fly out from the depths of her imagination, eager to witness more of the elemental magic she'd been sheltered from. 

[aerisone]

?:

                          "—Ah! Excuse me," They turn, a light voice belonging to the petite girl was to be revealed. Stood she, a book held outstretched towards them with a smile playing upon her lips. "You left this back there. It would be upsetting and quite rude not to give this back to the rightful owner! Rude on my part and upsetting that the book wouldn’t be read by you if you were to lose it."

           "Eh?" Perplexion dances in golden eyes, just for a second. She inclines her head, the gentlest of quizzical tilts before the realization devours her whole. Oh! Isn't that-- the book I supposedly stolen from Erza earlier? "Ahh! How nice of you! I completely missed that I dropped it..."            Deft fingers reach and return, the book safe in her tight embrace.                            "Thank you so much! I---" Yet before her words can seal themselves in a formal phrase of gratitude, the prince cannot help but explode, 

"You--- You're so cute!"

[aerisone]

       "Ooh... Have I slept for too long?"

[aerisone]

???:

"It is rather cold tonight…"

        "Frosty, isn't it, your highness?" In peeps her head, a deep bow performed before speaking any further. "I hope you're keeping warm, at least?"

[aerisone]

???:

     Boring guy, some would say- Aver wouldn’t care, but rarely startled. In fact, he almost felt startled at the fact someone did even attempted a scare. And from a young woman, nonetheless, what kind of expression should he be wearing? He had not met her before, that was clear. He must be heading back home soon, really.

     "…May I help you, miss?" he asked, with the most patience he could possibly muster for a complete stranger. "Should I say you gave me quite the shock, just now." -that was a lie.  

       Now this... she certainly did not expect. Be it anyone, Aria or not-- just not one unbelonging to her native kingdom. After all, her little spontaneous expeditions earned her recognition from everyone within it, and vice-versa; practically everyone in Aeolous knew of her theatrics.        "I-I... apologize." is all she can mutter, her formal tone a complete 360 from her prior acts, but what follows up retains a hint of doubt. "Thank you for the offer, but may I know the reason why you're here? You don't look familiar."

[aerisic-blog-blog]

sister, dear || {aerisone}

     ♕ ; Wintry breezes renew another with a whisk of frosty breath to her vulnerable cheeks. The season had yet to flee from grasp, despite what the hedgehog saw (his own shadow, of course). Nonetheless, it yielded the most dazzling perceptions; a illustration of a muted setting adorned in fat, ivory flakes emerges before her. Beautiful, she thinks, yet the frigidness steeps deep into her skin, conceiving a stuttering shiver. Fortunately, such a scene was shared with the company with someone dearest.

 ”Ari, Ari—look!" A rare visage of warmth flickers, with lithe fingers creasing her sibling’s sleeve to attain attention; vibrant silver eyes beam into hazel ones, and with silken lips parted she clarifies her actions. "It’s snow! Snow!"

[aerisone]

  Armoured in garlands of chiffon scarves and thin, tulle layers of coats, she dares a stiff footstep. Cold-- one of her worst enemies. Flashback to teeth-chattering nights on the streets, bathed in frostbite and laid out in the wake of death, the frigid concrete kissing ice against her cheeks. A horrible memory, yet one that excites her. Perhaps she simply likes to brush against death.

                    "Oooh... there's... so... much!"

              Beauty certainly favours arriving in style--not to mention danger. The most ethereal things are often the most poisonous and deadly, aren't they? It's why the most beautiful flowers in a garden are always picked first-- the rest are left to wilt, rot. So before her darling bud of a sister can wilt, she fears, her arms extend and hook onto more petite ones, forcing Aria into a hug of mirth.                             Cheeks pressed together, she whispers with anticipation.                                      "Soooo.... do we build snowmen first? Snow angels? Eat snow? Lick it?"

[tuireadh]

closed to the meme sisters

[aerisone]

shy qt / u \

mr. mr??

{ When he opens the library today, there’s a ruckus from outside the doors.  Though it got loud once in a while around here, those were usually on festival days where he couldn’t get away from obligation duties.  Today was not festival day.  There should have been no noise to begin with.

So, he does what any good respectful citizen would do. He rises from his desk and marches to the side door, gripping the handles of the doors leading to its side entrance (the main entrance was almost always open anyways, and he didn’t have the patience to try and close them on regular basis for something stupid like this) and he yanks them open with force. }

{ And then, with irritation and venom in his voice: } "Will you keep it down already?! Some people are trying to work!" 

     ♕ ; An ingenious plan, as Arion elaborated; to casually pay a cordial visit to the surly cleric was the scheme coaxed by her beloved kin. Such matters (of interaction) hardly concerned her, but she muses that perhaps, it would be lovely to converse with Ezra once more. She takes featherly steps upon the steps of the institute, engaged in dialogue with her sister. 

"Do you think he's in today?"               "...most likely." "Whaa--if he's not here, the whole plan is ruined!"

In a juncture of time, the entry unfastens and swings open. The abrupt motion compels her to grip behind Arion's figure, barley permitting her visage to be discerned. She peeks at the convict behind the cause, only to detect the familiar sulky countenance. 

"Ezra....!"

   "Ezra!" In synchronized harmony. A perfect chorus for their duo, she'd say, but the enthusiasm that encases her pitch overpowers Aria. Oops. And then there goes the apology, lower-toned and with a silver lining of forged innocence and bright eyes: "I apologize for the intrusion, but we've come for a visit." Much more regal and befitting on a prince than her initial exclamation, though she does so to save her dearest sibling any secondhand embarrassment (or a damaged dignity).

          "We promise that we'll avoid as much conflict as we can." Or rather, she. Aria was nearly a foil to her, so troublemaker tendencies were definitely not part of her blood.                        "So turn that smile- err, I mean-- frown upside down(!), okay? I promise it'll be like we won't even be here!" An empty promise, but an attempted promise nonetheless. 

[aerisone]

:)

“Do you often ask this of strangers, children?” [ Despite the slight twang of irritation being set off in his head, Dica’s face remains serene. He had planned to head to the gambling parlour at some point today, and it didn't seem like he was going to end up making a decision of which herbs he intended to buy. ]

“You should be careful, you never know when someone might take you somewhere unsafe.”

[ Gambling was vulgar, yes, but by no means illegal. He doubted that any of the kingdoms could actually outlaw the most basic way to have fun. There was a sense of warning that tugged at the back of his mind however, how was he going to sneak these children in? ]

"Would you think so?"

It'd been a question to catch him off-guard, though whether it failed or not was a wonder in itself. Careless her words may be, though the intentions she withheld were nothing of the sort; the mind of criminals and hired... help were never strangers to her. For one as composed like him, however, there is suspicion in why she'd not ruffled his feathers.              "Mmm, well, I'm never unsafe with my sister. Neither is she with me." 

[aerisone]

sneaky!!:

“Hmm? I haven’t the slighest idea what you’re talking about. Is there something I can help you two out with?” [ His smile persists. It would be weird to not wear it when you’re out in public, after all! It’s nothing out of the ordinary, as if he was completely serene and at peace. ]

          Of course not, she muses, wary yet persisting to play the same game. Eyes lock briefly to her dearest sibling, as if requesting permission before more syllables slip off her tongue.                       "Mmm... will you show us something interesting, then? I'm bored." And as if to add in a hint of drama, she sways, a hand to her forehead. "I could probably die from boredom!"

[aerisone]

strange friendly man?

“Oh! The two of you are familiar with the fair lady Belladonna?”

[ Without missing a beat. ] “A man has to have some secrets his mistress doesn’t know about, doesn’t he?”

"If you know me well, Sister (and you do!), you'd know that I'm never without my precautions, right?"

       A knowing smile exchanged, she turns on her heel. "Ah, yeah! The beautiful lady. 'Consumption of two to five berries' would be lethal, wouldn't it?" She can only imagine the possibilities and potentials of such poison. How exciting?