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✧ f f l i n e
♛ —; No birds sang, neither sorrowful nor joyous melodies to accompany the wayward dance of his pointe as he meandered into the Forest. She’d run—she was always running from him now. Why? Was she not his Princess? Certainly the Raven Princess would agree to that assumption—
—But no. Snowy tufts blustered by the quiet wind as he moved around the weeping curtains of a willow tree, beneath which was revealed the crouching, lonesome form of a solitary Swan. “…..Tutu…” He spake, whisper echoing against the moss and oak. If she ran once more, he, once more, would follow.
✧❤✧ She was not running from him per say -- running away from these feelings, this entire ordeal. She at the moment, was feeling horrible because she knew she couldn't be with him at the end of this; she wasn't mean to be his princess, or his anything. Her love was just as cursed as it was boundless. At the sound of her name does she stop her quiet sobbing, wiping water droplets from her eyes and cheeks, the ones stuck in her lashes get bat away so she can look somewhat presentable.
The Swan's still on the round, legs tucked under her as she looks up to the visage of the heartless prince. "Muto..." she murmurred, her soft voice hardly carried throughout the forest. "I--I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... to worry you." She smiles, almost timidly as fingers gingerly pres against the jewel of her necklace.
{ / gives a slice of bread }
✧❤✧ "O-Oh wow!" Takes the slice of bread with a great big grin and a lot of gracious bowing. "Thank you so so much!!" Happily stuffs her face.
☁ “Oh my!” His eyes widened as he saw the scene. It didn’t seem like it was going to end well for the cute little duck unless he intervened. Bending over he picked her up with a quick swoop and then shooed the cat away. “There you are darling. You’re safe now.”
✧❤✧ The man doesn't even know how grateful the water fowl is at being picked up just before the feline could pounce. The tiny duck shakes out her nerves at the chase, yellow feathers rustling some as she burrows herself in the stranger's arms. Ah, nice and safe - "Quack!" It means thank you in duck and she means it most sincerely!
He was walking his way through a park when suddenly out of the silence of the lonely square, he could hear quacking noises. Timothy stopped in his tracks, turning around to look for the source of the ruckus. He spotted himself a tiny duckling not far from him and being chased by a cat. He merely paced there then crouched then, easily reaching to catch the cat in one hand and the duck in another. “Now now kiddies, don’t fight”
✧❤✧ When she's so suddenly get picked up does she almost start to freak out; however noticing that the cat was now away from her, and that she's out of the feline's reach does she quack in gratitude, burrowing her yellow-feathered self into his hold to put more distance from her and the cat. The duck's big blue eyes blink up at the man, wondering what he's going to do...
✧❤✧ "QUACK, QUACK, QUUUUAAACK!!!" the tiny water fowl is flapping her yellow wings and running frantically away from the cat that's keen on making a meal out of her. Oh dear someone please help ----!!!
♞— She was doing it again… Caring about others to a fault, forgoing that she had practice. It was no wonder she was constantly in probationary class. Fakhir grit his teeth, the more she spoke, the tighter they ground. Ahiru’s voice… it was almost grating. He could see why she’d been named Duck with the way she seemed to prattle on about everything, it was much like a duck quacking constantly. Hell, the way she moved and walked reminded him of a water fowl quite often. Clumsy, skittish, ignorant… It was almost endearing, though, he’d never admit such. His eyes narrowed slightly, thick brows falling further over his foresty eyes. “I stay in class when I have to, if that’s what you mean. Unlike some people.” He intently jabbed at her absences. That expression of blatant curiosity, innocence… It was almost drawing, how wide those sky-lit eyes could get. He shook his head, black ponytail whipping with the effort, teeth nearly ground against each other. Idiotic thoughts. “Has to be contagious…” He muttered quietly. “I’m frowning because you’re still here. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” He almost laughed at her comment on wrinkling skin. It was far too early for anything like that, They were far too young.
✧❤✧ It wasn't entirely her fault that her heart was so -- open like that. It was her greatest strength but also her hamartia. Ahaha wow yeah, her name perfectly matched her appearance, her behavior, her entire persona. She couldn't help being what she was; she often had to remind herself that she had to act like a girl, that she was and always would be just a duck. Which of course explains her clumsiness and her lack of grace; however she couldn't dismiss her love for ballet, so she always tried -- even if she was laughed at and scolded she just couldn't give up.
Giving up is not an option for her.
Though the jab at all her absences made her visible wince and head lower, gaze downcast for a moment before they glance up at the knight. "I -- I have a good excuse for that," she mumbles, fingers fumbling together. She had to think of something fast in response just in case he decides to ask about what it is --
"What's contagious?" She'll ask, wondering what Fakir could possibly mean.... "Ah, no I don't actually --" And Ahiru will laugh a bit herself, rubbing the back of her head, mussling up her braid as she does so. "I - uh, maybe was gonna go uh to the market for some stuff.... Do you wanna come with me."
PT rue and ahiru by ~jubah
People think I’m really innocent and cute and sweet and I mean, I am, but I’m also kinky as fuck, badass and hardcore bye.
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✧❤✧ She has to clean up the dance studio -- /again/. And while cleaning she was thinking about Muto (not surprising) thoughts of which made her began to think of Fakir and -- Oh no what's happening she's so confused.
✧❤✧ Did someone say tea? “Hello!”
Probably him. But right now he’s freaking out cos there’s a girl at home. “Are you the new maid maman hire for the day?”
✧❤✧ “Oh — uh yeah I am! Hi, Hi there I'm Ahiru!" And she'll wave, setting her cup of tea down. Ahiru really needed money so what better to do than apply for a temporary job? "Uh, do you need anything right now....? And you're Nikolai right?"
I punched myself in the face while I was brushing my teeth this morning, and I’m glad it didn’t escalate from there because I’ve seen me fight and I don’t think I could take me.
im working towards getting larger muscles so i can protect every animal in the world
Awake, and feels like shit and not going to school. Niki wants a warm tea to drink
✧❤✧ Did someone say tea? "Hello!"